Dear duncang,
I've figured out why I am so attracted to Tool. It is because Rock music's fundamental emotion is what is known as
charis, sometimes known as "divine sexual Mother-Love" - it is the love that powered the ancient ecstatic Mother Goddess cults and the sacred prostitutes of Babylon. In Rock music, we see this epitomised by two tendencies:
The first tendency is toward adopting the female (preconscious) subjective point of view, with the male (conscious) view as the predicate. (By this I mean, e.g. subject = "apple" or "sky" whilst predicate = "redness" or "cloudy".) In this view, the emphasis is on orgiastic lust and hedonistic antirationalism. The purest song in this regard I know of is "Love in an Elevator" by Aerosmith; "Livin' it up while I'm goin' down" = worshipping the Goddess of lust and ecstatic orgiastic release while the mind lowers itself to become more possessed by the bestial Ego (the "image of the body" that our minds contain as a function of the preconsciousness, in contrast to our Reasoning ability focussed in our consciousness).
The second tendency is toward adopting the male (conscious) subjective view, with the
female (preconscious) view as the predicate. When this happens, the result is not charis in the sense of the incestuous, hedonic orgiastic release implicit in the rock-drugs-sex counterculture epitomised by that Aerosmith song, but, rather, an expression of the
proper direction of charis, which is
comradely love. That is, the love between Fighters who will do anything whatsoever, whether it be split ammo, use his last drop of canteen water, eat shit, hack off his own arm, or walk into machinegun fire, if such things serve an intelligible cognitive purpose that will help his comrade, for the sake of the higher goal.
Tool is this male, conscious-focussed point of view,
in hell and fighting against that hell! It is the mind which has donned the mask of the preconscious' bestial Ego,
which in turn has donned the mask of a man. It is the werewolf trapped in a world of feminine insanity which makes no sense and frustrates his comradely love by trying to pervert him into becoming an impotent little rat living in fear, and hate, and greed, and pettiness in his cage, who instead rages against his fear, and pisses on his consumerism, and gnaws at his own flesh for the sake of coming to understand what it means to be a Fighter and not a faggot waiting to be burnt alive in the fires of Politically Correct spectacular[1] capitalism.
In those terms, then, my favourite Tool song is "4 degrees" - a sympathetic and accurate description of the pain and desire of a properly sado-masochistic worshipper-God relationship between the bestial Ego and the cognitive mind. It's not my favourite "sexy" song of rage or whatever, but it's the most meaningful to me in that sense, to date. The other ones I gravitate towards are "Intolerance," "Sober," and "Prison Sex." Inferno! And the Will to fight against it!
Narziss,
rc
[1]
Society of the Spectacle