Friday, 24 February 2017

Gondal, Dragons Lair Abyss...

If I might briefly address the lack of change in our music:
drama or interest is a product of attention
a wall of flaking plaster is a blank wall and a fairy land of rotting mountain ranges and chasms also.
our music is for meditation, (and "y'gotta meditate as the maharishi says...." (Bob 'the bear' Hite) )
for a very attentive inatention, a letting go, whilst maintaining a general directed mood
(I think here of stalking, our music moooves with a sorcerous gait)
Now, Emily Bronte, on the subject of leaving the body, astral projection in the mauve zone:

I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay,
On a windy night, when the moon is bright
and my eye can wander through worlds of light-

When I am Not and none beside-
Nor earth, nor sea, nor cloudless sky -
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.

January was marked by the arrival of Voudon Maistre Michael Bertiaux's 'Ontological Graffiti' a sumptious gnostic feastwerke of oracles and paintings, maps and graffiti. One should never dip, but, a first fateful dipping shewed: "What has happened in the 19th century can happen again in your circle, bring it into the present as you feel it, receiving it humbly, as past treasures."
Precisely: Brujo is Keeper. The Moors are the same (despite the New Estates) and the Dragon-Lands exist alongside, and superimposed on the moors, castles, oceans and wastes of Gondal (and Oz and Glandenia and Westeros)

'Dragons Lair Abyss' is the new 'e.p' of three transmissions from the floating worlds, featuring the first six string contribution from my esteemed brother, Philip, since 'morning dew' on 1995's 'transformer', and particuarly bruitiste violin from Silkie on the finale, 'Pillar of cloud, Pillar of fire'.

Saturday, 18 February 2017


Sunday 12 March 2017
Skullflower - Phurpa - BlackSunRoof!


Wednesday, 1 February 2017


the first being: regret at our visaless state that leaves us unable to travel East.
the second, more pleasurable to relate: arrival of 'the Black Iron that fell....' lp's and 'Spirals of Great Harm' dbl cd, and offering both LP and dbl CD plus one piece of art for £20 plus post (£5 uk, £8 Europe, £10 restofworld) paypal to

Monday, 9 January 2017


Two thousand and Seventeen at last, and, at last We are playing in Moscow:    and at last, playing not only two sets (Black Sunroof! and Skullflower) but finally and joyfully getting to play on a bill with modern Bon practitioners Phurpa.

Bayou Perfume Advert is the pungent naming convention awarded to the 27 minutes plus ca change of heavy oozing billowing silt deltoid blues evening raga which now resides on bandcamp

'The black iron that fell from the stars to dwell within (bear it or be it)' is the title of our new LP for Egypts Nashazphone records. The first in a Trilogy entitled 'The Darkness of Aegypt'. This first volume bears the imprint of Set, with Horus and Apep to follow. The inspiration and artworks have come from our tireless friend and Nashazphone creator Hicham Chadly. 'The Darkness' referred to, is of course one of biblical plague weapons used by the Jewish Conjurer Moses. It refers to a universal dark averse shadow stuff, from which we construct our Altars to Set / Ghede. The black iron that fell is meteoric, and alongside with Sets use of the iron spear 'that only he may hold' to cyclically kill the Serpent, and thus enable day/night pattern, links Set wth Tibet where such metoric iron is one of the main ingredients in pre buddhist sorcery. That some of us feel the tug of another star, that this star is Sirius, Dog-star and sacred to Set, and therefore the black iron nails of vudu (and the bar of red hot iron hidden in the temple fire, that is the cosmic sex drive) Set's spear, and our iron blade phurpa, are all links in a chain that leads to Sirius. Now, briefly, Horus is hawk; what animal is Set?
David Wood, Genisis. An extinct creature; erased, and a hated/feared belief, its monuments toppled and defaced. Memory of these creatures is very important to us who continue this path today. The Set creature reminds us of the Thylacine. The first time I heard it mentioned in art was, and remains, Jhon Balance singing 'we worship at the shrine of the Thylacine'. A few pictures to break the heart, realising this beautiful creature was lost, so mediocre man could multiply more mediocrity. Read WSB 'ghost of a chance' again.

Tuesday, 29 November 2016

Sidelong glances, apanga, of the devi; the fee/fey, those from outside, who dwell under the hill, the shining ones, tuatha de dannon

Lord of all I survey

A.O.S. Time-stretched Cats, Sidereal

odilon redon, a prostitute / suvasini
o.r.: perversity

 and beastings by Samantha, Silkie

Saturday, 5 November 2016

All Souls

recursive disaster: 
20 minutes of heavy weaving happy chrome nightmares, baby, is just Out on bandcamp.

Heavy friends:
we have some physical booty for sale, the sf/db cassette "angel of darkness", beautiful package, sick sounds
£5.60 plus post/packing (£2 uk, £3 eur, £4 everywhere else) paypal to

Friday, 21 October 2016

Maker of Moons, autumns trinkets

Was R.W. Chambers, he walked in Carcosa, and beheld the ragged splendour of the tattered cloak of the King in Yellow.

Autumnal trinketure: dreaming willow herb, horse chestnut sickening acidically, sycamore rotting crimson, partakes of that masked kings grandeur. in 'Maker of Moons' american woods are beautifully infected by the alien virus of 'ku', chinese black magic. coincidence had brought the following fragments into my sphere, so I felt it right to group them thus:
and to conjure a swathe of autumn moons (and the swirl of a thunderbolt/sunwheel):

Autumn makes us rememberful of Uncles, tygers of instruction and fascinating lore. Here are two, the Laird of Boleskine, Aleister Crowley, and the Arch-Duke of Allerton, Leroy Murgatroyd; both reflecting it seems, on pleasant misdeeds, and the pleasures received thus. Long may their examples fill us with fervour:
Aleister again. the enterer is also the going forther. the gate is nearer than we often think.

Voudou / Silken Creatures
and, in our kingdom of bandcamp, autumns ravages are lushly celebrated in 
'Sunset Ornaments in Black Glass'