It is funny... often I look for the right words to describe music... so other people can make up their mind of how a certain record sounds... sometimes it is easy... sometimes not... sometimes it helps to describe scenes like in films or books to make clear the mood and all...
On the other hand I am always looking and experimenting with what music fits best while reading certain books and stories... just to create that extra layer of experience... if possible to go furthur... to lift that moment to another level...
So here this record arrives from Cannibal Movie on Yerevan Tapes (but it is a vinyl album)... a side label of Avant! Records from Italy. Cannibal Movie is an Italian duo who play ritual music with just drums and organ... I believe with and old Italian organ... the result is a bit like Silver Apples but sounding more occult... more tribal... more magical... you see... I try to find the right words...
But... H.P. Lovecraft described this music already back in 1925 in 'The Horror At Red Hook'... and the record is the perfect soundtrack while reading this story... and to get an idea... below are two excerpts of the story to get an idea of the music... and below that is an excerpt of the B side of the album... this is my summer gift to you... enjoy the trip!
"...These creatures attended a tumbledown stone church, used Wednesdays as a dance-hall, which reared its Gothic buttresses near the vilest part of the waterfront. It was nominally Catholic; but priests throughout Brooklyn denied the place all standing and authenticity, and policemen agreed with them when they listened to the noises it emitted at night. Malone used to fancy he heard terrible cracked bass notes from a hidden organ far underground when the church stood empty and unlighted, whilst all observers dreaded the shrieking and drumming which accompanied the visible services. ..."
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"... All at once, from an arcaded avenue leading endlessly away, there came the daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass. In an instant every moving entity was electrified; and forming at once into a ceremonial procession, the nightmare horde slithered away in quest of the sound—goat, satyr, and aegipan, incubus, succuba, and lemur, twisted toad and shapeless elemental, dog-faced howler and silent strutter in darkness—all led by the abominable naked phosphorescent thing that had squatted on the carved golden throne, and that now strode insolently bearing in its arms the glassy-eyed corpse of the corpulent old man. The strange dark men danced in the rear, and the whole column skipped and leaped with Dionysiac fury. ..."
