There are days when I’m glad that my Scottish Protestant Grandma is now on the other side, where she can see the big picture of what I’m doing with CVLT Nation, instead of getting caught up in the very 3D details of me promoting straight up blasphemy. Because while I never lied to her and told her I was a Christian – and she was cool with it – I also never admitted that I was revolted by the attempted brainwashing she’d been complicit in from my birth. From an early age, I saw what my church was all about – clout with each other first, clout with a petty-ass make-believe god second. And the more I learned of the history of warmongering, raping, burning, torturing, and exploiting the Church was engaged in for 2,000 years, the more firm I became in my belief that their sermons were a pretty poor cover-up for their debased evil.
This extremely creepy and excruciatingly heavy track called “Exorcism” from Salem, MA’s SATANIC PLANET really captures the unique brand of spiritual terrorism the Church lovingly doles out on its followers. Their self-titled debut record comes out via Three One G Records on May 28th – pre-order it here and get the TST exclusive vinyl here. The group is made up of members Lucien Greaves (The Satanic Temple), Luke Henshaw (Planet B, Sonido de la Frontera), Dave Lombardo (Slayer, The Misfits, Mr. Bungle, Suicidal Tendencies, Dead Cross), and Justin Pearson (The Locust, Dead Cross, Swing Kids, Deaf Club), so you know it’s the modern-day Satanic Panickers’ worst and most blasphemous nightmare. Right now experience our exclusive premiere of their track “Exorcism” below, that features Travis Ryan of Cattle Decapitation, and watch their video for their first single “Baphomet” while you’re at it.
Exorcism, as a religious practice, is a backward, sometimes brutal, superstitious rite that claims an unknown number of lives around the globe annually as victims are subjected to burnings, bindings, drownings, or beatings in order to purge them of imaginary demons. This is a bedtime lullaby about that — a screaming, relentless, pummeling, yet soothingly symphonious lullaby — with a polite little Sunday School song interlude in the middle.
– Lucien Greaves