Thursday, January 17, 2008  10:10 am 

Horror Hause

Are Excepter the techno Liars? Maybe Excepter are Liars, doing some wicker-tech-house on the side wearing man-suits to conceal they’re true identities, Buffalo Bill style - cos after all, theres only so much deep, dark forest prancing a fine fellow can take before the damning isolation drains any ounce of humanity from him and all he can do is coil himself into an angry spring and let rip a violent refrain on the next poor unsuspecting back-packer who stumbles a little too close to that supposedly deserted old shack on Mt. Heart Attack. Angus reads aloud from Black Hole backwards whilst the rest of the band chow down on the remains.

Excepter - Shots Ring

Shots ring, shots of rotten wood-peg bullets from the smoking wicker gun pieced together with hog spit and tree sap, brap! There is no escape from the night sweats that Excepter induce with nasty feedback alarm synths and patterns from drum machines that live in caves on islands located in the Bermuda Triangle.

Slapping you awake at the witching hour, a tall dark figure unfurls tales of demonic ideals into your ear, making you follow the far off echo of the screaming sacrifical females that plead for rescue. You reluctantly go whilst keeping an eye on the throbbing firelight on the swaying treeline.

Check Excepter’s new LP out on Paw Tracks soon. Kudos on the fetching American Apparel mint coloured album sleeve.

Now here is true horror.

I like to think that Kevin Ayers held a seance in a cosmic rebirth archway of crumbling bricks and mortar spinning through space just outside of the universe (where the dead are) to record Nico’s part for this after her bitterly sad passing. Thats probably not true, but its a nice idea and would explain the tense terror that this track has, it would make sense that it would have a real ghost on it.

Kevin Ayers & Nico - Irreversible Neural Damage

Kevin plucks the strings in a sinister spinning repetition while the organ sounds barely register as black whisps underneath. Then Death takes to the piano and lays his cold boney hands upon the keys. This ushers in the first demon, punching out from the top of Kevin’s skull as it mimics Kevin’s voice as if it were doomed to ricochet around slimy walls of graveyard tombs in darkest Paris for all eternity. Then Nico, the second demon, decends from a tear in the skies shrouded in antimatter, eyes blazing white with miasma spilling from her rasping throat. The birds fall dead from the sky. Trees and plants wither to dry blackened husks and die. Then it ends in an instant.

labels >> Excepter, Kevin Ayers, Nico, demons, forests, ghosts, xxjfg