Soft Black Snow: A Conjurer’s Hexmas By SeraphicManta


Vivaldi, Winter. Featuring Julia Fischer / Mari Samuelsen


Great Mix by The Séance

Sorry I couldn’t cheat w/ URL links for pretty pictures this time, but this really is a wonderful mix. It kicks off with Jerry Goldsmith’s opening theme for the film version of Ray Bradbury’s THE ILLUSTRATED MAN, Jesus, what’s not to like? Enjoy.

The Séance


Sometimes by Goldmund


Cloudscape #57: November 2015 By Evening of Light


The Triumph of Love Over Rage


The title is lifted from a subtitle by Nancy Friday. The book, Men in Love, was a revelation for a lot of guys: “OH GOD I’M NOT INCREDIBLY SCREWED UP.”

Here’s a new mix from the incredibly talented and beautiful Mlle Ghoul.


Zeppelin / In the Evening


Nocturnal Emissions | Sunday Edition

WIP: A new Drax avatar for twitter from the gloriously talented @maximpetergriff |

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The Creep in the Art Department is currently tweaking it. We’ll see.

The Inspiration/Direction given was WITCHFINDER. Behold this glorious illustration of Vincent Price as Matthew Hopkins by Abel Mvada


ALBUM OF THE WEEKEND: Resonate​/​Reason Nitrate by Tonepoet & Wings Of An Angel



…which rated a solid B+


THE WARD, John Carpenter, Director

…which was (sadly) pedestrian and offered nothing more original and scary than a sub-par made-for-cable snorefest. C-

We’ll see you tomorrow, True Believers.


Echo & The Bunnymen – Full Concert – Liverpool – 2009

This band, one of my most beloved of the long lost 80’s, effectively died for me w/ 1990’s Reverberation which featured a shitty replacement singer and hooks lifted straight from The Stone Roses, the reigning alt guitar gods of the day. So when the reunited Echo released Evergreen in 1997, I flat-out ignored it, despite the avalanche of praise the album received. No, strike that “despite;” I ignored Evergreen because of the praise which i took for mere corporate-funded hype. I was (and remain) a cynical prick. So I ignored all the subsequent releases as well, all five of them, all the way up to Meteorites (2014). Which strikes me as odd, writing this now. Cynical as I am, I have never been so steadfastly incurious about a band or writer or artist or filmmaker who once gave me pleasure. And man, I loved Echo’s first four albums so much, and maybe that was my problem. Those first four albums were the incessant soundtrack for a very potent period of my life, two C90 BSAF cassette dupes that were always in my car or in my stereo’s deck and played endlessly at 11 while I nursed a broken heart and endured Earth-shattering disappointments and shit like that. Yeah, this is something we can all relate to: one really can love something or someone too much. Duh.

Anyway, Echo came up in casual conversation the other day at The Creep’s new dayjob, and in the course of the chat a deep embarrassment fell over me like a lead-weighted net: one of my favorite bands, huh, yet I had willfully thumbed my nose at their last six albums? My poor widdle heart had healed a long time ago, I was a big boy now. I resolved to give the “new” Echo albums a spin.

I was pleasantly shocked.

The material felt familiar, yet new! That special, original and unique spark was still there! (Yes I’m making fun of myself.) Bottom line: the music was good. Very good. A certain band couldn’t hurt me. “That was long ago in another country, and I am a different man. Besides, the bitch is dead.” Chesterton. I think.

In the course of my explorations youtube kindly shoved this live performance from 2009 down my throat, and I said “Thank you sir may I have another.” This is an enormous concert, recorded right off the sound board so if somebody fucked up it would have been a sonic Nagasaki but amazingly there is not a single misstep, the entire gig is “note perfect.”


Here’s to resiliency, and new beginnings, and healed hearts. Aaw.


Maiden | When the Wild Wind Blows | ‘This is the so-called developed Europe?’

Maybe an arcane sector of my brain that secretly hopes the new Maiden album on Tuesday will actually be decent has fired off a salvo of neurons that has swayed my logic center to become convinced that WHEN THE WILD WIND BLOWS is the greatest song ever recorded on this, Monday, September 7, 2015.

Also, broadcast news is guilty, too. Turn on the news. Mute the news. Watch the news and play this song. Loud.

Don’t look at the stupid youtube graphic. Gaze instead at the image assembled by The Creep in the Art Department, above, and the photo by Antonio Olmos for the Guardian, below.

Lyrics | Written by Steve Harris

Have you heard what they said on the news today?
Have you heard what is coming to us all?
That the world as we know it will be coming to an end
Have you heard, have you heard?

He sees them in the distance where the darkened clouds roll
He could feel tension in the atmosphere
He would look in the mirror, see an old man now
Does it matter they survive somehow?

They said there’s nothing can be done about the situation
They said there’s nothing you can do at all
To sit and wait around for something to occur
Did you know, did you know?

As he stares across the garden looking at the meadows
And wonders if they’ll ever grow again
The desperation of the situation getting graver
Getting ready when the wild wind blows

Have you seen what they said on the news today?
Have you heard what they said about us all?
Do you know what is happening to just every one of us
Have you heard, have you heard?

There will be a catastrophe the like we’ve never seen
There will be something that will light the sky
That the world as we know it, it will never be the same
Did you know, did you know?

He carries everything into the shelter not a fuss
Getting ready when the moment comes
He has enough supplies to last them for a year or two
Good to have because you never know

They tell us nothing that we don’t already know about
They tell us nothing that is real at all
They only fill us with the stuff that they want
Did you know, did you know?

He’s nearly finished with the preparations for the day
He’s getting tired that’ll do for now
They are preparing for the very worst to come to them
Getting ready when the wild wind blows

He sees the picture on the wall, it’s falling down upside down
He sees a teardrop from his wife roll down her face, saying grace
Remember times they had, they flash right through his mind left behind
Of a lifetime spent together long ago will be gone

They’ve been preparing for some weeks now
For when the crucial moment comes
To take their refuge in the shelter
Let them prepare for what will come

They make a tea and sit there waiting
They’re in the shelter feeling snug
Not long to wait for absolution
Don’t make a fuss; just sit and wait

Can’t believe all the lying,
All the screens are denying
That the moments of truth have begun

Can’t you see it on the TV?
Don’t believe them in the least bit
Now the days of our ending have begun

Say a prayer when it’s all over
Survivors unite all as one
Got to try and help each other
Got the will to overcome

I can’t believe all the lying,
All the screens are denying
That the moments of truth have begun

Can’t you see it on the TV?
Don’t believe them in the least bit
Now the days of our ending have begun

When they found them, had their arms wrapped around each other
Their tins of poison laying near by their clothes
The day they both mistook an earthquake for the fallout,
Just another when the wild wind blows…




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