Weird nightmare last night which centred around finding out that Danielle Dax had died. This isn't a Chris Morris thing and I'm pretty sure she hasn't actually died but in dreamland this set off a frightening chain of events that are still disturbing the quiet edges of my consciousness. The dream centred around a sequence of news events that more or less treated her death as a Diana style mass-hysteria (It would be a great world), complete with Telegraph obituaries, Myspace tributes popping up like mushrooms, whole sections of the internet savaged with grief. Then... well, then the nightmares start, creeping away from understanding like a Ligotti story.
Now, I'm a fanboy of old, a stalker with no sense of direction and limited planning skills (frontal lobe damage) and still keep looking for new stuff - not yet heard the Unicazurn album which she's on, apparently - but I don't know where that came from...
Here's UnicaZurn...
And, before anyone says anything, I'm actually quite glad that Bat For Lashes took the ball and ran with it 30 years later. It's maybe not quite the same ball but if it's inspired a new breed of girls to start using bodypaint, chanting and odd orchestrations then...
30 years? Christ...
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