Sunday, June 27, 2010
Coinky Dink DJ #2 - Hey Soul Sister
A fine example of Ritual Magick encoded into a pretty decent pop song. The following caption may offend some readers. Strong sexual content. Please use discretion.
The main themes are 1) Sexual Cannibalism 2) Agri-Natural Sacrificial Paganism/Pantheism 3) Incest as Eros 4) VALIS, the Zebra 5) Medial Perpetuation
The vocals begin "Hey...." The mystical word Heh (say Hay) means "seed". This provides an immediate multi-pun. The term seed/heh implies "semen" and the "germ of wheat" to reinforce the themes of Oral Sex, the consumption of semen and/or menses as food (see Crowley on 69), and also the image of cyclical ritual sacrifice upon which our agriculture relies. The lyrics "soul sister" and "one of my kind" underlay the incest theme, which is also found in Crowley 69. Moreover "soul sister" provides a neat homophonic pun upon "solsticer". A Solsticer (from the term solstice) is a natural pagan wizard, in essence an agri-priest to preside over sacrificial rites. Crowley, of course, published the infamous Equinox Magazine - Reader's Digest for the Satanist. The lyric "Ain't that Mr. Mister" is just chock full of wickedness. Mr. Mister is a notoriously transparent crypto-Christian Magick school. Listen to this song - he ain't singing about a girl, dummy! It's about Jesus. "Baby"... get it?
Back on the Soul Train. The "Soul Sister" video shows a fascination with black and white stripes. This is a toughy for the uninitiated. The lyric in question is "just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind". The implication is an idea of writer Philip K. Dick - author of the source for Blade Runner, Minority Report and Total Recall. Dick called it VALIS and at other times the "Zebra". Basically, VALIS is a massive magnetic tape or computer drive onto which all reality is backed up and repeating on an endless loop. The black and white stripes indicate both binary data and a digital bar code - mark of the beast etc. This, shall we say, "inception" allows for the appreciation of reality as a perpetuation of a media event.
On a critical aside, this song is a brilliant creation that owes its roots to the old Brill Building writers from daze of yore. It is not Art, but supreme Craftsmanship. Hope you enjoy. Hail Satan (a cab)!