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Lives and Metamorphoses of Great British Mages


Two idols surged out of the indistinct, magnified skies of Music for Programming. They danced above and over the moors of January that we inhabit. We gazed at their dance.

The first idol was two, twin machine-birds of intricate composition: one drew in the grey the harmonic wave of a system in perfect order, the clockwork loop of the Newtonian Universe that soothes us into the sleep of stasis, and the dream of incoming truth.

The other climbed and barrelled and cut upon its own trajectory like the discordant doodles of that daughter of chaos who will inspire and vex mathematicians until the end of time.

We followed these two mismatching buddies raze the sky in their best impression of, say, Tango and Cash ultimately abstracted, and thanked silently whatever mad commander had thought a good idea to pair them together. Perhaps that’d be God, or whichever logic decrees that pure order is the state of death, and so it’s its opposite, after a moment of gibberish.

Coil – Red Birds Will Fly Out Of The East And Destroy Paris In A Night


The second idol was many, as many as there are rooms in a manor that is the carcass of a collapsed giant. We descended inside its abdomen and wandered. We did not dwell in those older rooms –rooms where the Mage and his mates pocked and picked at veils of lies like a coroner at his morgue, see, we are dwelling in them! Onwards.

Into a balcony gazing over an amphitheatre built before alien seas, populated by new people with other rituals. Here we found a music box whose melody was warm like the gamelan, but also like blood drawn with blade, its voice a dissolution in the universe, again peaceful, but a burial nonetheless.

Is it worth it?

The Mages have left this house, they can’t tell.

The Threshold Houseboys Choir – Part Two: Intimations of Spring.


Coil were John Balance and Peter Christopherson. The Threshold Houseboys Choir was Peter Christopherson. They were getting at things that cannot be said or even understood, but we hear them in there, we feel them in there. They are there.

Red Birds Will Fly Out Of The East And Destroy Paris In A Night is included in Musick to Play in the Dark Volume2. Part Two: Intimations of Spring is included in Form Grows Rampant.

The incredible artwork is from printmaker Kenojuak Ashevak, who has algo gone somewhere else. Go to 50Watts for more wonders.