The Virgin Homicides
Agape’s Autocathe has been bidding its time, scratching with 8inch curved claws the walls of the corridor where the greasy detritus of last year piles up, growing, breathing through its shiny nostrils so that oxygen can be transformed into energy infecting blood pumped from a vicious heart and through a fractal spiderweb of capillaries into suitably menacing eyes, ready to jump with the murderous abandon of a mongrel offspawn of Bobby Orlando’s nastiest – surely Divine populated- mechanoid nightmare and a flayed puppet straight off Blood Brothers theatre of shriek.
That is what it is, and I have the scars to prove it.
Which slides like scaly King Kull hating lizard-man hand into the glove of gold and filigree which is E-Rock’s remix of Peepholes’ Lair.
We have watched them grow from their early days as power chaos garage duo into a new kind of monster, put Coachwhips’ metronomic sister howling from the eye of the Hurricane which took Dorothy away from Texas together with a skeletal organist at the peak of his frenzy, hurling gothic lightning bolts from the emerald tabernacle of the Church of Dagon and you have a vortex which is a blur which is the mystic kick that Katia and Nick deliver. In his remix, E-Rock slows it down into some sort of amaze communion of tribal stomping and holy riffarama which comes across like Gang Gang Dance and Fucking Champs massacring Daft Punk’s Veridis Quo, literally banging.
Peepholes- Lair (E-Rock’s remix)
Hungry for Power, the record label that we run as part of the 13 Monsters coven shall be releasing Peepholes debut ‘Lair’ on yummy 12” format with incredible artwork by Chris Pell on the 1st of March, don’t miss out and pre order it here.
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