The other night I went to see my buddys in Attack! Vipers! support Coliseum, and Narrows. I’ve heard people talking about Coliseum for a while now but never got round to checking them out, so it was awesome to be blown away by them.
Picked up a copy of their new album on glitter black vinyl, it sounds amazing and looks rad!
Last week I picked up and shipped off a few thousand of the booklets for Coliseum’s upcoming album, Sister Faith, on Temporary Residence. It’s an 11x11" 16-page newsprint booklet that consists of almost entirely full page collage pieces I designed. This could be my favorite piece of art/design that I’ve ever done. Very excited.
people always leave me. you’re the only constant thing in my life + soulmate!Calum
Calum wanted to believe that his soulmate was out there. He wanted to believe that good things will happen eventually. He wanted to believe that his eyes would soon change color. He wanted to believe—but he couldn’t. He had no faith; his sister found her soulmate when she was ten, Michael found his soulmate when he was fourteen, but yet here was the young Maori boy desperate for some sort of sign he even had a soulmate. He was twenty. He should have found them already. He should have, he should have, he should have.
He was lonely. Fuck, was he lonely.
Calum started to believe that he was one of the cursed ones. Michael would laugh at his friend and tell him that he certainly was not apart of that mythical group, but how could Calum not think he was? He figured he was doomed, a reject, a dud, an “uh, sir, this one isn’t working properly.” He just wanted that person who was destined to love him forever.
The purple sunset was turning to a harsh darkness. The boy was sitting on a hill that overlooked his neighborhood. Looking at the night sky, he let out a heavy and broken sigh. Was this all he would know? The empty feeling in his chest after someone told him his eyes were still grey? He wished desperately to look in the mirror one day and see a beautiful color staring back at him. His sister had brown eyes. Would he too share the same dark color?
“The moon doesn’t do shit, mom,” he glared at the soft object in the sky, remembering that his mother once told him the moon could grant wishes. It could not. It was a rock that floated in space. It could not listen to him, and it most certainly could not grant wishes—he figured that out when his soulmate didn’t show up.
“All I wanted was you,” he murmured, talking about his soulmate now. “All I wanted was for you to come along so we could go hiking and cook dinner together and kiss each other. I just want to hold you like Michael does with his. People always leave me, you’re the only constant thing in my life, which is strange considering I haven’t even fucking met you yet.”
“You can’t actually meet the moon; it’s in space.”
“Does that sound like an overstatement? As followers of Christ, we believe in His ability to bring life out of death – and take comfort in that, even as we watch the cruel blows being inflicted on so many of our brothers and sisters in the faith these days. This week, for instance, the Colorado Supreme Court refused to hear the appeal of Jack Phillips. And the implications of that decision – a precedent that will be closely considered by many other courts around the country – are ominous for religious freedom in America.
Those implications may seem a little vague, even if you’re acquainted with the case. Phillips, artist and owner of Masterpiece Cake Shop outside Denver, told a same-sex couple he couldn’t create their special wedding cake, given his biblical convictions on the meaning of marriage. It wasn’t a matter of baking – he cheerfully offered to bake anything else they liked.
But Jack doesn’t just bake wedding cakes, he creates them – composes small masterpieces of color and decoration specifically designed to convey the personality of his customers and the spirit of their occasion. When he can’t do that – he doesn’t, for instance, make Halloween cakes, or include liquor in his ingredients – he gracefully passes on a customer’s request.
Some understand, some don’t. The two men who asked him to make their cake didn’t, and took their case to the Colorado Civil Rights Commission, which – incredibly – has ordered Phillips to:
bake wedding cakes for same-sex as well as man-woman couples – or not to make them at all.
prepare quarterly reports for the government for two years, clarifying which cake orders he has accepted and which he has refused – and why.
train his employees (including his mother and daughter) to understand that he is wrong to believe what the Bible teaches, and to run his business according to that faith.
The meaning of this week’s decision, then, is as easy to read as the writing on a Masterpiece cake. In the eyes of Colorado’s highest court, Phillips’ conscience is not his own. Which means, in the eyes of our government – his soul is not his own. And yours isn’t your own, either.
If you think you’ll be spared that Big-Brother-knows-best treatment because you don’t bake cakes in Colorado … think again. Watch how fast other states take their cue from this ruling.
The American Civil Liberties Union knows. With its usual gift for irony, the group was quick to assert its approval of the Colorado high court’s denial of … civil liberties:
“We all have a right to our personal beliefs,” an ACLU spokesperson said, “but we do not have a right to impose those beliefs on others and discriminate against them.” Unless, of course, the government says we can … because our beliefs are the politically correct flavor of the month. (The same Colorado commission ruled that three other bakeries were free not to make cakes for Christians. whose messages violatedtheir personal beliefs. You can’t make this stuff up.)
Isn’t it interesting that those pressing legal and political agendas that embrace abortion and homosexual behavior … that redefine marriage … that denounce faith and biblical truth … are choosing people like Jack Phillips as their targets? And that all too many government officials, legislators, and judges across the country are eagerly joining these witch hunts?
Think about it: all of these people being targeted – the photographers, florists, grocery owners, fire chiefs, all of them – are outstanding in their line of work. They’re professionally successful, personally well-liked, generous with their time and contributions to the needs of those less fortunate in their neighborhoods. Law-abiding, family-oriented – the kind of people every civic leader wants living next door, thriving and investing their talents and tax dollars in the local area.
Unless: they’re not willing to help kill unborn babies. Or quietly choose not to exercise their creativity in support of ideas they don’t agree with. Then, they must be eradicated.
Not just disagreed with or debated. Not just passed over in order to do business with someone else whose ideas are more ingratiating to the current culture. But brought to their knees. Driven out of business. Robbed of their reputation, their life savings, their place in the community. They must be destroyed.
Sure, they’re good people – but they’re only allowed to be good so long as their goodness is amputated from the very faith that inspires it.
Those amputations are currently being scheduled in courtrooms all over America. We’ll soon see how many people – even Christians – are willing to go out on a limb for religious freedom.
We thank God for the courts that are still following the written Constitution, and for those clients brave enough to render unto God what is His and not Caesar’s. But this week’s Colorado decision reminds us that people like Jack Phillips must not stand alone.
It’s time for all of us who cherish religious freedom to pray. To speak up. To write our legislators, talk to our pastors, get stories like this in front of our family and neighbors. It’s time to embrace our birthright as Americans – as children of God, “endowed by [our] Creator with certain inalienable rights.” And entrusted with a responsibility to stand for the truth we know.”
- Alan Sears, president, Alliance Defending Freedom
Coliseum’s new video for “Doing Time,” created by Erik Denno (a name some might recognize from the long gone / eternally killer Kerosene 454). As I understand it, the band plans to create a video for every song from Sister Faith. Of the videos not actually featuring the band members themselves, this is my favorite so far.
Coliseum’s fourth album, ‘Sister Faith’, drops at the end of this month and it is a damn good one. Full to bursting with fuzz-laden riffs, driving drums, and powerful vocals, this record will make for excellent listening across the summer months. The album absolutely explodes into being; dirty guitars come crashing from the start as ‘Disappearing from Sight’ sets the tone for the rest of the record. Throughout ‘Sister Faith’ what Coliseum showcase is their ability to keep things fresh. For every time something seems predictable, there’s something you didn’t see coming, it can be something as simple as an unexpected chord that keeps the entire album safe from growing boring.
Something else Coliseum seem to have made a habit of is fantastically gritty bass intros. ‘Under the Blood of the Moon’ comes with the pick of the bunch. It’s thunderous sludge and soon matched by similarly roaring backing. This album twists and turns often without ever straying too far from the solid path set from the beginning. On bass or guitar there’s a riff for every occasion on ‘Sister Faith’ – provided every occasion calls for a wonderful amount of distortion and grit, something every occasion could probably do with.
I find occult imagery to be magnetic, in the same way traditional religious imagery is appealing and interesting; it is mysterious and dark, vague, and often confusing in its intent, beautiful when executed well and frightening when perfected. I also find the occult to be somewhat ridiculous or silly. As with any fantasy elements, it can be interesting and exciting, and even fun, but ultimately is meaningless.