Friday, 27 December 2019
Sunday, 8 December 2019
Purity
We stress test sound til it buckles, we burn off impurities and reduce it it to its essence, salt, fire, mercury, gold, ojas, its quintessence, its fivefold self. We are alchemists, seeking the stone and elixir, using music, but not musicians.
Purity is always relative, always suggests the opposing polarity. These days it seems no-one can be pure enough for the Purity Test, there is always some associative guilt from breathing this planets sickened air; Auschwitz dust, nano particles of killing fields infest lungs.
I was once in a band named Pure. Of our adoption of that name, a large loving portion of blame, can be ascribed to the brilliant cinematic feverdream, the Devils, and especially Vanessa Redgrave's beautiful flaming creature Mother Superior, whose hysterically repressed sexuality breeds monsters in flesh and mind. She is not evil, just spirit out of place, yearning for Oliver Reeds angelbeast. It is the Witch Hunters, like the hacks from the quietus, who embody soulless, cynical evil, using the witch trials to rob the populace of their freedom and independence.
And so from matters muddy and distasteful, back to the alchemy and its fruits, a new cd at last; entitled:
Purity on the new Turgid Vermin label, a massive dose of the essence of traditional black psychedelia, its roots in the moors and valleys of Gondal.
Purity is always relative, always suggests the opposing polarity. These days it seems no-one can be pure enough for the Purity Test, there is always some associative guilt from breathing this planets sickened air; Auschwitz dust, nano particles of killing fields infest lungs.
I was once in a band named Pure. Of our adoption of that name, a large loving portion of blame, can be ascribed to the brilliant cinematic feverdream, the Devils, and especially Vanessa Redgrave's beautiful flaming creature Mother Superior, whose hysterically repressed sexuality breeds monsters in flesh and mind. She is not evil, just spirit out of place, yearning for Oliver Reeds angelbeast. It is the Witch Hunters, like the hacks from the quietus, who embody soulless, cynical evil, using the witch trials to rob the populace of their freedom and independence.
And so from matters muddy and distasteful, back to the alchemy and its fruits, a new cd at last; entitled:
Purity on the new Turgid Vermin label, a massive dose of the essence of traditional black psychedelia, its roots in the moors and valleys of Gondal.
Upcoming: fantasy 1
Coming Soon: New CDR of distorted beauty and violence on fantasy 1 records, Texas.
very limited edition, some will be available from us soon...
and digitally: '$4nuthin' by Melange: 15 minutes of exquisite bar band filigree space rock
and Skullflowers scabrous 'Rise!' are on skullflower.bandcamp.com
Saturday, 23 November 2019
Autumn in Gondal
23-11-1987
was the date of the first sf nightshift recording session under the arches in brixton
thirty two years of joyful noise. amen to that
new track 'Rise!' on skullflower.bandcamp.com
The moon pool with a cloud of willow, a powerful place, not visited in a while, I was just mentally asking 'what have you to show...' when the Sparrow Hawk cleaved the air above, diving towards a oak from which broke several smaller birds and I swear the Hawk somehow gained extra traction from the air, thickening it to cleave harder and snatched the prey-bird from the sky.
O beauty and wonder of the hunt!
Monday, 11 November 2019
just say.....
is the title of our new opus
two long form explosions of affirming power
over at that wonderland, colloquially known as
skullflower.bandcamp.com
shortly i'll be making a post of details of upcoming projects and releases
but wanted to herald this now....
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