The soundtrack to Kenneth Anger's Lucifer Rising was first conceived in Tracy Prison also known as Deuel Vocational Institution in California. The birthplace of La eMe or The Mexican Mafia. The album is the brainchild of Bobby Beausoleil who was committed to prison for life for the murder of Gary Hinman. After Charles Manson hacked off Hinmans ear with a samurai sword. Bobby stabbed him through the heart with a knife. Beausoleil was a successful musician at the time and his band The Orkustra later to be renamed, The Freedom Orchestra, in jail, did concerts around San Francisco.
He managed to recruit Clem Grogan into the band on a guitar he made him in the woodwork shop.
The music is a blood soaked portal opening up onto California of the late sixties. This is the era when new religions were being born. When L Ron Hubbard ran off with Jack Parsons wife. Later he founded the Church Of Scientology from his books on the pseudo science of Dianetics. Parsons was working at an early incarnation of NASA. He was responsible for jet fuel and propulsion and ended his life mysteriously blowing up in the basement of his house in Pasadena. He was 37 years old.
As the Mexican Mafia were forming vital partnerships with the Armenians and The Aryan Brotherhood. Running their proto drug empires from behind bars. In Tracy prison The Freedom Orchestra started to soar with middle eastern strings and vintage moog electronics. The instruments were provided partly by Kenneth Anger. He was still gay for Bobby but Bobby was straight as a rule. As the prison queens are always ready to yield to violent captive men, so that the convicts can recreate some kind of simulcra of domestic bliss found in the outside world. Beausoleil claimed in the Second Volume of Apocalypse Culture by Feral House that he drew erotic art of women and kept his sexual energy internal a la Tantra. Whatever. As a pretty boy himself, he got a lot of attention in San Quentin after his initial sentencing. He became a wild animal. Stabbing. Biting. Gouging. Kicking. Punching. Until all the rape gangs lost interest in his lack of submission. Like whaling ships in the nineteenth Century where men had to live together on the high seas. Feminized men provided a valuable service. As if nature designed it that way. Absorbing the violent nature of Alpha males, the sissys kept the murder rate
down.Drugs ran like a thick river of tar through Tracy prison in the seventies. You can hear it in the music on this record. The strings create images of plaintive yearnings to leave this world of banging metal doors. To soar like a falcon and return back to Gods arm for that sliver of flesh. And the violence is always creeping in the prison yard. In the shower. The hand on your leg when you're sleeping. The hand that might need to he bitten. Or broken. To preserve the integrity and sanctity of the young males arsehole. A siege that could take years to play out. From the strings the drums hammer like the waves of desire looking for the shore. Primitive electronics beep like messages from other civilisations on landscapes of far away planets. Manson had good ideas but he lost control. Even Neil Young thought so. Psychically after 1969 Manson couldn't do his acid voodoo face to face. His cult assassins blew through the bars of the jailhouse and met up like witches under the moon. The music is a starship made out of smoke, violence and male sexual release. It's a bird of prey going after lesser beasts. Flies. Wanting no part of the world of putrefecation. Including rotten souls. The dazzling image of a red jungle parrot riding a rocket propelled grenade through a Cathedral window and out the other side. The girls are waiting. The cars are hot for adventure. Limitless American roads are calling all the way back to the jungles of Mexico. The sea is blue and inviting. All filth dissolves away. The sun brings out escaped convicts. Gives them a second chance.
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