Not Breathing

Sangre Azul (Invisible)
by Lex Marburger

More electronic creepiness. Without getting too purple with my prose, gibbering nightmare creatures cavort with Queen Mab inside a computer. Yeah, I know. It’s difficult to describe instrumental electro-industrial horror film music. It has a beat, although I can’t imagine dancing. It has a sense of melody and form, but saying it has “hooks” would be foolish. Sangre Azul fit right in when I was slowly torturing that boy in my living room – uh, I mean if I was going to torture someone slowly (and I’m not saying I would, mind you, especially not with knitting needles and kerosene or anything like that), I’d choose Not Breathing to be the music on the stereo, the discordant electric drones mingling with the sniffled, muffled cries for help and forgiveness, the chair I tied him to chattering on the tiles in rhythmic counterpoint to the hypnotic patterns on the disc… that is, of course (of course!) if I were to torture someone (and it certainly wouldn’t be anybody named Keith Jackson). If you’ll excuse me, it seems I have some cleaning to do.