THE SCURVY DEEPS

Arrr, and welcome to the Scurvy Deeps, mates.  Today we're listening to some LEVIATHAN on the turn-table, that's right.


 


in particular their I mean his
uber rare vinyl-only (at the time)
2005 release A SILHOUETTE
IN SPLINTERS, LP album cover
depicted above (with a die hard
candy red vinyl that looks like
blood if it were suspended
beneath ocean waves while 
transfixed by a shaft of sunlight). 

The music itself delves far deeper
than that until it's descended to 
a highly pressurized realm of
sonic pings and distant echoes
crashing off the shores of mad
ness buried under old sand
driven dunes occupied by
chromataphore lit cephalopods
undulating their tentacles slow
as the funereal and dirge like
dark ambient music unfolds
around you like a diver's bell
dropping beneath the plates of hell.   

I've always enjoyed listening to this album regardless of the time of day or month or season.  I've come to appreciate its subtle dynamics all the more over the years as I begin to hear more emerge from its lightless configurations in a gradual gyrational mutation twisting into new flowering shapes budding up out of the inky darkness of the soul and out pouring through our eyes and mouths as we're taken down to the ultimate conclusion remaining: that of our burial at sea. 

 

Just push PLAY on the YouTube video above featuring all forty-eight minutes of this luscious masterwork of ambient music.  An album even Brian Eno would appreciate, for all its dark evocations as well as for the instrumentation provided, even the simplest bass lines add a dimension of haunting space which helps coalesce the bigger picture the songs on this album sonically depict.

The label Moribund Cult reissued this on CD in 2008, I'd wager even that item remains rare today. For three years at least I enjoyed my vinyl-only album rendering it for a brief spell one of the truly kvlt items from my catalog of blackened wax.   Until next time, I bid you not to drown in adieu ~

People, Hell, and Angels

 


I've been spinning my 2LP  2013   debut release posthumous album from Jimi Hendrix, People, Hell, and Angels.   Hearing the rich sounds of immaculate blues rock and roll music emerge from my speakers has me amazed at the thought this may have been the very best release that year but for the life of most of us, who would get the opportunity to find out?  Those who deserve it (must be the only reasonable answer in a world gone mad from disproportional memefication to the point of proliferating its circumstantial virus through every lock and keyhole in the land).  Who's Jimi Hendrix, some of you submillenials may ask?  He's the mythic lead singer of the band Jimi Eat World.  Did you know he owned the largest occult book collection in the world, before his Lord and Master took his soul in good standing as per the deal at the crossroads.   It's true he lived in Anton Levay's castle, out on the fringes of Northampton.  He was also the folk singer (as they referred to his type back in the day) who turned the Beatles on to acid and taught Bob Dylan how to sing and play the guitar.  Not many people know this, today.  That's why I'm here to tell you, straight up, how it all went down, my friends. Back when Jimi Eat World were at the height of their popularity--in the early 90's--when Sinead O'Connor was the uncrowned Queen of Scotland and no one even knew who Forrest Whitaker was.   Those were the days some of us still around who survived them recall dimly through a haze induced by smoking powdered Kool-Aid, I'm afraid.  Very afraid, to tell you the truth, because I don't see how anything beautiful's going to survive intact as we traipse our way forward from here.  Hey Gypsy Boy, why'd you shoot your woman down?  It's alright, Ma, I'm Only Bleeding.   And if you want to bleed, just bleed.   Speaking of Skeleton Tree--that's the other magnificent release of these late lost years quickly being pulled along a gravitational conveyor belt only to disappear into an expanding black hole.


From Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds comes the sixteenth album, this year's Skeleton Tree, as desolate and stripped down sounding foray into lonely madness as I've ever had the consolation to listen to. The entire fucking album is available to listen to for free on YouTube, right here.

  

This album arrived in its pristine vinyl format to my household just the other day like a scared and lonely crow swept down wings upraised having given up to alight on the flat wrought iron hand rail on my front porch.  It seemed to regard me balefully from within it's high sheen exterior packaging. I've invited it in since to join up with its other vinyl  friends and together we often throw a party.  Turn out all the lights in the house once night falls and light a solitary candle in honor of the dead.   ★

EVERYTHING BLEEDS

Do you know my name? Do you know what I've shared? Do you think I'm lost? 
Do you think I care? Everything bleeds. 
Everything bleeds, Gary Numan sings on his twenty-thirteen album, 
SPLINTER, Songs From A Broken Mind.  

 

Today at the 9th & 9th St. Fair, we stumbled into a Barber Shop where Graywhale had set up a booth selling vinyl records for up to 70% off.  Sure enough, I scored this latest Gary Numan album, which came out three years ago and I never sprang for.  Today for just ten dollars I couldn't pass it up, and it's playing now on my turntable.  I'd heard a few of the songs on mp3s and was digging the style and feel of the approach this latest incarnation of Numan takes down it's own dark and twisted little  alleway.  Now that the profound anguished beats of this record are having their opportunity to escape from my speakers into the house, I'm really pleased with the sound of this record.  This is some kind of post -everything album, merging such a wide disarray of post -Industrial gothic sounds together that all you gotta do is turn out all the lights, sit back and enjoy.  It's a sort of desolate crumbling underground apocalyptic opera detailing the disintegration of a life, or something along those lines. I can tell I'm going to like getting to know this sick and twisted concept album from Gary Numan. I can't believe three years have already passed since it was released.  We're reeling around the Sun still and it's beginning to feel like we're losing control and going to crash.