Tuesday, 5 April 2016

The Repairer of Reputations | Robert W. Chambers | Radio Adaptation | Necrofuturist Transmission, Nightbreed Radio

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My Creative Commons radio adaptation of The Repairer of Reputations, by Robert W. Chambers, featuring narration by Peter Yearsley and music by numerous underground artists, was serialised in six episodes on P. Emerson Williams' Necrofuturist Transmission, on Nightbreed Radio, from 1st August 2015 to 5th April 2016. You can listen to the six Necrofuturist shows using the players above, and The Repairer of Reputations is also available as a single podcast on archive.org, or via the player below.

“Along the shore the cloud waves break,
The twin suns sink beneath the lake,
The shadows lengthen
In Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,
And strange moons circle through the skies,
But stranger still is
Lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,
Where flap the tatters of the King,
Must die unheard in
Dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa.”

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The Repairer of Reputations, from The King in Yellow by Robert W. Chambers, was read by Peter Yearsley for the Librivox project. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. The music was downloaded in September and October 2011 from bandcamp.com, where it was made available under the terms of Creative Commons licenses allowing derivative works. The complete track listing is:

Metsu: Gathering
Cerca Trova: Monoliths (Acceptance)
Fosel: Adenine
Dubh: Winter Maelstrom
Fabio Keiner: Sound Gardens 6
Talokin: Snowstorm
Fosel: Only The Snow Can Begin To Explain (Adrián Juárez Remix)
Kraai: Hikikomori
Asphixiator: Thornback
Apophatic: Decline
Hoarfrost: Oberaufseherin
Faarg: Sleep Folk
Hoarfrost: Light Through The Skin
Lord Cernunnos: Amanita Phalloides
Caustic Reverie: Telegonus
Fydhws: Минимализам
Imhotep Is Invisible: Irrational Anthem
DOOOM: Limbic Psyance
Wicked Sick: Badlands
Eclipsing Black: A Brief Reprieve

Thank you to everyone involved.

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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Also Sprach Gnomethustra | Tonttu | CD & Digital LP | Panicmachine Records

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I continue to vigorously resist the evil of gnomes on Tonttu's Also Sprach Gnomethustra, on Panicmachine Records, to which I contributed a kosmische-folk remake of Taisteluni, from their 1998 Gnomedrome EP.

“Well you see these gnomes
– They aren't like us, you know –
Well they come over here
With their little red hats
And their big white beards
And their funny little shoes
With the bells on the pointy, curly toes,
And they take our jobs,
And they never do any work,
And they impregnate our women
And teach our kids to speak nothing but Gnomish,
And the next thing you know
You're out in the woods
Tied naked to a tree
While horrible little redcapped, blackhearted gnomes
Build a bonfire around you,
And argue about who gets to eat your spleen –
Because that, my friend, is the evil that gnomes do.”

“My favorite mix on the album was the last one done by Thomas Jude Barclay Morrison. He does less a remix and more of a cover of TONTTU's 'My Struggle'. He gets rid of most elements of electronic music and transforms it into a folk song that would fit perfectly in an RPG. Also, he transfers the lyrics from Finnish to English which was a welcome addition. Perhaps this will help spread Anti-Gnome propaganda in English speaking countries... But, some people just choose to remain ignorant. Sigh. ”
Brutal Resonance

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Friday, 11 December 2015

The Devil & Johnny Orpheus | Short Story | Esoterica Zine

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The Devil & Johnny Orpheus, from Phantasmagoria, in Esoterica Zine (Vol. 3: Sign).

“Who can remember where and when a dream begins? Dreams have no beginning - once we enter their continuum, that continuum recedes into the past for as far as we can see. And so it was with Johnny Orpheus, dreaming strange dreams at the crossroads - he had no way of knowing at what point oblivion ended and dreaming began. All he knew was the road he now walked - it seemed to him that he had been walking it forever, in the stifling heat. Rippling with mirages, it stretched away, both ahead of him and behind him, until it passed beyond the limits of his sight. It ran across a black desert, whose sands were a mixture of ash, soot and volcanic glass. Here and there in the distance, the bedrock pierced the sand with low-lying, rippling ridges of pale pumice - skeleton-white stripes ribbing the endless, burnt black. The skies were choked with thick smoke, which seemed to drift from vast fires hidden just beyond the horizon, where bloodstained light glowed. The air was hot, sulphurous and suffocating.”

“Stephen King-esque”
– Esoterica