Abbot's Mountain Purgatory
September, Friday the 13th
"Classic, broody old school HEAVY ROCK N' ROLL."
I have been asked a most difficult question.
A question I am not supposed to answer.
Because answering that question could provide you, dear reader, with insight into Reality.
With this insight you should be able to...
...grasp the teachings of esoteric religions
...contemplate the essence of the Kosmos
...understand your true nature
But here I go.
The question I am not supposed answer is:
What is Abbot?
Well, it's a band, for starters.
A heavy doom rock band, from Pori, Finland.
You know, Pori. The eleventh biggest town in Finland.
The place to be if you're heading nowhere but deep beyond your mind, mining for the treasures of soul's deepest depths, searching for that pearl beyond price, that ever-present origin, the One that always already just is.
I'm getting carried away here.
I just couldn't help myself.
That's what just thinking about Abbot does to me.
A strange band, one could say.
Well, stange are the origins, I might add.
You see, Abbot were not always like this. No sir. They used to be good-looking, healthy young fellows. Into all kinds of healthy things.
They begun as young lads, sporty and spry, playing in the woods, building tree-houses and leaping over fences. Where there wasn't a fence, they built it. And jumped over it.
Then something went wrong.
At the age of five, in their separate locations but at exactly the same time, they found heavy rock.
Synchronicity, it's called.
Or was it just the 80's?
Anyway, it was Kiss at first.
Then, Iron Maiden.
Next, Black Sabbath.
And from there they went.
Thin Lizzy. ZZ Top. Pentagram. Lightning Hopkins. Ramones. AC/DC. Bedemon. Dead Meadow. Dead Moon. Uriah Heep. King Diamond. Mercyful Fate. Diamond Head. Captain Beyond. Pagan Altar. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Om. Sleep. Hüsker Dü. Black Flag. GG Allin. Dinosaur Jr. Smoking Popes. Lord Vicar. Candlemass. Hour of 13. Earthless. Stack Waddy. Ten Years After. Jimi Hendrix. Gong. Yes. Alice Cooper. Ax. May Blitz. Jefferson Airplane. Incredible String Band. Free. Love. Hawkwind. Neil Young. Robert Johnson.
(But not too much Rush. Too much Rush can make you a little weird.)
From there they went on.
To form a band together. A band called Abbot.
A band that, according to critics, sounds like...
...Billy Gibbons jamming with Satan.
...Kind of band who make you want to describe everything with "thee".
Thee is right.
Guitars are solid and tight...equally ridged and loose all at once...
They kind of are, aren't they?
Denim n’ leather rocker's soundtrack to a psychedelic underground mushroom feast...
Whew. Sounds like fun. And a tiny bit scary.
....Classic, broody old school heavy rock n’ roll.
So rock on, for fuck's sake.
And here we have it.
An answer to a serious seeker.
Now go crack open a beer, and the secrets of the universe will follow.
As above, so below.
Yours in evolution, essence and Reality,