A Week of Fucked-up film and more ...

Tumbleweeds will not roll over this space, despite the absence of weekly My Castle of Quiet broadcasts. This blog existed before the radio show, and it was my enthusiasm and "branding" expressed here (with the acknowledgment that the latter, quoted term is a simply terrible word) that led up to my radio shenanigans in the first place.

Music first; three fire-hot, new releases graced our program last week, two on the Texas-based  Out-Of-Body Records; the new tape and digital album by Compactor, a festival of fuzzed-out beats, to enrapture your mind and challenge the elasticity of your neckbone, and the vision-questy clickfest Psychosexual Spiritual by house favorite OPPONENTS (Telepathic Times full LP by OPPONENTS drops next month on Prison Tatt, and promises to be a landmark release for both artist and label.)

The third new release worthy of singing about is a piece of 7" vinyl that finally brings together two of my favorite grind bands currently strafing the globe, The Kill (from Melbourne, Australia) and The Communion (their Prison Tatt one-sided LP, A Desired Level of Unease, is almost sold out from the label, with 4-5 copies remaining.) EP available on Fat Ass Records out of Poland.

With the understanding that I still love my metal, but am also effervescing over some lighter stuff as well these days, the great Desire Records, from Île-de-France, has released a swell compilation of neo-darkwave tracks by artists that will put you firmly back in the era of angular haircuts, b&w-photo heroin chic and films like Christiane F. and Luc Besson's Subway. Excessively retro? Without a doubt. A good overall listen, that features some great songs, which will assure you that the Dominatrix does in fact sleep tonight? Absolutely, yes. The highlight, without a doubt for me, is Linea Aspera's "Attica", with its "you're never gonna let me sleep" refrain. You may buy the reissued LP (300 press) from Desire, or stream / download the whole album at the embed below. >Desire Records' Twitter feed<


The second musical milestone I'd like to share here is the soundtrack to The Taint, a film that Todd Watson insisted I see, a labour-of-love gorefest of exploding cocks, crushed heads, funny dialogue and clever visual ideas. Director Drew Bolduc has an elaborate page of Taint-related merch to sell; love the t-shirts, posters and hand-painted, one-of-a-kind VHS editions (!), and the score m4a download is a steal, at a mere $5. Again we're back in 80s analog territory, this time mostly instrumental, with some very cool melodies/themes, and well worth checking out, especially if you're married to things like John Carpenter's score for Assault on Precinct 13 (which I am), and/or you love the overall sound, but the vocals on the previous embed make you cringe.
My friend Tracy Widdess, who also co-hosted our last weekly broadcast, stuck around for the week, sharing with me some amazing films, a few I didn't know existed, and some others I'd always wanted to see. She has incredible access, via a closed-server, online film-fanatic community, where just about anything you could think of from decades past is likely available.

First up, a riotously debauched sin-fest of a movie, the Swedish Breaking Point, from the same director that brought us the unforgettable Thriller: A Cruel Picture. Over-archingly better, depending on your need for female or male protagonists / antagonists, Breaking Point is the story of man who, at least temporarily, loses all touch with any sense of socially acceptable "moral" behavior, raping random women and hitchhikers, killing cops and mobsters, even hiding his cum-load in a sexy co-workers' morning coffee. Taken with more than a few grains of salt, it's the proverbial "wild ride," placed somewhere between drama and intense, unbelievable male fantasy.

Next, and very highly recommended, is Death Bed - The Bed That Eats, which I admittedly resisted for years, as the title and premise just seemed so ridiculous, but boy-oh-boy was I wrong! The 'net-wide lambasting of this film as "the worst film ever made" is completely unfair and unwarranted, especially with unintentionally appealing, artless fumbles like The Room out there. ... A voracious, evil entity, borne of a demon's tears (!) lives inside an antique bed, devouring any and all consumables that set upon its mattress—humans especially, in addition to the woebegone 70s "bucket" of chicken, bottles of wine, dogs, and of course the occasional necessary dose of pepto. While this may still sound silly, the film is a visual treat; colorful, dark and eerie all at once, with the added plus of a narrator—the departed spirit of a thinly veiled Aubrey Beardsley, trapped behind a painting, the death bed's eternal and snidely unwilling companion. The overall mood and visual palate of Death Bed - The Bed That Eats will bring to mind classic 70s films like Equinox and the Jean Rollin vampire features.

Next up, a film I'd been waiting years to see, the Japanese head-scratcher Violated Angels (1967; see screen capture up top), by director Kôji Wakamatsu, known, amongst other titles, for Go, Go Second Time Virgin, a film readily available on DVD, but in my view a lesser work. ...Angels uses the 1966 Richard Speck case as its jumping-off point—a nurses dormitory under siege from a single male antagonist, hell-bent on murder with no rhyme or reason—and reimagines those basic facts in a decidedly Japanese fashion, with shocking murders, minimal dialogue, pregnant, impressionistic pauses and image collage, and leaps back and forth from color to black and white. This man is tormented by beautiful women, we never find out exactly why, as almost nothing is explained or delineated, and the film itself is framed at beginning and end in still images of Japan's political unrest of the time. A triumph of understated Japanese exploitation film, up there with things like Naked Pursuit.

Lastly (though Tracy and I watched a great deal more, and I'm cherry picking here, by necessity) comes two great, disparate works of cinema by director Jerzy Skolimowski—The Shout, a creepy, surreal tale of two parallel events—a cricket match on a hot Summer's day, and a weird, Bergman-esque power struggle at a country cottage between a sound artist (played by John Hurt), his wife, and a most-unwelcome and mysterious traveler, played to the very hilt by the great Alan Bates. Also by Skolimowski, the fantastic Deep End, a colorful, raucous sex comedy / tragedy, perhaps most famous amongst music fans for including the song "Mother Sky" by Can. I can't even begin to describe the rich palette, fast-paced dialogue, and hilarious scenarios that fill this film almost to the point of bursting, its situations all too funny and its tragedies all too real. Deep End is a cinematic masterpiece, and in an ideal world, should be as heralded as any great British-made film of the time, from O Lucky Man! to 2001: A Space Odyssey. That Deep End is not available on Region 1 DVD is nothing short of criminal.

For now, I leave you with this. My dear friend Doris, from Vienna, slicing a decidedly phallic obelisk with a Samurai sword. Gentlemen, cross your legs!

Let the blood-letting begin!

"For although Nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass." —H.P. Lovecraft, from The Outsider

"Through the grease-streaked windows of an all-night café, we watched the arrested get taken away; and the flickering neon stands ready to fuse, the wind blows away all of yesterday's news ... you're Better Off Dead if you haven't yet died ..." —Bernie Taupin

"Asteroooooiiiiiddd...coming in from the void!" —Jaz Coleman

Call it a healthy sense of self-hatred, but don't call it negative. At almost 49, an age where you're "better off dead," my impish, playboy youth, and happy-husband years all behind me, it's time to bash that ego in the back brain with a shovel, and wake up sometime later, dust myself off, and figure out what the fuck the next goddamn thing is going to be.

The playlist comments last night were overwhelming, a flood of heartfelt goodbyes, uproarious praise, and hopes for the future. It's very gratifying to know that, as listener blee put it, "MCoQ is an amazing labor of love, the time you put into this program really does shine." Yep, it is, I do, and it does, so thanks for that. Every time I get that feeling that my life has been a miserable waste (happens less and less as I get older, btw) I'll look at this playlist page of comments, and remember.

Nothing lasts forever, and nothing deeply fulfilling is designed to last very long at all, not without growing, changing, becoming something else. You wouldn't appreciate it if it did. Or at least I wouldn't.

And so it was. ...

Psychic Limb crackled the air and fissured the earth with their mighty and succinct blast of a performance, and I couldn't ask for a more apropos guest for what I wanted to be a brief, yet impassioned, good-bye.

Thanks again to the band, and to everyone who commented on their set, wished me well, etc. I'll be soaking up the appreciation for years to come, be assured. ... We needn't stand on the pier too long; one of my goals for the future is to keep posts here more to the point, less head-scratchy and belabored. Besides, I'll be back sooner than expected, with two fill-in shows for Evan "Funk" Davies on July 3rd and 10th, 9 p.m.-midnight ET.

Watch this space for more information on those upcoming programs, as well as my other activities. And please remember, you can always contact me with comments, friendly hellos, music and film inquiries, whatever, at castle@wfmu.org.

Thanks for listening; you've made the show what it is, for art without an audience, especially on radio, just floats without a base station, and the Castleheads have been the most appreciative and generous landing field a creative person could ever ask for. Huge thanks to all the great musical guests and co-hosts who've adorned the My Castle of Quiet airwaves with their presence, talents, and good humor. Very special thanks to Frank Henenlotter! I'll be putting up direct links to all the Castle live sessions and other special programming here eventually. ...It's a solid four-year body of work, and I'm proud; 195 shows, all archived at that link three or four lines above, thanks to the good people at WFMU.

Click on the end card up top, to reach the archived audio, playlist and comments for last night's full-stop horrorcast™. The devil rides out, for now, and will be back before you or I know it.

TONIGHT! My Castle of Quiet FINALE, with PSYCHIC LIMB, live! ...and special guest co-host Tracy Widdess!!

Hearing Psychic Limb's "Queens" (2011) is nothing short of a grind revelation, like the first time one hears Circle of Dead Children's The Genocide Machine, or Pig Destroyer's Terrifyer. The record is a sonic rollercoaster, pulling you forward in a thrill-ride of shameless intensity and gutsy human energy, a musical trip akin to poring through your first Bukowski novel. This band has flawless chops, and great songs to spare.

A live Psychic Limb appearance on My Castle of Quiet has been long in the discussion phase, almost didn't happen, but as fortune would have it, the band will be guesting on the last-ever MCoQ weekly broadcast, and I couldn't be happier to have a band of such great prowess escort our four-year run off of WFMU's weekly airwaves.

Also THRILLED to announce that MCoQ ultra-supporter Tracy Widdess, one of my dearest, closest friends, flew from NJ from BC to co-host the last show with me. Over the years, Tracy has contributed much music to show (she turned me on to Haare, for example) and has done almost all of the amazing photo-manipulations for the live-music posts. She also knitted my custom goat-demon mask, which I wore at the 2010 WFMU Hoof 'n' Mouth gathering. Here's her site, Brutal Knitting.

That gorgeous flyer, up top, designed by Casey Moore of Psychic Limb.

I endure the excruciating transformation from man into lycanthrope, one last time before being riddled with silver bullets, @ 12 midnight.
PL @ 12:30 a.m. approx.
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in Rockland County @ 91.9 FM
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Wm., your contributions to the station are so vital. Irreplaceable in my opinion. ... Don't go!!!!!!!!!!! ... A TOAST... TO WM, YOU DARKEN OUR NIGHTS.

Bad-da-ba deet-dat-doot-dat da-doot-doot. ...

Man, I should quit every week! The playlist was as lively as the cheap seats at Yankee stadium, people throwing shit, and hollering—my "obituary," as listener blee put it. A roast, minus the faux-insults. Thanks! I have always thoroughly enjoyed the accu-playlist comments, and the ensuing discourse. Every show should be a party, an interaction—this is my "getting out of the house," after all; an interaction where I'm at my very best—controlling the music, at the helm, relaxed, confident and overall, enthused. I really cannot thank all the My Castle of Quiet listeners who've supported the show over the years enough; a Castle, though still a Castle, can be a very lonely place if empty...the Lord just mopes on his throne. So thanks again for making my castle a very full one.

One other thing I was reflecting upon; the position has afforded me revived friendships with the two broadcasters I was sandwiched between, Dave the Spazz and Stan, both very true-blue music lovers whom I go way back with, and who approach their art and express their enthusiasm in the most contrasting of ways. Will miss those guys!

WFMU is such a rare place, and at this point has been such an enormous part of my life—a rag-tag home for misfit, hardcore music lovers, all given the amazing opportunity of unfettered self-expression with very few limitations—WFMU is a box of perpetually hot matches, bright and lively. ... I knew not when I knocked on that door in the basement of Froeberg Hall in the Summer of 1983, how my experience would be shaped and propelled by integration into this amoebic, gutsy and thriving organization.

Anyway, my third home (San Francisco being the second) calls to me always, and I hope to return in the not-too-distant future, with yet another artistic metamorphosis, so please stay tuned! I'm happy to report that the Thursday / Friday midnight-3 a.m. slot will be taken over by Professor Dum Dum's Lab, a great, unpredictable show that always challenges radio convention, and reveals its layers of cleverness the more one listens. Cheers, Professor!

At this point, I'm wheeling out the favorites–High Tide, Sabbath, Lugubrum, Alberich (playing tonight at Saint Vitus in Brooklyn!), and Voids (aka Decoy Jews)... Many more Castle "hits" to come next week, and so many more I won't get to, but have been paid severe homage in the program's solid, four-year run. All the archives for MCoQ will remain online @ wfmu.org, in addition to 30 some-odd fill-in shows dating back to 2001, all available here.

If this week was the obit, next week's show will be the funeral, the corpse's adornment and (un)holy burning, with mighty live guests Psychic Limb. Can't wait. An epic throwing down of arms, but as the great phoenix, I will again rise, bla fucking bla...as Sam Kinison once put it, in reference to Christ's resurrection, "Ahhh! The dead LIVE, the DEAD FUCKING LIVE!!!."

Click on the inscrutable, telekinetic child, Monkey, from Andrei Tarkovsky's Stalker, to reach the archived audio, playlist and comments for last night's penultimate horrorcast™.

Chamber music for the black plague.

Subject: Wm. M. Berger
Age: Depressed 19-year-old
Actual age: Subject feels old and tired, like he has lived too long, seen too much. Somehow commands a measure of respect and admiration through his many creative projects.

Yeah, so I let it slip out last night that the My Castle of Quiet radio show on WFMU will be ending, at the very least for WFMU's next schedule, to start June 10. The last thing I want to do is make a big deal out of it, or provide a litany of reasons like it's some important plate-shifting occurrence or something. That said, MCoQ radio has meant a lot to a lot of people, myself included of course, and I feel I owe it to the listeners to at least make clear that the show as we've come to know it will NOT return, though I myself will return to WFMU, or at least that's the plan. My personal taste has changed pretty dramatically over my decades-long association with the station, so this won't come as too much of a surprise to the people and listeners who know me well.

During my initial tenure with WFMU (1984-1999), the show went from being a Barrett/Ayers/Minutemen/Meat Puppets love fest, to a deep house and dancefloor monotony show, to a hard drones and Krautrock doper-pie. Those are the big chunks, with a lot of room for variation in between.

For the last four years I have been WFMU's "black metal and noise" guy, and I've loved giving a voice to a community that has never had a huge presence on terrestrial radio (with the notable exception of some great KFJC programs), and in the NY area, no less. I've tried to make that presence HUGE, with continual live appearances by some of the genres' most important artists, and exclusive content, and then there was that great Frank Henenlotter interview that I'll never forget.

As a coda to the show, I'll be recording live sets in July with the great Québécois band Verglas (!!!!) and the Black Twilight Circle 2013 tour, their third time on the East Coast, this time with Volahn, Ashdautas, Bilirubin and Blue Hummingbird on the Left. These performances will be aired as my schedule allows, and as fill-ins are offered by my WFMU colleagues, the sets also posting on WFMU's Web portals.

Why end it, you may ask? The big answers are personal ones; family obligation, and my general state of mind, typically held together with string and chewing gum, and crying out for maintenance. I need to pull myself into the new era of being myself, YET ANOTHER "FINAL ASCENSION," a responsible adult who is not awake and entertaining people at 3 a.m. on a Thursday night/Friday morning, as sad as that may seem to some. The smaller answers are a shift in tastes, away from ultra-confrontational music into elemental / analog electronics, Krautrock, 70s progressive rock, and inspired improvised music—so really, upon its return, the reconstructed Castle, which may in fact be completely re-titled after all, will not be so much strikingly different, as much as leaning more "that way" than "this way," the new filter allowing for some other sounds and feelings to pass through, and a few to be stopped at the sieve-hole. If you've been attuned to the content of the last 3-4 weeks of Castle programming, then you have a pretty good idea already of what's to come.
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Last night's horrorcast™, to which I arrived un-enthused and tired, came rapidly into lively motion as the bell tolled midnight; it's a show that at this point plays itself, with me as the medium / channeler, and I need never worry that anything's going to "suck." ...It did "suck" that one of our intended live performers, Dried Up Corpse, aka Mr. Stan Reed, an artist for whom I have logged many hours of admiration, respect and fandom, was grounded by the demon of air-travel and wasn't able to join us. We nonetheless heard some of Stan's great D U C recordings, and reveled in the crunch.

And the treat of all treats, two dramatic, enveloping sets by Tom Carter and Pat Murano, were played live, and graced us with melody and scratchy beauty; yet another MCoQ live appearance to remember, harming us with harmony. Tremendous thanks to Pat and Tom for playing their hearts out—they sure can!

In addition to the well-deserved hoopla for our live guests, you noted praise for Dried Up Corpse, who can be caught live this weekend as part of the massive, celebratory Ende Tymes Festival @ Silent Barn (Stan plays on Saturday); it's the best lineup in the festival's three-year history, with a great many rarely seen and über-special artists performing, many of whom have also graced the Castle airwaves with their presence. A now-classic track in the first set by B.A.L.L. also drew attention, and the legendary Shimmy Disc combo are also playing this weekend, a reunion of the original quartet minus David Licht, but featuring the immensely talented Bob Bert, at Bowery Electric Saturday night.

There are still two My Castle of Quiet shows remaining, including the finale in two weeks with the mighty Psychic Limb, live. ...

Click on the never-explained clawed hand, from Fritz Lang's Moonfleet (young John Mohune's fearful hallucination?) to reach the playlist, archived audio, and comments board for last night's horrorkaste.

Until next time, read books!

TONIGHT on My Caslte of Quiet radio, a live double-bill—Pat Murano / Tom Carter and Dried Up Corpse!

As of this performance, Pat Murano will have appeared on My Castle of Quiet on WFMU more than any other individual (in addition to appearances on other shows with other projects.) A founding member of the No-Neck Blues Band, Pat has shown Castle listeners his versatility as an improvisor with K-Salvatore, his outstanding solo project, Decimus, in addition / contrast to the passionate fire of the black metal band Malkuth. We're excited to welcome Pat back, this time in the superb duo with guitarist / improvisor Tom Carter, of the legendary and much-loved Charalambides. Together, Murano and Carter shape the sonic space like painters, with the introspection / complexity of Mark Rothko, and the spontaneity and passion of Jackson Pollock. These are eerie, contemplative, psychedelic sound-works of the very highest order, a perfect fit for MCoQ's "lighter" side; music to lie on the roof to, looking upward, contemplating the cosmos.

Stan Reed's Dried Up Corpse is a bird of another sonic feather, peering downwards, with rotted wings, encircling a mass grave. Stan is a founding member of Blue Sabbath Black Cheer, a My Castle of Quiet and WFMU favorite / staple, a harsh-sound project of many years standing and global reputation. Stan and BSBC are unquestionably this generation's New Blockaders, abrasive-yet-soul-infused, achingly human; if Murano and Carter recall Rothko, then Dried Up Corpse, Stan's breakaway solo project from BSBC, is Rothko's blackest canvases, the ones you could stare at for hours and always see something new at every glance. Through a series of tape, CDr and vinyl releases, Dried Up Corpse has been established as a major force, and a unique shade of "dark" removed from the mother project. WFMU catches up with Dried Up Corpse, while in town to play the massive Ende Tymes Festival of Noise and Experimental Liberation, which WFMU's experimental-music-listener fans are strongly urged to attend, with many great performers performing!

I rise out of the pit, a little worse for wear, but alive @ 12 midnight.
Murano / Carter @ 12:30 approx.
D U C @ 1:30 approx.
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WMFU 90.1 FM (Hudson Valley)
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Everywhere's a fracking toaster party

"Great craic" indeed, Pine. Todd / HG is a good friend that I rarely see, we could "craic" as the day is long, and then some. The best material was on cutting rooom florrrr, and for our ears only; he's one of those chaps that I can really talk to; a modest man of quiet and obvious strength, and a true artist, one whose bullshit detector is set on 11.

Conversation is a human art, and the finest humor in life is not forced, but rather shared between friends in the most casual and unassuming of ways. Not that I don't appreciate a good Black Books episode, or Bananas, but I think you all know what I mean. I can appreciate talk radio most in that form, when it's just a few friends jawing, as opposed to the "we're here, to make you laugh" brand.

Husere Grav proved to be an excellent guest in this context, our kinship obvious and natural. His live recording from earlier this year at NY's The Stone, a dynamic capture of his sound art in action, drew lively praise on our comments board.

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The main titles from Devil's Nightmare (aka La plus longue nuit du diable), music by Alessandro Alessandroni | OK Putrid (new CDr + tape combo on Rainbow Bridge) | Gegen Gravitation und Willensfreiheit | Stink (one-man black metal from Netherlands; on the great tape label Zwaertgevegt)

Click on Tony Todd's iconic Candyman, to reach the archived audio, playlist and comments for last night's horrorcast™.

NEXT WEEK: Live music, a double-bill; Pat Murano and Tom Carter /// Dried Up Corpse (Woo-hoo! Much more info at that link.)

Thanks as always for listening!

ADRIENNE!

This is so truly awesome! Many thanks to Witchbeam!

"walk once more with us"

Trying to review last night's horrocast™, as my neighbor blasts the local classic-rock station, LOUDLY, a complete lack of any social grace / consideration, or mere mercy—does anyone really need to hear Boston, again???

Bludded Head were undoubtedly the stars of the night, their set was strong, organic, nicely "human"—love the new songs more with every listen. I STRONGLY suggest NYC locals catch them tonight at the Silent Barn, with our friends C. Lavender, Bob Bellerue and Greg Fox also on the bill. All my selections were somewhat spontaneously woven around our guest, their sound and essence—the inspiration to open with a Codeine track was a late-breaker—now THERE'S some "classic rock" for you!

With the weather getting warmer, it seems natural to slow down a bit, revel in the rebirth, and conserve one's energy as well. Long and slow-burning seems to the order of the day; music like a beat-up-but-treasured easy chair. ...

In addition to the wealth of positive comments for Bludded Head, much deserved, their set running the range from subtlety on an Art Bears par, to the full-blown, doom-crush of their record (still in print and available at their shows or here on bandcamp), listeners also waxed positive on the playlist for selections by:

YOGA (from the great Skinwalker album; a master-work that I'm still discovering the power and craftiness of) | ENCOUNTERS (from the Rooms cassette on Pop Nihil; an exciting new collaboration between Husere Grav and Ryan Reno of NRIII)

It's timely to mention that next week, my special guest co-host will be good friend Todd W., aka Husere Grav, sharing the mic and possibly bringing a few musical selections of his own. Below is the HG live Castle set from 2010. Todd has, through many generous burns/donations/tips over the years, provided me with some of the great music I've showcased on The Castle. ...A noise gentleman and scholar, to be sure, and maybe we'll jaw about the Manson mythos and some of our other shared interests, we'll see....

In two weeks, live music again, from Tom Carter and Pat Murano, and Dried-Up Corpse (aka Stand Reed of BSBC), and possibly another artist tba. Here's an embed of a great Dried-Up Corpse live set on YouTube, a really mighty live performance that I've linked before, but just can't get away from...serious HAILS!


Click up top, on the gorgeous/hideous creatures from The Pack—a smart, eerie, must-see French horror feature from 2010—to reach the archived audio, playlist and comments for last night's show.

Bludded Head - Hyper-creative TX DOOM, live on My Castle of Quiet, tonight!

Not all doom bands are created equal, not by a long shot. Some are just trying to set downbeats as far afield from one another as possible, with lots of hard-guy posturing in between. Bludded Head first came to my attention in WFMU's new bin; handmade packaging and good silkscreening always catch my eye, and little did I know that I would come to love the record inside even more than its shell, and then subsequently see them play a great outdoor set at the Summer 2012 Voice of the Valley festival in WV. The band also generously donated two LP/t-shirt/poster sets to our fund drive this year, so if you're one of the lucky Castle listeners who pledged and won one of those, mazeltov!

Bludded Head play an earthy, artfully composed and deftly executed brand of doom, with electric cello serving as the bass instrument, and Nevada Hill's vocals, a wild wail that could crack drywall. Their lengthy songs don't sit in one place too long; they keep changing, evolving with each new passage, and subtle, pregnant sections thoughtfully divide up the crushing power. BH take the doom sound to places it's not been before, and MCoQ is pleased to catch up with the band on tour, with a local show at Silent Barn, Friday 5/10, also featuring Greg Fox (of Guardian Alien; former drummer with Liturgy), and previous Castle performers/friends/co-hosts C. Lavender and Bob Bellerue.

Bludded Head have a new drummer, and are now a four-piece (originally at trio), and we can't wait to hear how they've evolved, and what new steamrolled delights and mind-expanding explosions they have for us.

I pass my own mortality, on the stairs @ 12 mid.
BH @ 12:30 a.m. approx.
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in Rockland County @ 91.9 FM
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>>>Bludded Head on bandcamp<<<