Convened by The Guardian newspaper, and coinciding with the publication of Moore's short story collection, 'IIlluminations', this genial interview between author Alan Moore and comedian Stewart Lee explores the various stories within the book touching on recurring narative themes and strategies in Moore's writing as well as a quick discussion of the then unfinished 'The Great When', of authors, Arthur Machen, William Hope Hodgson, Alan Garner, M.R. James and Robert Aickman.
I'd previously avoided watching this because 'Illuminations' appeared during my long Covid doldrums and I never managed to read further than the first story and having now watched this I need to try again now that my brain is a bit clearer. There're a few conversations on YouTube between these two and they're all well worth a listen as they obviously greatly enjoy each others company and as ever this is both interesting and dare I say illuminating.
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Written by legendary Wyrd Britain screenwriter Brian Clemens - who really should have done better - 'Serenade for Dead Lovers' - the best song title Bauhaus never used - revolves around an old village hall, a 40 year old romance and, for seemingly absolutely no resaon at all, a dud German bomb. Travis and Connery do their best but there's too little here for them to really work with and what could have been a delicately poignant ghostly tale of love lost and found falls pretty flat.
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"I'm a doctor, but probably not the one you were expecting"
On 14th November 2013 - which also happened to be Paul McGann's 54th birthday - some seventeen and half years after he woke up in a New York morgue the 8th Doctor finally appeared on TV again just in time for the shows 50th anniversary and to regenerate into The War Doctor.
"Physician heal thyself"
Having not survived a crash from space when an attempted rescue goes awry, The Doctor is offered a chance to choose his next regeneration by the Sisterhood of Karn, who hadn't been seen in the series since the 4th Doctor serial 'The Brain of Morbius'. With a mind to stopping the 'Time War' between the Time Lords and the Daleks he chooses to shed the mantle of healer and instead become a warrior.
"Doctor no more."
It's always been such a shame that we got so few glimpses of McGann's Doctor - there's been a third since, where we discovered he's averse to wearing robes - but with a battery of Big Finish audios to his name and those few televised performances that show he's only got better as he's got older he remains the longest serving Doctor and the one most deserving of a revival.
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The video below is a short interview with Miller giving a brief overview of his life and work. For those of you who wish to delve deeper I can recommend this two part interview and discussion.
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On the 14th of November, Buried Treasure will be releasing, 'Leviathan Whispers' the deeply spiritual and majestically folkloric new album from Tim Hill.
From the press release:
Leviathan Whispers is an album of longings, laments, deleriums, and drones, both savage and sublime. Brass and woodwind instruments sing over and through autumnal netherlands, heralding ancient spirits and mysterious creatures. There are breaths, hums, and bone songs for shadows and flames to dance to.
Tim Hill is an inspirational figure within the UK arts, jazz, noise, and improv world. Since the 1980's he's operated as a shapeshitfing maverik, fearlessly exploring Britain's diverse musical traditions, from rough music to industrial folk, free jazz to dub, post-punk to avant-rock, incorporating electronics, hymn, noise and drone.
I've got to admit that, despite his formidable pedigree, Hill is new to me, but on the evidence of what I hear here, I need to rectify that.
The music, built using saxophones, tape loops, synths, woodwind and reed instruments, and with the assistance of Nurse With Wound's Colin Potter and drone maestro Jonathan Coleclough, maintains a deeply esoteric quality that exists in both the spiritual jazz realms of the likes of Pharoah Sanders or, more recently. Shabaka Hutchings and the mystical sidereality of the Blakeian Albion of the imagination expressed by the likes of Coil or Cyclobe. It's a fascinating combination, a uniquely British interpretation of spiritual jazz that's born from the hedgerows and holloways, and from standing stones and stories told, and it rewards deep, immersive listening that slowly reveal its more hermetical dimensions.
'Leviathan Whispers' will be released on "recycled and randomly coloured vinyl" and is available in stores from Friday 14th November.
Alternatively, preorders are currently being taken on the Buried Treasure Bandcamp here...
Additionally, to celebrate the launch, there will be a live performance and talk by Tim Hill on Sat, 15th Nov in the Victorian chapel beneath Royal Berks Hospital, Reading.
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Mark Valentine’s book-collecting began with classic supernatural and fantastic fiction and decadent poetry but soon included antiquities, folklore and the Arthurian legends. The first of these enthusiasms is reflected here in essays on Walter de la Mare, M.R. James, Arthur Machen, William Hope Hodgson and David Lindsay and on lesser-known modern ghost stories. There are also several essays on slim volumes of rare and strange verse.
He also explores the origins of the Red Lion inn sign, the enjoyable wanderings of 1930s antiquarians and ramblers, and the keen weather-watchers behind the irresistible title British Thunderstorms, Continuing Summer Thunderstorms. The author speculates on the secrets behind an interwar listing of obscure periodicals and on the odd finds at a village hall flea market. Readers will find in all these essays a delight in the obscurer byways and an engaging interest in the unlikeliest places
I'm a bit of a whim reader of non-fiction these days, I used to read lots but now, with very few exceptions, I rarely find myself picking up anything other than fiction. Those exceptions tend to be an occasional music study, a random curio and any and all of Mark Valentine's explorations of forgotten books and underappreciated authors, with intermittent digressions into the likes of pub signs and barometric observations.
'The Thunderstorm Collectors' is not the latest of Mark's collections from Tartarus Press, I still have that one waiting on my shelf. This one came out a year or so ago and got lost amidst my long-COVID malaise but is still available from the publisher as one of their lovely paperback editions.
I love these books although my bank balance is less keen as Mark guides us through a tantalising and often irresitable array of goodies interlaced with fascinating and typcally erudite examinations of those authors of more lasting reputations such as Walter de la Mare, Arthur Machen & William Hope Hodgson.
There's much to entice here and several things have, inevitably, been added to the wants list. Additionally, some of the most interesting pieces here are the ones dealing with Mark's love of ephemera and of the edges of his main focus as he takes us into various Earth mysteries, landscape records and the vagaries of collecting.
As ever, with Mark's books - both fiction and non - we heartily recommend this and suggest that those wishing to try out his work would be well advised to grab one of these fabulous collections and to check out his Wormwoodiana blog.
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Born 4 November 1951 in Hull, Yorkshire, England as Christine Carol Newby, in 1969 the redefined Cosey Fanni Tutti joined her then partner Genesis P-Orridge (Neil Megson) in the musical collective, COUM Transmissions, pushing them into a more performance art focus.
In the video below Cosey talks about COUM's time in Hull.
COUM reached their peak in 1976 with the 'Prostitution' installation at the ICA in London in a show that included images from Cosey's work in the sex industry and which got the group denounced in parliament as "Wreckers of Western civilisation", which they really should have put on a business card.
The demise of COUM following the ICA show meant a shift of focus back towards music in the company of Peter 'Sleazy' Christopherson and Chris Carter as Throbbing Gristle. Over the next six years TG's boundary and genre pushing music, imagery and performances instigated a new and ever expanding genre of music.
On the collapse of TG in 1981 the various members split initially in two, Genesis and Sleazy forming Psychic TV before the latter left to join John Balance in Coil, whilst Cosey and Chris formed Chris & Cosey and, since the turn of the millennium, Carter Tutti. In those guises the couple further developed the ideas they'd formulated as part of TG often incorporating pop and dance elements alongside the avant garde.
In 2017 Cosey, via Faber & Faber, published her autobiography, 'Art Sex Music', to significant acclaim and this was followed in 2022 by 'Re-Sisters: The Lives and Recordings of Delia Derbyshire, Margery Kempe and Cosey Fanni Tutti'.
The long interview below, dating from 2010, features Cosey in conversation about various aspects of her life, the tools she uses and about creativity in general. Slightly frustratingly, the music has been removed but it makes for fascinating listening and is a genuine pleasure to be invited, however briefly, into Cosey's world.
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West Country Tales was an early 80s BBC 2 series that, at least in it's first series, purportedly dramatised stories of encounters with the supernatural submitted by the public. Episode 2, aired on February 1st 1982, 'The Poacher' tells of the unnamed titular character's meeting with the God Pan in the wood where he plies his trade.
Told primarily - as is the rest of the series - via a narrator (Douglas Leech) with minimal dialogue from the on-screen cast, the Poacher (Dave Royal) walks us through a life spent wandering the fields, woods and rivers of his locale, often, but not exclusively, under the cover of darkness, he is shown as an independent and fair minded man atuned to the rhythms of the woods, never taking more than he needs - we witness his disgust at the wasteful pheasant shoot - and as a repository of old lore. When he meets the Wild God (Michael Venner) it's a meeting marked with the characteristic fear that a meeting with Pan induces and presented in an appropriately oneiric manner that changes the Poacher in the most profound of ways.
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Made famous by ghost hunter Harry Price, Borley Rectory in Essex which he described as 'the most haunted house in England' was an 1862 Gothic style rectory that he investigated and wrote two books about after various inabitants reported ghostly sightings including a phantom coach complete with headless coachman and a ghostly nun.
This documentary film, made by animator Ashley Thorpe, narrated by Julian Sands and featuring Reece Shearsmith as Daily Mirror reporter 'V.C. Wall' and Jonathan Rigby as 'Harry Price', is a stylish melding of actor and animator with the cast playing their parts before a green screen with the house and it's associated shenanigans build around them later. It's a bit too long and as a result a tad dull and the cast, being filmed out of context, often engage in some pretty hammy acting with everything feeling quite static, but it looks stunning and is an obvious labour of love and as such, well worth a watch.
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Written by Jacquetta Hawkes, filmed by Ken Russell and with commentary by Tony Church, this fabulous little film was one of 21 that Russell made for the fortnightly BBC arts programme 'Monitor' between 1959 and 1962.
The entirely fascinating Hawkes - the first woman to read for the Archeology & Anthropology degree at the University of Cambridge, co-founder of CND, gay rights campaigner & wife of novelist J.B. Priestly - provides a text that is as cutting as it is blunt, that satirises both the language and assumptions of her own disciplines and the cosy absurdities and consumerist excesses of British life in the early 1960s.
Following an undisclosed apocalypse that, in 1962, decimated Britain, the film is told from the perspective of a future archaeological team examining the finds an earlier team left scattered on a beach after their deaths. As the narrator comments, interprets, and invents uses and meanings, the camera roams from object to object, lingering briefly on each so that we can appreciate the incongruity of it's setting, the mundanity of the thing and the bleak humour in the description.
Looking very much like an early set design for the later Spike Milligan and John Antrobus' post-apocalyptic satirical black comedy 'The Bed Sitting Room' while walking a similiar path, 'The Lonely Shore" presents a gently biting satire on the time it was made that still feels worryingly apposite today.
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I first encountered the work of Leonora Carrington a couple of years ago in Desmond Morris' book 'The British Surrealists' and I was both blown away by what I saw and stunned that I hadn't heard of her before so I needed to rectify that asap, but circumstances conspired to keep this book on my shelf for the next while, unread beyond a few thumbs through to admire the pretties.
Carrington was born on 6th April 1917 in Clayton Green nr Chorley, South Lancashire, to a rich industrial family and raised, mostly, in a country manor in Cockerham nr Lancaster. Dyslexic, ambidextrous and fiercely independent she was expelled from a number of schools until, against her parent's wishes, she enrolled in a London Art school where, following the June 1936 London International Surrealist Exhibition, Carrington became besotted with, first the art of and then the person of, Max Ernst, soon relocating with him to Paris and being disowned by her parents in the process.
In Paris she was immersed at the very heart of the Surrealist Movement where her artistic prowess was celebrated. Seperated from Ernst during the war she left France for Spain where she was hospitalised with mental health issues before fleeing war-torn Europe from New York and then, in 1943, to Mexico where she was to spend the rest of her life.
It was in Mexico that Carrington's art was to find it's true focus. Inspired by the indigenous peoples grip on their magical traditions and it's interweaving with Catholicism which, combined with her own long established occult interests fostered by a mother and grandmother steeped in Irish mythology and a long standing love of James Stephens' folkloric novel 'The Crock of Gold', allowed her imagination to flourish. She took these influences, her love of the culinary - a love often expressed in a uniquely surrealist manner - and her feminist ideals and melded them to express her own darkly romantic, often whimsical and always visionary artistry.
In her monograph Susan Aberth provides a wealth of fascinating biograpical information and much insightful commentary on the work highlighting how Carrington's personal friendships and her obsessions were expressed. The text does come to a rather jarring close when the artist arries in her later years, which was a shame as advancing age was a celebrated feature of Carrington's later work, most notably in her novel, 'The Hearing Trumpet' of which we hear not a peep. The monograph's true focus though is where it should be and the book is crammed throughout with beautifully reproduced and often full page images that allow one to to lose hours in it's pages and provides a suitable testimonial to an artist who followed her own idiosyncratic path.
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The first Quatermass BBC TV serial, 'The Quatermass Experiment', shown in 1953, was a phenomenon with five million people tuning in to watch the final episode. This second series ran for six half-hour(ish) episodes in the prime 8pm Saturday slot from 22 October to 26 November and benefitted from the wider availability of televisions with some 9 million people watching the sixth episode.
Professor Bernard Quatermass (John Robinson), head of The British Experimental Rocket Group, reeling from the failure of his latest rocket tests becomes embroiled in an investigation into the appearance of meteorites falling near to where the town of Winnerden Flats has been bulldozed and replaced with a heavily guarded chemical plant.
Like the later Hammer movie version 'Quatermass II' has long been considered the poor relation amongst the various productions, but its impact far outweighs the respect it's given especially in regard to how often shows like Doctor Who ('Spearhead From Space') mined it for ideas. Bernard Quatermass has always been Nigel Kneale's avatar and in his layered allegorical script Kneale comments on post war (re)development, short sighted greed, the inexorable rise of technology, the dehumanising impact of industry and intractable bureaucracy.
Broadcast live, with extra pre-filmed scenes edited in, it suffers from the problems you'd expect - stumbled over lines (especially from Robinson, a last minute replacement as the Professor following the death of Reginald Tate), and lots of emoting while staring enigmatically off camera and it's always funny watching the actors freeze in place at the end of each episode as the credits roll, but it's a glorious achievement that's often surprisingly brutal but shot through with Kneale's dark optimism for the power of science to save us whether we want it to or not.
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For a decade or two from the end of the 90s through the 2010s I was an avid subscriber to The Wire magazine, eagerly pouring each month over descriptions of beautifully obtuse and brilliantly obscure music. That magazine - which I became besotted with after spotting Lydia Lunch staring at me from the cover of issue 173 on the shelves of a small provincial newsagent - cost me a fortune in CDs but my god I got to hear some tunes and one of their writers most responsible for syphoning my bank acount was David Keenan.
'Volcanic Tongue', named after the record shop he ran with his partner, pedal steel guitarist and sound artist Heather Leigh, in Glasgow from 2005-2015, is a collection of articles, interviews, primers and portraits mostly taken from The Wire, that provide an extended snapshot of outsider music of the '90s, '00s & '10s and of it's heritage. Through it's pages we catch Coil in '98 at the release of 'Time Machines', Einstürzende Neubauten in '04 in the wake of 'Perpetuum Mobile', the Klangbad Faust contingent in '03, Shirley Collins on the release of 'Lodestar' in 16, Carter-Tutti in '15 with a new name and with Cosey about to find a whole new audience with her autobiography and there are two very funny interviews with The Dead C on tour in Europe in '13 and with Marshall Allen waxing about the cosmic centrality of Sun Ra in '15. These are paired with a trio of 'Invisible Jukebox' sessions - always my favourite section in the magazine - where songs are played, sight unseen, to a musician, in these instances to Eugene Chadbourne, Glenn Jones and Kevin Shields along with some 'Primers' on Noise Music, Sonic Youth, John Fahey, and Kosmische Musik.
I've been dipping in and out of this book for a few months now and truthfully there are still some chapters I've yet to read - there's even more in there that I haven't mentioned - but I'm at the point where I needed to share this with you all. Keenan was always a very personable and engaging writer that seemed to get the best out of his interviewees and could cut to the core of his subjects and as such anyone with even a vague interest in the outer fringes of music will find much of interest here and an interesting companion piece to his essential exploration of the post industrial underground, 'England's Hidden Reverse'.
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For those of you in or around Bangor, North Wales, this Saturday 25th October, the folks behind the beautifully named Abertoir Horror Festival (it's based in Aberystwyth) are hosting an event at Pontio, Bangor University’s arts and innovation centre, to celebrate the 50th Anniversary of the first Welsh language horror film 'Gwaed ar y Sêr' (Blood on the Stars).
From the website: "To celebrate 50 years since Shadrach and the youngsters of Gruglon caused chaos in rural Wales, Storiel, in partnership with Pontio and Abertoir Horror Festival, presents a special evening with filmmaker Wil Aaron, a key figure in launching the Welsh Film Board."
The talk will be in Welsh with English translation provided.
Following the talk there will be a showing of 'Gwaed ar y Sêr' along with Aaron's later film 'O’r Ddaear Hen' (From the Old Earth).
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Presented by Nigel Planer - who also did the Prog and Metal episodes of this series - Psychedelic Britannia tells the story of the years 1965 to 1970 as a group of bohemians led the charge to slowly psychedelicise Britain.
Obviously, it's the musicians that are prioritised here and there's some great old footage of, and new and archive interviews with members of Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Small Faces, Procol Harum, Soft Machine, The Incredible String Band, Vashti Bunyan, Arthur Brown and a host of others. The story tells of the move from R&B into more expansive territory, in part, due to the arrival of LSD and, in part due to a break from the rigid strictures of post-war Britain where the return to normality had begun to feel decidely restrictive and many were looking for new ways of life.
Beyond the musicians there's some fabulous old footage here of the likes of Granny Take a Trip, International Times, the UFO Club and the Alexandra Palace 14 Hour Technicolour Dream with commentary by those who were behind them and patronising them. It makes for a rather lovely glimpse of a unique and brief moment in British life before the optimism tarnished and the colours faded.
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