Ljubo D.
The attention lavished on the tiniest atom that makes up the realm/ state of libidinal hubris that is (the Art of) LAIBACH, is balanced, I feel, with the precision and refinement they in-vest, after a demonstration of superior, magical violence, as some strange sort of frighteningly unique beauty, yet they treat it characteristically humbly "the Northern expression of LAIBACH KUNST" (Times of the Year, the ultimate art magical idea, theory, motivational libido, yet these are empty words, while the darkness experienced when consuming Laibach, is very real, it, too, has no equal or paralell in this realm.
When I read the courageous beautiful words, written on the back of the cigarette box, We Are Forging The Future, I felt fear for a moment.
