>Music that matters: Sub Society

>Originally posted July 16, 2007.

This is where I’ll post some mpthrees that mean something to me. Mostly nostalgic stuff, obviously.
Here’s your chance to discover, or maybe rediscover, some great quality songs from the Indy archive.


Sub SocietyA Lot Less
I was a skateboarder for almost fifteen years. I still skate every once in a while, but now I suck and the cardio is gone. It’s still fun, though, and 180 Fs No Comply is still my favourite trick.
I discovered sooooo much fantastic music though skateboarding. And this was way before those lousy skate punk bands started to infect the scene. Before lousy skate punk, there was great hardcore (I refuse to call it skate punk!). That type of hardcore was wild, innovative, melodic AND harsh – the total opposite of lousy skate punk!

Sub Society had some great tracks in various H-Street videos, and A Lot Less is my favourite. I’m also totally psyched by The Isolator, so I’ll give you both. H-Street had very good music all the way; a lot darker, more grimy and weird than the usual NOFX crap. It suited their videos perfect.
I remember being totally devastated when Millencolin (a lousy skate punk band) made a cover of A Lot Less. They even misnamed it “A Whole Lot Less”… Mindfucked, stupid kids didn’t have a clue. The original is way better, dirtier and more sensitive. It brings back memories of what once was.

Listen to A Lot Less here. (from the Iceman 7″ (1990))
Listen to The Isolator here. (from the Relaxin’ 7″ (1991))
And here’s a whole bunch of Sub Society mpthrees from off their own site.

I got things to do, but it’s 25 degrees of hotness out there so fuck it: I’m going skateboarding.
No Comply!

Bonus clip: Ray Barbee, the smoothest skateboarder ever.


>Riotbrain vs Indy

>Originally posted July 11, 2007.


Riotbrain is a great place for freedom created by some soulful explorers. Examine their space, their blog, their minds… The interview with radio veteran Kjell Alinge is fantastic, and there’s much more to be discovered within the depths of Riotbrain.

I was honoured to write down some lines about music that changed my life. Well, not really changed my life, but stuff that made me change my ways of listening to music. Read my stories, along with those from Fredrik Strage, Emma Gray Munthe, Jan Gradvall, Matti Ståhlberg and Marcus Birro, here.
Always a pleasure. Always in Swedish.

Massive thanks to Magnus Gustafsson, Riotbrainer #1, for asking me to participate.

>Great movies of the 80’s: A Short Film About Killing

>Originally posted July 07, 2007.

This is one of those movies which will make you feel uneasy. The opening sequence, a dead cat hanging from a rope, sets the pace, and then we’re off into the landscapes that constitutes Warsaw and its Polish dullness, darkness and dirty floors. The movie’s got a muddy colour tone throughout the whole 84 minutes, almost Twin Peaks-esque, which adds a lot to the overall feeling. It’s a slow movie, but very dense in actual content. It certainly gets your mind going.

We follow three parallel lives that intervene in a realistic way (not Memento– or Lucky Number Slevin-style, that is…): the anti-social loner who’s aimlessly drifting through the city observing people who are treating each other rather bad (just enough to make for some unnecessary irritation), the lawyer who’s eager to make an impact, and the arrogant cab driver.


It’s about the small annoying, unnecessary things we do in our everyday lives, like disrespecting each other, things that add up to mayhem in the very end. It’s also about the consequences of boredom combined with sick minds. And ultimately it tells the story of two (three? four?) murders, one of them being sanctioned by the state, and the other one might just as well be a result of just that – capital punishment. The vicious circle spins infinitely…

And I promise, I had no idea that Krzysztof Kieslowski directed this movie when I saw it. I’m no big fan of his movies, even though I find them interesting at times, but had I known he was behind this I might have approached it differently, being more sceptical. Good for me I didn’t know, then.

A Short Film About Killing (1988) is actually a feature lengt adaptation of his hour long piece belonging to the Dekalog series (modern representations of the ten commandments set in a socio-realist Warsaw in Poland). This one is obviously the “thou shall not kill” commandment in all its glory.

>The Art of Persuasion, Part 3: German propaganda posters

>Originally posted July 18, 2007.


Part One (UK) and Part Two (USA) of these series.

Most nations would stop fighting when realizing there’s no chance of winning the war. Germany didn’t. They continued to fight long after they had abandoned all hope. I’d say this had very much to do with propaganda. And very much with a certain doctor.

On March 13, 1933, the Ministry for Popular Enlightenment and Propaganda was founded under the direction of Dr. Josef Goebbels. No such thing had ever existed before, in Germany or in any other country. This was the time of the awakening of the (uneducated) masses.
Adolf Hitler had read Lord Northcliffe: “The bombardment of the German mind was almost as important as the bombardment by cannon”.
In Mein Kampf he writes:
“The psyche of the masses is not receptive to anything that is weak. They are like a woman, whose psychic state is determined less by abstract reason than by emotional longing for a strong force which will complement her nature. Likewise, the masses love a commander, and despise a petitioner”. One could say Hitler despised the masses…
He is also quoted saying:
“Haven’t you ever seen a crowd collecting to watch a street brawl? Brutality and physical strenght is what they respect. The man in the street respects nothing more than strenght and ruthlessness – women too for that matter. The masses need something that will give them a thrill of horror”.
Hitler argued that propaganda must be adressed to the emotions and not to the intellect. He had no need for educating the already educated. He spoke in black and white, and with enormous power and energy – always emotional.

With Goebbels as head of propaganda the Nazis rose to power. Goebbels described Hitler’s speeches as “religion in the most mysterious and deepest sense of the word”. He truly admired his Führer. And they used these very personal words – his Führer, my Führer – never the Führer; because it was a relationship, bonded by blood.

The propaganda machine worked the hardest at the mass gatherings. Each single individual underwent, in Goebbels words, “a kind of metamorphosis from a little worm to a giant dragon”. These huge demonstrations mostly took place at night when people’s minds were most open to persuasion. At the annual rally in Nuremberg half a million people attended to gather strenght.
Albert Speer was responsible for the art direction at the rallies, and the “cathedral of light” was his idea: 130 anti-aircraft searchlights placed around the rally field at intervals of forty feet. The huge eagle (over 100 feet in wingspread) was also one of Speer’s brilliant creations.

When the Second World War started, the Propaganda Ministry had complete control of the press, radio, film, posters, art, literature, music, theater… It is therefore nothing strange with people acting as they did. When every contemporay book you read, every newspaper, every film you see, every broadcast you hear for years and years, always with the same spirit, the same propaganda, you definitely lose your judgment.
Goebbels particularly enjoyed the cinema. He realized that this new art form could reach a far wider audience than books or theater. The old Motion Picture Law was replaced by the Reich Motion Picture Law in 1920, and from that moment nothing was approved that ran counter to the spirit of the times.
You’ve all seen Triumph of The Will (1935), and maybe even Olympia (1938), Leni Riefenstahl’s masterpieces of truly great art. There’ so much to say about those movies, but I intended these posts to be about the poster art, so… Maybe another time.


People may forget an article, but they won’t forget a picture, especially when they see it often, everywhere, and when the message is pure and strong, black and white. A flyer could be thrown away, the radio turned off, the political meetings not attended… Everybody walks the streets, though. The poster could not be avoided. Graffiti artists use this direct method as well.
The master of Nazi propaganda posters was named “Mjölnir” (real name: Hans Schweitzer). “What lenghty speeches failed to do, Mjölnir did in a second through the glowing fanaticism of his powerful art”, as one Nazi leader put it.

Personally, I find the Nazi propaganda the most fascinating, and certainly the most beautiful, dark, powerful and striking. Maybe this has to do with me too being totally intoxicated by their visual force? However, I am not alone. The Nazi propaganda resulted in billions of artifacts inspired by the powerful art of persuasion (hello Dyanne Thorne!).

Bonus propaganda:
Goebbels assembled a swing band called Charlie and His Orchestra to perform Nazified versions of the jazz hits of the day! How about that?
First volume of their music
Second volume of their music

And now, the magic of the mystic art…

















>The Art of Persuasion, Part 2: American propaganda posters

>Originally posted June 30, 2007.


During the last years of World War II the Office of War Information, a US department of psychological warfare, was showering occupied Europe with 7 million flyers a week, which was made possible due to the invention of the leaflet bomb which could hold 80,000 leaflets in one piece. On July 16, 1943, 16 million leaflets alone were dropped in every part of Italy, informing the Italians that they could either die for Mussolini and Hitler, or live for Italy.
That’s how much used propaganda was, and still is.
But the propaganda flyers didn’t only try to convince or persuade – they worked as warnings as well, often telling of coming bombing attacks, thus allowing time to leave the area. That’s why propaganda was read by so many.

Besides flyers, leaflets and posters, radio was a very important propaganda medium. Playing on the emotions of the public, utilizing great speeches and announcers, this made a deep impact. It frightened and inspired the people into action.
The Americans also used film to a great extent. “That which is done by Hollywood today will be emulated by American cities tomorrow”. Hollywood had very strong Jewish and British elements, and it did what it could to help. They created cruel stereotypes of the enemy, and it worked out really well, speaking directly to the primitive emotions of the American audience. The bad guy gangster became the bad guy Nazi, and so on.
Music was also used as propaganda, the well known label Decca Records, for example, producing vinyls entitled We’re gonna have to slap the dirty little Jap (and Uncle Sam’s the guy who can do it), and Columbia released Praise the lord and pass the ammunition, while Bluebird had their Good-bye mama (I’m off to Yokohama).

As stated in Part One of this series, the American propaganda used God, democratic values and stereotypes to persuade the public. A lot of the posters also speak of the danger of careless talk, most of the time depicting women as those careless talkers.

So, here’s some amazing propaganda posters, done the American way.
















>The Art of Persuasion, Part 1: British propaganda posters

>Originally posted June 28, 2007.


Propaganda posters. They are commercials of evil; mindfucking the people, enslaving the masses. They don’t win any wars, these fascinating weapons of destruction, but they certainly play a huge part in creating hostility, fear, national pride and false consensus.
But first and foremost, as with almost any totalitarian art, the posters are beautifully crafted and do indeed hold some ancient power of belief, spirit and fanatism. Their influence cannot be denied, neither in the political sphere, nor in the world of art.

As strategic weapons, propaganda though flyers, posters, radio broadcasts and television serve as a compliment as good as any to military campaigns, diplomatic negotiations and economic sanctions. Back home people are being told to produce more for their country, to keep silent and to hate the enemy. At the front propaganda seeks to strengthen the morale of the troops and to weaken the enemy’s will to fight.
The strategy for propaganda differs between countries and ideologies. The Nazis idealized the Aryan übermensch and blamed Jews, bankers and Bolsheviks for everything bad in the history of the world. USA speaks of democratic values, the trust in God and creates grim stereotypes of the enemy. Britain, during World War II, used the “hate the enemy” themes, and the Soviets invoked the nationalist image of Mother Russia to make its people gain power and confidence.
The war game would not be the same without the art of persuasion.

First out in this small series: The art of British propaganda.













>Att tillåta sig själv att vara dum i huvudet

>Originally posted june 21, 2007.

I’ve started writing for the Swedish paper Tidningen Kulturen. It’s first and foremost a weekly periodical published on good ol’ paper, but some of its content is published online as well. My first text is an attack on mindless reviewers and critics. The whole paper is in Swedish, so… bring out your dictionaries, you people of alien origin.


Att tillåta sig själv att vara dum i huvudet

Lågt vördare idioter.
När man nattetid plöjt Deleuze, kanske beskådat Tarkovskijs Stalker ännu en gång, tänkt till kring världspolitikens dagsfrågor och vurmat för kulturell bildning och fan vet allt bra och nyttigt man gjort under ett dygn, då är det kanske dags att klä av sig naken, inta liggläge i nån gammal maläten fåtölj och placera hjärnan på fotpallen för en timme eller två. Låta förnuftet släppa taget.
Man måste nämligen tillåta sig själv att vara dum i huvudet ibland.

Det är i detta tillstånd, den kravlösa dumhetens tillstånd, man bör recensera vissa typer av kulturella yttringar för att de ska komma till sin rätt. Den allmänhatade förståsigpåaren bör i detta fall regrediera till puberteten och de värkande knotterbollarnas tid, kanske häva en till pojkrummet insmugglad lättöl och spänna sig framför spegeln – allt detta för att kunna insupa vad som komma skall.
Och det som kommer är i det här fallet 300, Zack Snyders film som blivit så sågad av den kulturella eliten, samtidigt som den blivit så hyllad i – dataspelstidningar!
Och det är här förståsigpåarna går bet, för till vem riktar sig filmen? Ja, inte är det till överkulturknullade, rödvinspimplande livsnjutarskribenter i alla fall. Nej, det är hormonstinna fjortisar (jag är en sådan i en 32-årings kropp, när jag lagt ifrån mig Deleuze…) som ska underhållas. De för vilka IRL är lika med online, där kontakter knyts bakom stängda dörrar i anarkistisk frihet.


300 är som ett fett intro till en next gen-konsoll. Hela filmen är så alltså. Fullständigt bisarr. Fantastiskt korkad. För ändamålet dock alltigenom klockren.
Förståsigpåarna jämrar sig över historisk inkorrekthet, krigspropaganda och imperialistiskt inflytande på oss mindre bemedlade. Gällande det historiska: filmen bygger på en serietidning som är allt annat än historiskt korrekt. Slutdiskuterat på den punkten.
Krigspropaganda? USA-flirtande? Måhända. Det är som sagt i ett vidare begrepp mer eller mindre ett dataspel vi snackar om (visst kan USA:s utrikespolitik liknas vid just detta, ett dataspelsmässigt agerande), och den som inte räds sanningen vet att det är välgjorda våldsspel (Grand Theft Auto-serien) som röner större framgång, varar längre och skapar mer givande debatter än gulligulliga pusseldito med moralkakor till frukost. Detta är nuläget. Ni behöver inte gilla det, men ansträng er åtminstone en sekund och försök greppa perspektivet genom era solkiga postorderlinser. Det är trots allt ert jobb, ni lågt vördare recensenter som sågar på IQ-befriade grunder.

300 är en IQ-befriad rulle. Det är väl ingen som förnekar detta? Tar man den för vad den är och placerar den i sin rätta kontext bör man också skapa sin kritik därefter. Få av förståsigpåarna har gjort detta. De har mestadels gjort sig lustiga över den där Jean-Pierre Barda-bögen i guldkalsonger. Man kan undra om de läser serier, spelar dataspel eller någonsin gjort en omvärldsanalys. Kanske är de bara kåta på uppmärksamhet och vill synas i media?
Det går att jämföra äpplen med päron (300 med Casablanca), men det är inte smart. Det är IQ-befriat. Vi fjortisar skrattar alltså åt er idioti och drar vidare längs den virtuella allén.

300 – March to Glory
har i dagarna släppts till Playstation Portable. Varje vettig varelse som har spel som sitt intresse och levebröd har givetvis sågat skiten, men jag ger mig fan på att om en sådan där pseudoviktig förståsigpåare recenserat spelet hade det blivit full pott. ”Wow, det här är inte illa jämfört med mitt gamla Game & Watch!”
Vänligen gräv er egen grav och tillåt mig knuffa er däri.
Put up or shut up.
This is the end.

Mattias Indy Pettersson

Published in Tidningen Kulturen #16/2007, June 12th

by Mattias Indy Pettersson