Tuesdays

Necrofuturist Salon Episode 31 – into our lustrous resting place

by P. Emerson Williams January 31, 2012 Tuesdays

Seraphic surveillance eyes above you emanate reaction in sudden waves, realization sanitized, fatality, renewal, being, loss, in hoary divisions thrown into hysteria. Not you. You resist a smile, though the laughter rings out in the dawn beyond the walls. Being sure serves and affects a gratifying past. It has helped you in your efforts no end. Grinding down forthright in your winding sheet, to be alive, still marked from first to last you Steal the offering wearing a shroud in action. We’ll shatter the foundation of your mendacity with deception. The more you give up, the more harrowing the terror.

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Necrofuturist Salon 30 – Lies Dead But Creaming

by P. Emerson Williams January 10, 2012 Tuesdays

They worshipped, so they said, the Great Old Goths who lived ages before there was any Topshop or Hot Topic, and who came to the music world out of the sky. These Old Goths were gone now inside the earth and under the sea; but their undead bodies had emitted their secretions in creams to [...]

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Hypnagothique – Skin & Bones Vol.1 & 2

by P. Emerson Williams December 20, 2011 Tuesdays

In every episode of Hypnagothique Dj Vrhovny gets conceptual and brings us musical variations on a theme. Today’s double header is all about Click Click.

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Necrofuturist Salon Episode 28 – Neurotics, Surrealists and Obsessives

by P. Emerson Williams December 13, 2011 Tuesdays

Joining us from between space are Henry Miller who gives us his thoughts on many topics and Andy Warhol, who paces the room while voicing agreement or non-agreement with what Henry Miller is saying. Other spectral presences can be felt and heard throughout.

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The John Zewizz Show – 3rd Video Edition

by P. Emerson Williams November 29, 2011 Tuesdays

Earlier this month SLEEPCHAMBER marked their 30th anniversary with a party that went on all day and through the night, concluding 23 hours after it began. What John Zewizz shares with us here are impressionistic moments captured by some of those present. John gives us a few thoughts on the past, present and future and recording in the early days.

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Necrofuturist Salon Episode 27 – Dissociative Modifications

by P. Emerson Williams November 22, 2011 Other People

The symbolism surrounding Lady P. Emerson is so blatant that one might wonder if it’s all a sick joke. Necrofuturist symbolism is becoming so clear that analizes like this one becomes a simple exercise of pointing out the obvious. His whole persona (whether its an act or not) is a tribute to mind control, where being vacuous, incoherent and absent minded becomes a fashionable thing.

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Hypnagothique – Blackened Edition Vol.4

by P. Emerson Williams November 15, 2011 Tuesdays

Into the the fiery depths thy guide DJ Vrhovny bring thou, the blackness growing ever deeper until it feels as palpable as the embrace of a an amorphous, quilled Beast. The acrid smoke begins to vibrate and the sounds of the tormented grow in volume. In the grip of these sounds flames thou shalt see, and wailings smite thine ear: So that all trembling close thou crouch’d thy limbs, And then distinguish’d, unperceiv’d before, by the dread torments that on every side draw nearer, how thy downward course we wound.

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Necrofuturist Episode 26 – The Past is Dead

by P. Emerson Williams November 8, 2011 Tuesdays

In this time when you can feel the quickening of a new beginning
Even as all you see is dead
And the heat of the flames before you
make you grateful for the freezing moon outside
The past is dead, the future is now
Shooting past you, receding into the distance
The darkening day – necro
The pale, feeble first light of dawn – futurist

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Necrofuturist Episode 25 – You Can Hear the Barbarous Names

by P. Emerson Williams October 25, 2011 Tuesdays

When the blackest night folds you in it embrace
And the boundless fear slips its icy fingers into your very heart
You recall that moment the glassy faces of the beautiful club denizens
Took on the aspect of demonic leers, grinning back at you through ectoplasmic sweat
The future is dead, you thought as you looked into eyes like abysses

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