i am sure as fuck that Stravinsky’s ‘The Rite of Spring” is the devil’s work. I’ve never heard anything more demonic, disturbing or terrifying in my life. Spring is deranged. Spring is a horror film for the ears. It’s like he’s stuck his dick in my ear and fucked my brain to pieces. It’s so violent, aggressive and dramatic… yet there is a preciseness in the clinical changes of rhythm and tempo and a great sense of deceptive randomness to some notes that reminds me of music’s more mathematical side. Its monstrous. I listened to the whole thing in the dark and I don’t think I’ve ever been so emotionally manipulated by a piece of music in my entire life. I feel tired after listening to it. I feel a little deranged.
In short. it’s beautiful.