Saturday, 15 December 2018

the black hand




4 x tracks based on the cult known as Church of the Black Hand.
Will you follow?

The night parade


In the towns, in the suburbs, in the cities… 

He is old and uncharismatic. Barefoot and bald, he is filthy and wears a long brown smock. He is the leader of the night parade, prophet for what has become known as The Church of the Black Hand. 

Who would imagine that the simple act of an old man striking a toy drum in an endless spellbinding rhythm would enthral so many people to follow him like a pied piper? Why do they? What unheard message, or promise, do they hear? 

Will you follow, take the first step? Will you discover the power in darkness and be part of the old man’s night parade? 

Follow. Step in time to the rhythm and join the Church of the Black Hand. 

In the towns, in the suburbs, in the cities…

Friday, 31 August 2018

Cosmicism

Music inspired by the philosophy of H.P. Lovecraft.

Cosmicism is the literary philosophy developed by writer H.P. Lovecraft stating that: There is no recognisable divine presence, such as God, in the universe, and that humans are particularly insignificant in the larger scheme of intergalactic existence.


Saturday, 7 April 2018

the black hand




the black hand

“And you will know him by his black hand and he will lead his flock in the night parade."

Saturday, 10 February 2018

The dark house 3



The dark house 3

“Bloody hell, it’s dark,” Joe murmured.

The intruders stood perfectly still in the hallway of the dark house, listening to the whispers of the old withered souls coming to life to brush past them.

“No–no–no, I’m not staying here,” Joe said flatly and turned to face the front door.
“The fucking door! It’s gone!” he shrieked.

The whispers grew louder, joining to form one voice. Finally, it was between them, at their shoulders, up close in their ears. Cold breath rushed inside their heads, drawing Joe and Des further apart from reality.

They fumbled for each other’s hands in the dark and held on tightly as the spectres of the dark house ushered the boys forward. And as the pair flew over the edge of madness together, their pneuma shot from their bodies.

Welcome to the dark house.

Saturday, 27 January 2018

The dark house 2



The dark house 2

They left their friend’s cherry farm some time in the middle of the afternoon and followed the quiet back roads up into the hills behind. Within an hour the sunny hot day turned foul as broiling black clouds rolled across the skies so fast that it took the city boys by surprise.

Joe and Des were caught in a sudden, violent electrical storm that whipped through the deserted country backblocks like nature gone mad.

The dark house was their salvation. Dripping wet and cowering from the wind, they ran onto the small porch at the front of the old place.

Neither noticed the faces that crowded at the windows, pale faces with white eyes and a gash where their mouths should have been.

Des shoved the front door open with his shoulder. The house sighed as they stepped over the threshold and the door closed behind them with the finality of a mausoleum slab.

Welcome to the dark house.

Thursday, 4 January 2018

The dark house




The dark house 1

In the dark house, pale faces crowd at the windows, white eyed, gashes where their mouths should be.

In the hallway the whispers of withered souls grow louder, forming one voice from the legion of many. A whirring hum, a drone, vibrates the floors and walls and ceilings, barely audible but enough to disturb your equilibrium.

“We are all here together,” the whisper hisses.

Unknown to you, there is no longer anything outside. The abandoned house, with its cracked and cobwebbed windows, spins through the neverness of an infinite black space, alone.

And inside. The rooms glow softly until at last you can see the phantasms of the house and its decaying, murder-red walls close in. The nauseous rot creates an imbalance in your psyche and you fly over the edge of madness.

Welcome to the dark house.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Me and my shadow



A huge nod of afterlife thanks to 'Jelly Roll' Morton (Ferdinand Joseph LaMothe) for the use of "Cannon Ball Blues" (now out of copying and in the Public Domain) that provides the glorious 1920s jazz ambience behind this track. 

Monday, 18 September 2017

What Detective Sergeant Dollboy saw in the car in the woods




"It disturbed Detective Sergeant Dollboy greatly.  It is something he will never forget.  Something that will stay with him forever."

Friday, 28 April 2017

He has a plan for us

 He has a plan for us

He has a plan for us - buy the ep on Bandcamp...
The Summoning - The Attraction - The Initiation - The Awakening
(click on the cover above to purchase the ep from Bandcamp)


“I am his servant, his creature, born when I drank from his cup, knowing as I drew the blade across that the blood from a careless kill would set him free; he has a plan for us.” 

By the sorcerer Gilbert from ‘Magister Diabolus’, 1555.


The Awakening


Friday, 10 March 2017

The Summoning


The rather fuzzy photos used in this were taken in Monk's Wood in East Sussex.
Strange place, curious paths, even more curious were some of the people walking them.