THROBBING GRISTLE PERSONNEL
Genesis P-Orridge
In his own words (from TG CD 1):
THEE REVERSAL OF FATE
All images begin in mirrors and end inside our subconsious. All conscious
mirrors crack and cut; Seep blood and stain our dearest outfits. Sitting
in one position, head crookedly balanced on our knee, thee muscles
tremble and shake involuntarily. We are left physically and mentally
corrupted nearer to thee mortality we are trained to fear and ignore. To
encase in thee concrete of acceptance by our peers where it can do us no
harm. In describing society, its behaviour, its grandoise stupidity we
can be motivated by compassion and despair coloured by not a little
sarcasm and cynicism. Yet in every picture there is enervation and
texture that rely upon a resented CARING for its composition. Framed by
our own paranoias, framed by conditioning, framed by false witness and
thee theft of all pieces of silver, we kiss thee cheek of thee land that
bites us. Receiving in return nothing. Butter nothing is why we came
here, nothing is what we so awkwardly strive and fight for.
Nothing is our very precise confrontation with form and reason. Its easy
to forget nothing and hard to describe it. What was it thee old slug
breeder in thee mud once said in a moment of lucidity:
"The expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to
express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, together
with the obligation to express."*
Creative action, destructive action to express a perception of thee weird
phenomenon of being alive tries to illumine, clarify and describe some
part(s) of human experience, it tends to achieve long-term relevance to
individuals coming into contact with it by trying to graps, or even form,
thee values that guide that experience in a given age, or in this case
"SECTOR OF TIME" And whilst "Time is that which ends" culture, for better
or worse, is that which does not. And thereby lies thee endless trick.
Unlearned and unsung denying explanations butter avidly seeking them.
Thee mirror receives our staring gaze and we melt quite gently and sink away
leaving a smoky, cloudy effect like bleach spreading in water. To cleanse
our guilt we must describe our fate, objective war zone correspondents
using thee aural language of everyday life to define our subject.
Shuttered or not our message remains neither fixed nor dogmatic, merely
frozen moments of a deeply personal interior reflected outwards into
every living room that hangs this sheet of magic upon its tatty wall. For
a day, or forever, it makes no difference. True value never changes,
remains in thee only real sense, constant, becuase only time has a
constant value, and time is thee medium of art "Nothing is more real
than Nothing."*
Human experience is, unfortunately, butter stimulatingly, thee experience
of nothing and thee only reality it knows is thee inability to interpret
itself and its mythically inherited structure.
After thee accumulation of too much history we have lost our innocence,
we cannot easily believe in any explanations. We describe rather than
feel, we touch rather than explore, we lust rather than adore.
So there you are...or were...
Genesis P-Orridge London June 1986
Genesis P-Orridge Career Highlights
- born Neil Megson
- Formed Coum Transmissions
- at the end of TG formed Psychic TV along with Peter Christopherson
- pursued The Temple of Psychic Youth
- fled from England.
- appeared as a guest on recordings by Pigface and Download
- wrote books
Other Genesis related web places:
- Next-new-way-on
- Psychic TV discography.