In the Heart of the Woods

In Somerset, the woods get you. The villages are just blips, blots on the landscape, getting in the way of the Ley pilgrims. Take a car into the hart of the woods and slow it right down to a pulse and turn off all the lights so you're just crawling along at walking speed (feels like floating) and you'll see and hear them, Baphoment-fronted skullduggers hanging around for the solstice, tugging at their wash n go locks and bitching about purple robes that fade to lilac in even Hand Wash settings.



The woods drag them in, heavy with goats and deerheads, setting their flaming torches in amongst the trees (these people seem immune to even the basic Health and Safety / Countryside code initiatives). They might be chartered surveyors or Do It All shop-stewards in their day jobs but at night they call themselves Owl names and dance around the trees, imagining that the lard-arses in front of them are satyrs and nymphs, hearing hooves rather than club-feet, singing old Current 93 covers and throwing wood-chip runes.

Current 93 - In the Heart of the Wood

This is one of the more pastoral Current 93 tracks and has more than a touch of "Rohhhbin...the Hooded Man" about it but, as ever with Current 93, it exists in a creepy half-light that makes it ideal for a Weekend's witch-hunting or the setting of boar traps.