Pray to that pussy, worship that pussy

A different kind of show last night, less metal, more of a space-out carnivale. I'm mellowing with age, it was destined to happen! Yeah, just kidding, sort of.

"Take nothing I say as truth, tonight," I said. I often wonder if my mix of irreverence, folly, my human / accessible mic style, conveys a welcome contrast to the dark, death-obsessed, haunted music I play. I don't think about it too much, very little intention is involved, I just do what I do, but I do wonder. The "silent audience" of radio, invisible, judges me in secret. They like or they don't like.

Much well-deserved praise for the new Mr. Matthews track, as well as the Cabaret Voltaire classic (love that record!), and a selection from the new album by Krakatau (a band relatively unfamiliar to me, but worthy of a closer look, and the album is a good one!)

For my own, my favorite set of the night was the one that started with Endlos, and included Rufus Zuphall (been playing Phallobst to death recently), and recent discovery Polushon.

Our screen capture this week is from The Ballad of Narayama, a gut-wrenching depiction of rural life in early Japan, probably the Edo era, and the film ties back in its themes to our former guests Ubasute...the whole "take Grandma up the mountain" thing. Click on the pussy worship to reach the audio archives, playlist and comments for last night's show.

THANKS FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES! THEY'RE MUCH APPRECIATED!

Thousands and thousands of bats.

Very grateful to both Bleak and Hell Mary for playing excellent sets last night! As much as I revere all the music played on MCoQ, there's simply no substitute for a great live performance.

...Much Castlehead love on our playlist for both our guests, and we're all happy to oblige, and appreciate your comments! Listeners also remarked on our classic opener by Killing Joke, as well as selections from the Water Torture Discography CD, highly recommended, and our closing 10-12 minutes, selections from the Artemiev scores for Tarkovsky's The Mirror & Stalker, from a deluxe, new LP reissue on the Superior Viaduct label.

As always, many of the selections were to me personally / especially gratifying to hear; been carrying around that Prowls CD maybe 1-2 years! I listen to it at home, and am well-acquainted, and love to get that dusty improv stuff out there, too, as it's one of my other musical passions apart from extreme metal / Krautrock etc. Artists like Morphogenesis, Smegma (Jackie from Prowls' "mother" project), and worthy contemporaries like Moth Cock get me pretty excited. ...Morphogenesis 1994 live on YT:



Can also recommend the Enbilulugugal 2CD collection of their black metal / noize on Crucial Blast, it's pretty fuckin' mighty; mighty as well is the ALL-NEW Telecult Powers LP, their second full-length on vinyl, Black Meditations, on the Experimedia label.

NEXT WEEK:  I turn 50, holy fuck, and our special, live guests will be Joshua Slusher and his new-ish duo PRIVILEGE, from Brooklyn. Very much looking forward to their dark pulsations! See you then....

You can click now on our weekly screen cap up top, from the curious bit of filmmaking known as Subconscious Cruelty, an odd exercise in sexual / religious / visual nihilism, to reach the playlist, comments, and audio archive for last night's horrorcast™.

Hereness accomplished.

To reach the archive and playlist of last night's horrorcast™, click on the still above, from Alien IV: Resurrection (1997, Jean-Pierre Jeunet), featuring the gloppy spawn of Ripley and the Queen Alien, and a terrified synthetic, Call, played by Winona Ryder.

Listeners loved the track by Cave Ritual, and well they should, the band being one of the most exciting BM bands to emerge from The Netherlands in recent years. Cave Ritual @ Discogs | CR @ metal archives

Also noted, the Witchbeam tape side from the new split cs with Mr. Matthews (both of Telecult Powers fame) on Hausu Mountain, a label that's been celebrating / releasing some of my favorite artists.

Not much more to add at this juncture, a bit premature but we are hoping for a live visit from Nine of Swords, in July. Thanks for listening!

TONIGHT on The Castle >Mr. Matthews' True Color of Venus Revue, with High School Confidential, and special guest Bob Bellerue

Mister Matthews has been a friend, cohort and "responsible party" for the My Castle of Quiet program nearly since its inception. As a member of Telecult Powers, The Hex Breaker Quintet, and a performer of The Modern Rites of Pei with Telecult Powers and Lala Ryan (during WFMU's 2010 fundraiser), MM is one of players who's made our Studio B a second home, and it's high time that he was invited back to The Castle to put forth his remarkable solo work as High School Confidential. Stretching his legs a bit (as all good friends of the show are invited to do), he also brings Mr. Matthews' True Color of Venus Revue, in the artist's words, "another kind of thing I have been working on, caustic tripped out new age music"—which promises by its very definition to be appropriate to the usual, meta-occult electronics that are an indelible and near-constant parcel of Castle programming. Also on hand the same evening, another good friend—composer, improvisor, and Anarchymoon Recordings label head Bob Bellerue (Diablo, KILT) who, in addition to engineering the live session, will be co-hosting and co-DJ'ing with your regular, weekly Bastard of Ceremonies.

Three friends, raising a different kind of hell; don't miss it.

Angry villagers attempt to carry me off to my fate on the Judas Cradle @ 12 midnight.
Fun begins almost immediately.
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Ahh, October.

She rise, she rise. Her skin is pale white, and cold. Our Miss October—Ingrid Pitt...to submerge in her tresses! And my invocation is answered, and all women's fashion, hair and makeup comes to an abrupt halt sometime in the late 1960s, generously 1971. No Jordache jeans, no disco tits. No flattened perms, no satin dresses. All is go-go boots, cleavage, mini-dresses, pointy little fangs, and hair, hair, HAIR!—thick and bouncy, rich and shakeable.

The Castle marches on. With every horrorcast™, a few more celebrants join the party. And I was thinking...why this music? No discernable lyrics, melody only in the sense of our beloved film soundtracks, and in the frantically strummed baroque figures of "depressive" or "symphonic" black metal. This music is for us, those who know that things are definitely not all right, and that it's O.K. The ones who desperately cling to their pop and other "nostalgic" music are unwilling to admit that we are at the end of the road, and the view, the view actually isn't half bad. I've set up my chair, the autumn breeze cools my scalp, and no other music will any longer be suitable. The soundtrack to the apocalypse is damn GOOD, and you can get it from The Castle every week. Chaos is bliss.

Two big thoughts for you to ponder, if you wish. Lust (a perennial), and a kind of aesthetically based social elitism. Onto the music.

Comments-board notices this week for Brisbane's Lustration, the great Tukaaria, that crazy-ass Wretched Worst tape on Chondritic, Century Plants, Zombie Zombie, and the *new* out-fucking-standing Wulkanaz 7" on Seed Stock (RB mused last week that it's his best release yet.)

A wealth of special programming assaults us this month, both on The Castle and on WFMU proper. Next week, next Thursday, the Black Twilight Circle tour tromps through our heavy doors, to present sets by Dolorvotre, Arizmenda, The Haunting Presence, Volahn, and Kallathon. Will BHL and Kuxan Suum perform as well, as the tour poster would seem to suggest? Tune in and see. The tour hits our area for live performances as well, with shows on Monday, 10/3 @ Brooklyn's Acheron, and Friday, 10/7, the night after the My Castle of Quiet broadcast, at one of my favorite grimy hot-spots (perhaps because I used to live across the street), The Charleston, on Bedford Ave., in Brooklyn's Northside.

AND...Coming up on the eve of 10/20-21, our friend Mister Matthews, of both Telecult Powers and the Hex Breaker Quintet/Quartet, brings his solo project High School Confidential to the show, along with special guest co-host and co-DJ Bob Bellerue.

The month of October also brings you a unique way to support WFMU and show your specific appreciation for the My Castle of Quiet show, by participating in our non-invasive, Web-only fundraiser (we're trying something new.) There's a new t-shirt design, as well as limited CDr of Sun Ra remixes, to which many staff members contributed, myself included. Perhaps most of all, this is the first time in WFMU history when each individual show has its own pledge-total goal for the month, establishing a make-no-mistake scenario, wherein each listener can individually support the show or shows that they like. It's as easy as few clicks, and you can view the mighty "widget," and contribute NOW by visiting The Castle's main playlist page.

Now have at it, do me proud, and make sure to check http://wfmu.org/ to see what special programs my colleagues at the station have to offer this month as well.

For the moment, lovely, icy Ingrid will take you with a click to the playlist and audio archives of this week's horrorcast. Stay tuned.

William, you are on a whole other unfathomable level. Thank you.

This is Mr. Mascaro. When you've got a guy like this doing your butlering for you (looks like he snaps necks for recreation, never smiles, always wears clown makeup), even armed motherfuckers are going to think twice. It's a great working relationship, that can really free you up to chip away at those plans for world domination. Just make sure to always give Mr. Mascaro his dignity; he's already got the clown face on, so do use some common sense, and don't press your luck. Mr. M. is pretty much the best feature (though there are many) of Blood Dolls, producer Charles Band's attempt to further extend the Puppet Master empire, and I would have accepted the franchise, in the form of about four or five sequels, as many of my Saturday or Sunday afternoons have been satisfactorily wiled away chomping on Full Moon fodder.

The passing weeks continue to leave me with a great sense of satisfaction, as WFMU and My Castle of Quiet approach their very-busy month of October (record fair, special programming, more surprises.) There's simply so much great, new music, and I watch the artists I favor, those I know personally, and those I relate to on collector terms, surge and rise and produce magnificent and memorable works, with the surety of more to come. For example, to see Baked Tapes rise to the plateau of releasing vinyl, and debut that endeavor with two full lengths by two bands that have shaped my reality since 2009, Telecult Powers and Grasshopper, is an odd personal best, considering that I really had nothing to do with it, except to provide encouragement via meta-fandom, airplay, and live, on-air performance opportunities (or, in the case of Grasshopper, releasing their now sold-out first vinyl on the Prison Tatt label; Telecult's PT record is in the works.) Still, it feels GREAT just to see this all happen and to hold the records in my hands.

In general, I have so much outstanding material at my disposal with which to craft each weekly horrorcast™, that I never worry—quite the opposite, the opportunity is so relished that it has for a long time now been my established and steady art therapy session.

But before I get all choked up...
I wish I'd recorded my neighbor saying "fuck you" and "fuck you, Ma" alternately, about 6-7 dozen times. It was quite an odd and destabilizing sound to wake up to the other morning. (Yes I am a substance elitist, and yes, alcoholism sucks.) Sarzan and I have been churning it into humor for the past days, though it was actually quite disturbing. At the same time, the pain of strangers never fails to make me feel a little less horrible about myself; such is human nature, I suppose.

Back to the radio show...
Playlist honors this week to Sound Out Light, the new Jabladav Ayr CD, Cripta Oculta, Smoke (that amazing improvisational black-metal band from the Netherlands), Depths, the great Demonologists, Hive Mind, and of course Grasshopper.

Weary of the circle of self-promotion, I leave you in the able hands of Mr. Mascaro, who will take you to the playlist and audio archives for this week's horrorcast. Thanks for listening.

Jerk!

Apologies for the lateness of this self-obligatory radio-show archive re-post; I'll trust that many of you were all too moist in the britches about WFMU's annual record fair to notice any absence.

Been feeling sub-par healthwise, and I spent the three hours of airtime (even more so than usual) just playing records that I felt like hearing. Wasn't on the high-energy stuff so much this week; I stuck with the longish-form noise jams and sound art, pleasing myself and undoubtedly a few others as well. As far as "Singles Going Steady" week goes, I'm in love with music—not formats—and my interest in doing what I feel exceeded my ability or want to whittle down my selections to those available only on 7" vinyl, so at the risk of not being a "team player" (nothing new for me) I did what I thought worked for the Castle's week, point blank.

And as far my on-mic rants go, remember that there are always BIGGER ASSHOLES out there than myself, and ultimately, they scare me, firstly because most of them can't spell or write English worth a damn (illiteracy always being frightening), and secondly because what many of those bigger gits lack in comparison to myself is the awareness that they are indeed "jerks," so I give myself huge points for looking in the mirror unflinchingly.

Listener/commenters dug the Isa Christ split 7" (as they should—hey, I played a single after all!), the Angst Hase Pfeffer Nase cassette, and the Rodger Stella/Sharkiface CD from 2008 (thanks for sharing that one, Travis J.)

I'll be DJing live tonight in Brooklyn, as part of a farewell concert for our dear friend Witchbeam, Temple of Pei visionary, and propulsive force behind Telecult Powers and the Hex Breaker Quintet. Our buddy Steve (as we know him) and his charming wife Jillian, are relocating to the wondrous American city of New Orleans (one of my favorite places on Earth), and we wish them both tremendous success and happiness. To celebrate, a mega-concert happens tonight at The Schoolhouse, 330 Ellery Street in Bushwick, Brooklyn, starring SexXxual Ice Land (Telecult Powers + Sister Jillian + Grasshopper + JFR and Lala of Excepter), Nautical Almanac, Sam Goldberg, and Forma. It's going to be a helluva enjoyable night, with Todd Pendu reading Tarot amongst all the other delights. I start spinning (music, that is, my actual "spinning" probably begins a bit earlier, when I hit NYC traffic!) at around 8-8:30, and I hope to see you/meet you there. Unless of course you're a jerk, in which case, approach with caution, though we should be able to achieve some level of jerk solidarity. See Witchbeam's lovely gig flyer above.

Getting back to the radio show, I'm tremendously excited about the great live music coming up in the near future on the Castle, with performances by Danny Moore/Family Treasures (next Thu/Fri!), Heavy Medical (11/12), SSPS (11/19; Jon Nicholson of Excepter solo), Isa Christ, and FUN (dates tba.)

One possible form of suffrage, acquired merely by attending a party in the court of ancient Persia, is seen above. As I wrote on the playlist, "Turned to a tree. Sumbitch." I had several screen captures from this very brief series of shots from the opening of Wishmaster; the one above taking honors because of the intensely mournful expression in the victim's eyes. Looking upward. Petrifed and unable to speak, but able to take you with a single click to the audio archives and playlist for our most-recent horrorcast.

Bedazzling. Bruit. Brutal. Brooklyn.

Two shows, tonight and tomorrow; info above.
Hope to see you!

Air filled with stillness. At last.

Yes I'm taking the headline for myself this week. I'm feeling that way. And when my air finally, mercifully goes still—I'll leave knowing that I did a good job, at least at this, this one fucking thing. (I get a fair bit done, when one considers I've been dead almost a year. Not starting to stink either—my rot smells better!)

Lisa thinks she is giving herself to Evan, and in a way she is, but Evan is not the man he was before he entered the church, before he opened the cross-shaped hole in the sub-basement floor. Consumed by submission, Lisa lays passive but aware, happy even, as the beast partakes of her. Their passion will take you to the playlist and streaming audio archive of last night's horrorcast™.

The spectacles witnessed and heard through the double glass on WFMU's fourth floor during my Castle broadcasts continue to amaze me, and shape my consciousness with their intensity, their power, their generosity. Everyone tends to do a good—nay great—set on the Castle. All I do is say, "come." The Hex Breaker Quintet were no exception—they were, in fact, the RULE, as Telecult Powers and Grasshopper are the two bands that helped carve the Castle landscape quite early on; it only makes sense that their combined energies should return to rattle these walls and break the hex. And rattle they did. And the hex was in fact broken.

Not to be believed (I get to present this on the radio? Really?), Hex Breaker's 2-set appearance on My Castle of Quiet will post next week to WFMU's Free Music Archive and Beware of The Blog.

In other matters, y'all LOVED the Francisco Meirino & Bob Bellerue collab CD (me too!), and the chat about the Drunkdriver controversy just will not stop (it's a great fuckin' record, GREAT FUCKIN' RECORD, is all I'm sayin'!) ... What else, what else? Bo Hansson died; R.I.P. The new Akitsa, and the new Explosive Improvised Device, both great, both on Hospital Productions (EID tape sold out.) And yeah, I played Lap Dancer. I love a good upskirt shot. And power electronics.

The Hex Breaker -muthafuckin- Quintet!

Hasidic men race through midtown with Hex Breaker bootlegs under their long coats. Across 47th Street, a kid cries at a crosswalk, holding Mommy's hand and waiting for the light to change; in Brooklyn somewhere, Witchbeam strokes his kitty's scruff and contemplates.

Elsewhere over the Atlantic, Josh orders a drink on the plane and mocks the on-board movie selections. Jesse's back on the ground in NY, furiously ripping live audio from INC, while Mr. Matthews gets too much change, and wonders whether to come clean.

Tonight, I sit up 'til dawn watching vintage sexploitation movies, but Wednesday, oh sweet Wednesday, I host the Hex Breaker Quintet live on My Castle of Quiet on WFMU-FM.

Bumble-dee-bumble-dee-bumble-dee-weep-weep-weeeeeeeppp go Witchbeam and Mr. Matthews. Braaaap braaaap braaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh... go Josh and Jesse.

All are welcome, to hear what happens when two of the most compelling electronic, sound-shaper crews alive today combine to make music magic. It's Telecult Powers + Grasshopper + some creepy dude with a nice smile, leath'ry wings, and a drippy pen.

And though it's two nights early—witches, demons, lovers and lycanthropes are welcome, nay encouraged, to strip naked and dance and fornicate in the moonlight. Please note that this is a radio event.

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Telecult Powers and more on the My Castle of Quiet vimeo channel

So I've been taping gigs for several months now, ever since I picked up an iPhone. I used to rail at people holding up their phones to shoot stills and video at shows ... "Why aren't these people experiencing things in the now?! All they're thinking about is how great this will look later on their Flickr page!!" Now I'm the asshole with his camera out.

Still, I do feel that important things are really happening, especially in terms of the Brooklyn-based noise scene (though not at all exclusively, as you'll note from the selections I have up.) I first began uploading things to my YouTube channel, which up until that time was typically reserved for funny home vids my son and I make together. For reasons that will be obvious to most of you, I decided to pick up the whole thing and plop it down on vimeo. And yes, there are a few amazing clips back at YouTube, which will eventually be re-upped to the vimeo page.

Here's the latest upload --- my Kosmische brothers Telecult Powers, rumbling the firmament at the Nyack Village Theter a few weeks ago --- the full set >>>

Telecult Powers from My Castle of Quiet on Vimeo.

Make sure to also check out Telecult's feature article in the newest Signal to Noise magazine. Congrats, guys!

All Hail! The WFMU 2010 Marathon Begins!

The gloves are off, and the WFMU 2010 fundraiser has begun! Tune in TONIGHT @ 8 p.m. ET, when my co-host will be Sue P., our sludge/noise/hard rock queen of Thursday>Friday overnights. We'll be scouring the lands around the Castle on horseback, looking for your "donations" to the "kingdom," and, to show our gratitude to the multitudes over which this Castle governs, offering SWAG aplenty. CDs, tapes, books and movies. TG Gristleism box, anyone? How about a Bill Zebub DVD 2-pack? Not to mention my absolutely bloodletting premium CDr, featuring all-new, exclusive tracks by Liturgy, Enslaved by Owls, Grasshopper, Kevin Shields, Slasher Risk, Nuit Noire, C. Lavender, Telecult Powers, Kommissar Hjuler und Frau, Two Years on Welfare, Caldera Lakes, CM, Umberto, and Jabladav—with an arresting, creeped-out, original-art insert by Caroline Teagle.

A Castle banquet on the air! All will be rewarded!

Re-post --- Five Points Twice: Ten Films to Watch Telecult Powers By

This post originally published on Witchbeam's blog on 29th October. Also check out this Telecult Powers live video from my YouTube channel, and the band's page at the Temple of Pei site.

Wow, a guest blog. This stems from a conversation I had with an acquaintance that is notorious for breaking things into "zones" and also a student of library science, at some point he mentioned that Telecult has a serious "Gurdjieff Zone." I thought about it, found it kind of fun and silly for my band to be reduced to a ven diagram, but then felt a bit limited by it. Sure, Gurdjieff is indeed a huge influence, but what else out there could be something we are in the shadow of? This led to a conversation with Wm. Berger about movies that give off a bit of a "Telecult vibe." I was thinking The Satanic Rites of Dracula & Psychomania, and I was excited to see his list was different than mine. Looks like I will have no problem figuring out what to put on my Netflix cue in November.

With that, I present to you Wm. Berger’s Five Points Twice: Ten Films to Watch Telecult Powers By – Witchbeam

Materials:

1. My favorite Telecult Powers recordings – the tapes Dedicated to Robert Moore b/w Twilight of the Oscillators, and Kiss the Viper’s Fang. These, plus the Telecult WFMU live session from my show this past July 22.

2. A stack of DVD/VHS, all films I love and have watched more than twice

3. etc.

4. Candles

Method:

1. View segments of each film, with tapes playing loudly, and film audio completely muted. (Subtitles were at first optional, but I ultimately decided against them, deciding that they distracted from the mission at hand.)

2. Judge appropriately. (Sub-criteria: a) striking visuals throughout; b) occult themes; c) sex—but not porn—think real women: soft, clean, boob-heavy 60s-70s-type sex; d) always remember—a good hooded cloak, black or red, never hurts.)

3. Fine tune results. Ideally, the film and music arc and lift together.

4. Finally, consider the numerology, i.e., the number of items on the list. Does it feel right? Can a title or two be easily shaved? The answer is probably yes.

Results:

The below are indeed in a very specific order of my personal viewing preference.

Many thanks to Witchbeam for suggesting this study.

1. Masque of the Red Death (dir. Roger Corman, 1964)
Occult technicolor. A beautiful film throughout, cinematography by Nicholas Roeg.

2. Inferno (dir. Dario Argento, 1980)

Since Suspiria already has the most wonderful soundtrack ever, Inferno, its cousin similar in look and tone, is the ideal Argento film for a Telecult treatment. To hear the Pei boys warble and pulsate at that underwater room scene might almost be too much.

3. Incubus (dir, Leslie Stevens, 1965)

Yes, black and white. Yes, William Shatner. Yes, Esperanto. A dreamlike tale, with an eerie visual palette of high-contrast witchery.

4. The Shiver of the Vampires (dir. Jean Rollin, 1971)

Telecult Powers’ music and director Rollin’s image parade are perhaps the most perfect marriage.

5. Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (dir. Richard Blackburn, 1973)

One of my favorite films. Why would I not want to hear one of my favorite contemporary bands score it? Set almost entirely in vampiric bluish-purple.

6. Requiem for a Vampire (1971)

Yes, I snuck another Jean Rollin film onto this list. Anything that starts with a sexy female clown shooting out the back of a car window is Telecult-ready.

7. Shock Waves (dir. Ken Wiederhorn, 1977)

Nazi zombies; another one of my all-time favorites. (Comes with its own burbling, unsettling synthesizer score, so watch it before (or after) with the sound UP.)

8. Daughters of Darkness (dir. Harry Kümel, 1971)

Fassbinder meets Rollin in a car-crash of gorgeous women, blood, brilliant color, and sex sex sex.

9. The Dunwich Horror (dir, Daniel Haller, 1970)

As with Lemora above, I find myself too partial to both the film and the music to resist this suggestion.

10. Equinox (dir. Jack Woods, 1970)

A childhood favorite of mine, and a genuinely disturbing tale, featuring an evil forest ranger, an invisible castle, The Lord’s Prayer read backwards, and several stop-motion monsters, among other delights. Equinox directly inspired Sam Raimi’s Evil Dead and Evil Dead II.

And for a damned-fine alternate, I also suggest —

The Devils (dir. Ken Russell, 1971)

Moloch Rain!

Wm. Berger

Grasshopper live video @ the Castle, 26thAug09

Josh and Jesse create immense, frightening horrorscapes™ that rattle the walls and bubble the floor into molten lava. By dramatic contrast, when not playing, the two make a dynamite comedy team. Note Josh's Coney Island-style disco-spraypaint Telecult Powers t-shirt.

Stay tuned to WFMU's Beware of The Blog and Free Music Archive, where I'll be posting the live session as mp3s on 9/22, along with some stills. In the meantime, you can listen to the streaming archive of last Wednesday's full horrorcast.

From: Laura "you don't scare me"

Last night's My Castle of Quiet was our most successful working to date. Jed brought the Tannis root, Glenn brought his knob-twiddling might, and Telecult Powers filled the room and the airwaves with their enveloping, preternatural sonic magnificence. Wow.

Link above; the psychedelic brain surgeons will take you to the playlist/archive page. Listen while seated in a cool, dark place. Do not attempt to operate heavy machinery until you know how your system reacts to MCoQ.

Telecult Powers Live on the Castle

On tomorrow night's My Castle of Quiet broadcast, Brooklyn's Telecult Powers bring their unique brand of haunting, buzzing, occult electronics live to the air. Spirits will be invoked, and personal realities tested. Expect two sets of warble and roar, from the abyss to the aether, starting at about 9 p.m. Doors at 8.

You can check out some live Telecult Powers videos at the Temple of Pei site, or sample some audio from WFMU's archives.