Faerie-glacial, slurfolk, moon-music, whatever... some of this album almost breaks itself apart in attempting to attune and this one, the last track on the album that eats itself, rejoins the tail of God Is Alice, Magic Is Afoot to the head, an odd hymn to the ouroroborous or the song cycle or perhaps to some hypnagogic lunar madness that Buffy had going on at the time... this reminds me of the kind of women who used to run bookshops on Glastonbury High Street; not the magical sprites and hippie Goddesses of Glastonbury now; these people were wrenched apart by magic; they had one good eye, clumps of hair missing, cauterised thumbs, blim-burned dresses and bad complexions... they spoke in language that was almost human, glossolalia with glottal stops, none of the sweet-smelling pansy-eyed grins you get there now. The old magick widows of Glastonbury were steeped in magic, burned by it; they could never be shopkeeps now, commerce would swallow them whole, sell their shopsouls for bad money, pull down the ornate piping of their shops and replace them with the signs and sigils of the Goddess Sue Ryder...
Wonder where those people are now, I guess they're still hiding out there somewhere wondering who the hell decided to sell whale music....
A Yousendit magickalanthemenon
PS.. anyone know if the Mr Allerton is Eugene Allerton from Queer? That's what it sounds like... the Yage / Love trip...
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thanks for the kind words.... i've listened to bits and bobs of EAR and Spectrum... not enough to make any commentary... the EAR stuff always sounded intriguing but i could never quite match the description with the sound, if you know what i mean... any recommendations?
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