English Heretic

"We listened, sideways up, by the star-dogged moon...."

The Wyrd Tales album by the eccentric English Heretic stable is keeping train journeys sane at the moment; it's an odd, almost startling, piece of evil whimsy; taking Hauntology at it's literal word, seeing nasty faeries and ancient rites everywhere. It's similar in places to Moon Wiring Club but with the hip hop replaced by shiny little tambourine shakes and processed churns. I like the fact that despite the very explicit occult leanings, it doesn't always go where you expect it to - the music is often freakishly upbeat and, well, happy as a naked butcher, pretending to be a witch. No Lustmord demons here; this is savagery before the sun goes down, while it's still filtering through the trees, making leaves into fractals. And I like that it's unafraid to be silly. This is the Devil's work, no doubt, but it's also music for the devil worshippers who are worrying whether their robes are truly colorfast...

And it makes the trawl through Pewsey a delicate, occult experience...

Recommended. Though I'm not so keen on the accompanying book, or at least the stories in it. Still, a box of some delight.


From The Wytch Machine...