The Joup Friday Album: My Life w/ The Thrill Kill Kult – Confessions of a Knife


Note: Katie will answer the call of Chester’s tag next week after she successfully prepares for the coming educational apocalypse set to descend upon the townships of her residence in nary a day or two. In the meantime, Black Philip is always happy to fill in and attempt to corrupt the minds of our readers.

Black Philip, take it away…


Thank you Shawn. You know, I never expected this to happen to me, but rather inadvertently I have become known for something of a ‘catch phrase’.

“Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

Now, if you had told me a fortnight ago that I’d be quoted on t-shirts and the internet movie databases, fan sites and posters, well, I wouldn’t have believed you. Darkness is its own reward, and besides, I’ve always been a bit of a curmudgeon. But then, that’s life – delicious when you let it be. When you follow your star and go for the things you want most. And in this day and age, lightning can most definitely strike if you bid it to. Did the bed intruder guy think he was going to end up with a record deal?

’nuff said. Fame and cultural currency are a funny thing. But I digress…

So ever the hedonist, I’ve used the sway and the cash that has been afforded me in this situation to do exactly what the patrons of film I am known for might expect me to – I’ve begun to live life deliciously. Moreso. Expensive, imported absinthe, obscure and costly ancient texts and music are the flavors I most enjoy, and following from that I’ve spent a great deal of time digging into the darker areas of underground music from the eras that preceded my arrival on this plane. One of my favorite of those eras is the late 80s/early 90s Chicago Industrial Scene and for my money one of the greatest examples of the dark majesty of that era is My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult’s Confessions of a Knife. It is a smorgasbord of sex, drugs and Satan; an aggressive, hallucinatory industrial dance powerhouse, where one imagines the patrons of long-closed goth clubs sweating and writhing out their frustrations, imbibing strange substances and achieving torrid sexual satisfaction. In a manner of speaking, leaving life deliciously.

Give the record a spin. My ears always perk up at the beginning of the first track’s sample, “I live for drugs,” not just because of the blatant decadence but because with a title like “A Daisy Chain for Satan”, well…  you know, I’m vain like that.

Listen and listen well my children, my sheep, and after you listen I command thee to go forth and purchase the album in one form or another, so as to better help fund my slowly encroaching empire of indulgence.

Katie, take it away!

Black Philp

Black Philp

Just a goat trying to spread his master’s word.

One Response to The Joup Friday Album: My Life w/ The Thrill Kill Kult – Confessions of a Knife
  1. Mel Reply

    Ooh, forgot how much I loved this album! I can almost smell the dark patchouli and clove cigs. LOL

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