In the hush between heartbeat and dream, where the mind slips loose from daylight’s logic, Eros begins its descent. We like to imagine love as radiance – a flare across the dark – but the oldest myths knew it also as a force that drags the psyche toward its own underworld. If we could peer inward with a telescope’s clarity, the subconscious would appear as a vast, unlit cosmos, its constellations shaped by fear, memory, and hunger. In that internal sky, Eros moves like an ancient comet, its tail streaked with obsession, fantasy, and unresolved wounds.
Long before psychology mapped these territories with quieter tools, mythology traced their contours. The Greeks gave us Persephone’s descent into half-light; Mesopotamia offered Inanna stripped of her identities on her way into the land of the dead. These stories reveal how longing leads us into chambers carved by our own shadows. Demons – incubi, succubi, whispering spirits – are merely sketches of psychological forces too overwhelming to name outright, embodiments of our unease with our own appetites.
Eros is no gentle visitor. It bypasses reason, infiltrating us with symbols as old as civilization. Between who we believe ourselves to be and what we find in those hidden rooms, the underworld opens.
Lana Del Rabies plants her flag in the psychic fault-line again, and this time the tremour feels like it’s coming from a place older than language, older than ritual…older than whatever name we’ve given the thing that keeps us wanting. Omnipotent Fuck, a title that practically hisses when spoken, doesn’t behave like an album. It thrashes, chants, convulses. It arrives as four unbroken takes, each one sounding as if it were dragged out of her chest mid-possession, a raw conduit rather than a composition.
Where others map their obsessions, Lana Del Rabies charges headfirst into hers. These pieces roar, mutter, quake, and boil with a pressure that feels cosmological. Growls coil around metallic hums. Wails split the air like torn fabric. Screams climb the walls and shake loose the plaster. It’s eros in its most volatile state: desire stripped of romance and exposed as the engine of fear, hunger, myth, and ruin.
Beneath all of it, something colossal stirs: the divine feminine rising in pure, unfiltered rage. Not ornamental, not symbolic…feral. A force that has grown tired of being shushed, ignored, abused, and used. Her voice becomes an eruption, an incantation that burns through centuries of suffering. She channels the heat of goddesses who once walked unchallenged across fields of blood and birth, justice and destruction. The record feels like a summoning of that long-buried power, the return of a presence that never left but was warned to stay silent. Inanna is with us. Hekate is with us. Lilith is with us. Baba Yaga is with us.
The video for Wisdom Split feels like Maya Deren summoned through a dirty mirror: her surrealism reborn with a sharper edge, a ritual dragged into the present with its teeth bared. It moves with that uncanny dream-logic she mastered, where every gesture carries an omen and every cut feels like a door opening somewhere you didn’t intend to go.
Nightmarish, sensual, uncomfortably intimate, the piece syncs with the track like a heartbeat laid over a fever. The images don’t accompany the music so much as fuse with it: sound and vision sparking off each other in a kind of ecstatic collision. It’s the subconscious blowing its hinges, spilling symbols, bodies, and fragments of ritual into the room. A perfect, unnerving communion between noise and image, as if the song itself crawled behind the camera and whispered where to point it.
The trilogy began in 2025 with Le Temps Viendra and will close with an upcoming full-length, but Omnipotent Fuck hangs in the middle like a flaming oracle…neither beginning nor end, just the fevered present tense of descent. Call it death industrial if you need to shelve it, though even that feels too tidy. This is subterranean psychic cartography. This is the subconscious cracking open and letting its old queens speak.
A co-release from Phage Tapes and Lana Del Rabies’ new imprint Feral Crone Recordings, the project marks a shift toward something sharper, wilder, more willing to let the wound speak for itself. To explore eros is to acknowledge that we are shaped by forces as old as creation, forces that can swallow reason whole. Lana Del Rabies steps into that furnace without hesitation. What she drags back is furious, volcanic, unforgettable.
Play it loud during your next doomscroll.
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