Tuesday, 21 November 2017

Blues for Algol

"What sounds the depths and conjoins Will and Belief? Some inarticulate hieroglyph or sigil wrought from nascent desire and rhythmed to unbounded Ego."
A.O.S.: The Logomachy of Zos
New forger track "blues for algol" lurking on bandcamp now.
The Sufi's red wine, deep dark and inarticulate. The forgers yllustre, a chandelier shard, a lustre as used by Chales Henry Allan Bennett as a 'blasting rod'.

as ever a load of new/old garments have been subjected to our roughly ready screen printing and are in the merch section of skullflower bandcamp

and shortly, specially gilded and decorated editions of our latest blockbuster...as endorsed by Emily

Thursday, 9 November 2017


Back in that most beautiful ancient sprawl that still contains springs and streams, ancient and wizened, of its old magique, Paris. Cat Cafes, evil old cheeses, and even Gary Mundy, who finally made good on a promise to wreak the old harm with us on a final number that took me back to below the railway arches in 1987 Brixton, and well beyond. Once again let us toast those Amis who have supported us in mind and soul and deed: Hicham, Philipe, Romain and J.F., and all who come to hear and inhale our incense and noise: Thank You...

Monday, 30 October 2017

Lord have Mercy On My Soul.....

How many chickens have I stole?
 one last night and the night before
 i'm going to go back, steal 10, 11 more....
(I Love the chicken baby)

Friday, 6 October 2017

A Memorable Fancy...

it is the end times. aliens have been discovered, aliens have discovered us, we have seen footage of their planet, their lifestyles, and they are really violent. they will come and eat us (and rape and generally torture and violate in non specific ways). already huge emergency euthanasia centres have been set up to gently put to sleep those made nervous by their imminent sadistic destruction. kind of like Jonestown, shaking trembling lines of numb humanity shuffles forward to receive the plastic beakers of kool aid plus.

this is necessary because Aliens are among us already, they are descending via our stairways, you can identify them by the VirtualReality headsets they must wear at all times, their Achilles heel as it were is they must stay in touch with their home planet via its facebook page at all times, or they futz into non being.

already this is being exploited, the fightback has begun, at elite academies the cats of earth are being trained to sever power lines, cut connections, rip off headsets with dazzling pirouettes and richochet leaps. trajectories are projected, parabolas arced and mapped, claws sharpened.

rules for life
1. play the red guitar
2. wear black clothes
3. watch out for falling stage props.
you'll be alright......

omg: gingers paws when he's in R.E.M.

Friday, 29 September 2017


nov 3rd / Instants Chavir├ęs / Montreuil (Paris)
Nashazphone nite with

Friday, 1 September 2017

autumn cannibals

As the flowers and fruits begin to devour themselves; Some artworks for sale; at https://skullflower.bandcamp.com/merch

Sunday, 23 July 2017

draconian fairylands...

this is the land of the fairy and the dragon. the fairy is the dakini, tibetan female protector of the way, she drinks blood from the skullcup and is the power that is channeled through the three bladed magickal dagger called Phurpa. They are daughters of Kali, of Lilith, and they haunt the moors and lonely places.

Incredibly proud too, to be announcing the publication of a slender splendid poisoned chalice/chapbook by Sd/Mb bearing the imprint of Philip Best's publishing house 'Amphetamine Sulphate'. Entitled 'Talisman Angelical', and brilliantly edited/assembled by Philip, it will be available come September

I have a particular fondness for what I might term 'fairy dragons', small misshapen beasts with ragged auras of the fantastic. As a child this manifested itself in a love of spiders, dragonflies, moths and in particular, the insect known as the 'devils coach horse'.
Larger examples I have found in our ex-feral cats and yorkshire cob horses. Now if only we could have orcas in our reservoirs.... (only joking, I hate the moorland reservoirs, and intend to blow up the dam walls and flood the Aire valley)