- Glory to Thee, my Beloved Masturbator 03:35:39
- [Remember] What you sow is what you reap 04:27:05 | MP3 excerpt
- Can you hear the Devils laughing? (or is it just Me) 04:26:13
- The Love and Defiance of being Alive 05:30:17
- Let me show you, all the Secrets of the Torture Garden 03:38:06 | MP3 excerpt
- Too late for Innocence, too late for Regret (Four Hands please better than Two) 04:55:27
- Forgive me, I am not Satan; I am Mary just like You 03:40:26 | MP3 excerpt
- C U M, and let me lead you far astray 04:12:69
- Amore Rosso, Amore Marrone, Amore Nero (Il Waltzer del Lupo Mannaro) 03:56:04
- I W I L L; Even after the Flowers are gone 05:00:43
- Confessions of a Sinflower 04:39:24
Swedish Import: Rare Cold Meat Industry edition!
Imagine the force of countless orgasms focused into a single purpose, a single vision made flesh- and you have Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio’s 8th full-length album: O N A N I – [Practice makes Perfect].
This release, two years in the making, inspired partly by la petit mort, the little death achieved by one’s own hands or by the hands of others (as four hands please better than two) continues in the O.R.E. tradition of opulent depravity and decadent beauty as an unrestrained aural and aesthetic opus to the drives of man, sealed with apocalips kisses.
The music is in the ever-evolving sound of O.R.E., seductive and somber – this time possibly with a more “pop” orientation, which makes the songs all the more poignant. Lush guitars, pounding percussions, humming organs and pianos, church choirs, subtle moans and female vocals by muse and mistress Rose-Marie Larsen, and the added new element of a softly throbbing drummachine creates the evocative, ravenous soundtrack. And yet above all hovers the most dominant element- the stern and yet alluring voice of the visionary behind O.R.E., Tomas Pettersson, singing, speaking, inviting us to cum with him.
There is a sensible melancholy for what has been lost and for what will never be, mixed with wanton visceral visions and fulfilment – carnal love and hate, joy and grief. Tinged with subtle black humor, like a movie of Tinto Brass put into a musical score – and there’s even a song in italian. All the dreamlike masturbatory images in the album-artwork are derived from the lustrous and willing ranks of the Army of Roses and Equilibrium, and yet this is not mere porn or cheap erotica, but divine and infernal eroticism unrestrained. A fire of unhinged desire kindled to a raging flame that ignites and consumes, and that in the end, we are consumed by – the fire of life.
Sexual magic made manifest, or merely dandy decadence for the an erotic eschatology, or both – you decide. And be that as it may, in the end, this will leave you on the floor to plead and beg for more.