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Lyvv China Doll

EDWARD KA-SPEL

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1990
NL CS Mirrordot Tapes/Jarmusic

side a

  1. Wenn Alte Götter Sterben
  2. Tower 8
  3. The Char Char – [MP3]
  4. Corridors Of Deceit
  5. Dada
  6. Infirmary Waltz
  7. (Untitled)
  8. Lying In State
  9. Sneezing Choirs
  10. March Of The Anorexic Locusts
  11. Beautiful, Plastic
  12. Pretty Ribbons
  13. The Horn Section

side b

  1. So Gallantly Screaming
  2. Flesh Parade
  3. Aaδzhyd China Doll
  4. Tanz Der China Doll
  5. Golden Dawn
  6. Avengelist
  7. God In A Cupboard
  8. Love In A Plain Brown Envelope

 

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Cover Image1993
NL CD Staalplaat STCD060

  1. The Char Char
  2. Wenn Alte Gotter Sterben
  3. Tower 8
  4. Bleak House
  5. Corridors Of Deceit
  6. Dada
  7. Infirmary Waltz
  8. (Untitled)
  9. Lying In State
  10. Sneezing Choirs
  11. March Of The Anorexic Locusts
  12. Beautiful, Plastic
  13. Pretty Ribbons
  14. Vla
  15. Culumnyetz
  16. God Bless The Cavalry Part 1
  17. God Bless The Cavalry Part 2
  18. Zyrrup
  19. The Horn Section
  20. Intent
  21. Bleeding Finale

 

2014 (remaster)
Cover ImageNL MP3/CDr self-released on LPD’s Bandcamp

  1. The Char Char (version 1)
  2. When Old Gods Die
  3. Tower 8
  4. Bleak House
  5. Corridors Of Deceit
  6. Dada
  7. Infirmary Waltz
  8. (Untitled)
  9. Lying In State
  10. Sneezing Choirs
  11. March Of The Anorexic Locusts
  12. Beautiful, Plastic
  13. Pretty Ribbons
  14. Vla
  15. Culumnyetz
  16. God Bless The Cavalry Part 1 & 2
  17. Zyrrup
  18. The Horn Section
  19. Intent
  20. Bleeding Finale
  21. So Gallantly Screaming
  22. Flesh Parade / Aazhyd China Doll
  23. Dance of the China Dolls / Golden Dawn
  24. Avengelist / God in a Cupboard
  25. Love in a Plain Brown Envelope

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June 1, 2024 (redux)
NL/UK MP3 self-released on EK’s Bandcamp

  1. The Char Char (version 1)
  2. When Old Gods Die
  3. Tower 8
  4. Bleak House
  5. Corridors Of Deceit
  6. Dada
  7. Infirmary Waltz
  8. (Untitled)
  9. Lying In State
  10. Sneezing Choirs
  11. Anorexic Locusts
  12. Beautiful, Plastic
  13. Pretty Ribbons
  14. Vla
  15. Culumnyetz
  16. God Bless The Cavalry Part 1 & 2
  17. Zyrrup
  18. The Horn Section
  19. Intent
  20. Bleeding Finale
  21. So Gallantly Screaming (Delden NL 1985)
  22. Flesh Parade
  23. Aazhyd China Doll
  24. Dance of the China Dolls
  25. Golden Dawn
  26. Avengelist / God in a Cupboard
  27. Love in a Plain Brown Envelope

 


Credits

  • Edward Ka-Spel
  • Ignit- keyboards

Notes
Cover Imagecassette:
Limited, numbered edition of 834 copies.

Packaged in a plastic bag with double-sided color insert of collage artwork, plus a double-sided b&w insert with live pictures and text, and a single-sided b&w insert with selected lyrics.

The original intention was a simple live document…but, ultimately, that’s as unsatisfying for me as it is for the listener. Hence, Lyvv features previously unheard pieces like ‘When Old Gods Die’, Tower 8 RETITLED of course for ‘contractual’ reasons as well as obscure oddities like ‘Pretty Ribbons’ and ‘Corridors of Deceit’. Pieces I like but could never find the right place for. This K7 also documents the first performance under the banner ‘Edward Ka-Spel / d’archangel’ in Deventer, Holland back in 1985 with Ignit on keyboards.

CD:
A collection of the studio material from the original cassette plus other “experiments” and outtakes.

2014 Bandcamp remaster:
On cdr in card sleeve with insert

“Lyvv China Doll” started life as an elaborate but very elusive cassette release from The Dots’ TEKA label- it was half live material and half comprised of bits and pieces that needed a home.  Later it became a cd for the Staalplaat label and the live side was dropped while more bits and pieces came into view.This remaster brings the two releases together.

The first live piece in the track listing is actually “The Horn Section” while a little later the first ever performance of “So Gallantly Screaming.” can be heard as a mere idea rather than a finished song. The year was 1985 and the venue was in the village of Delden in the far East of The Netherlands.

Never heard of Delden? Guess what, they hadn’t heard of us either (EK, Ignit, Ed van Kaye)..You could say the reaction was minimal when the screaming started; it even became mildly hostile when that horn section (actually miniature plastic saxophones from the gas station) were introduced. I’d like to think they still talk about it in Delden but they probably forgot decades ago.

Other live tracks were from an especially heavy solo show in Vienna (1988) and Strasbourg (1986) where The Silverman and Stret Majest Alarme completed a particularly incendiary line-up.

Other notable songs from Lyvv” include “Tower 8” and “When Old Gods Die” (with Patrick Q.Paganini) which were the famous “missing ” bonus songs from the original “Chyekk China Doll” cd. After this mysterious omission, the master tapes were delivered to a guy in Sweden for an intended 7″ release. Sadly tapes and guy disappeared. Thankfully EK had rough cassette copies in his drawer .

Finally I must thank Hero Wouters for his amazing work on “Dada” and “Beautiful Plastic” (he wrote the music for the latter piece). Always a joy to work with Hero….Thanks too to Bianca Wouters for her voice …EK

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June 1, 2024 Redux:
This one only needed a little enhancement as the 2014 master sounded very decent… but today’s tools do offer so many possibilities!

 


Lyrics

The Char Char

The letter was corroded, the fuses had exploded, the circuts floated on a pool of oil. They wrenched the (flecks) had snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls. An apple crumbled, firemen grumbled, fumbled with a hose. Toes were curling in their white boots, sweating in their tight asbestos suits and Asmodeus played the flute. A table layed a chair and did the char char charred spitting splinters. Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence. Fire that burned the incense blessed the ashes as they flew. Fly away, fly away, fly away Peter, fly away Paul

Wenn Alte Gotter Sterben

Upside down and hanging. Gangreen. Dark green ankles. Rusty chains. And lusting vultures bowling dice – see who gets first bite. Frostbite! Lockjaw! MORE! See sores weep, flesh creep. Skin deep beauty lives inside his rotting carcass. Locked away, it drains away. Like a love note in a trashcan, like a sapphire in a sack. And no one’s singing hymns to him. No trembling sinners, no respect… We shed our tears, but we just accept – this old God’s dying of neglect. This old god’s dying of neglect. Neglect.

Tower 8

Lie there face down and be quiet. Captain barked, “Red carpets roll.” ??? left the helicoptor, left his marquee stroll. Respecting sores and shouting scores. The white glove glowing in the spotlight. Probbing with his stethescope for gold. The palace, the landscape with traitors as lampshades, waiters were dumb and freezer was packed. The peacock she roared with a wave from a window, a kiss on the wind and a swing of the axe. It’s the axe, see the sun, lick the blade as it swings like a windmill, as it swings as a windmill. Blades were swinging in the red night. Bonfires blazed and missiles flew. Wild guys gazed through balaclavas, baracades were blue. The captain watched it on his video, smiling cause he knew, “This is not the key to the tower!”(5x)

Bleak House (Instrumental)

Corridors of Deceit (Instrumental)

Dada

Dada. My third word. ‘Oh dada’ I’d shout. And dada came running to clout me. To hurt me. I’d howl…. And Mama went gaga. And blah! blah! -they’d row. And dada walked out. Ta ta dada.

Infirmary Waltz (Instrumental)

(Untitled) (Instrumental)

Lying in State

It was open house at Maggie’s. Yes the door it was open, People filing by for a final glimpse. Someone thought she winked, well it was just a trick of the light. Bright lights. Stereo played Mendelhson, Maggie liked the classics, no she couldn’t stand the racket on the radio. So plastic. Seems so Plastic. Now she’s looking very plastic in her new expensive hole. Made of fiberglass, it’s customized. It must, designed to pass away the years like seconds. And they told her in the advert, “If you go it’s best to go in comfort for it’s swell. Cause the nights get so lonely underground.” Now they’re firing rifles/singing hymns/reading poems/give these to him (fruit glass)/someone swears and she snatches them away. Says, “The claim of outrage, the ???? we’re all sad today, when we’ve been (handed cheese).” When Maggie’s face on, well she looks so young and still had all her faculties. Now she’s gone away(12x) Away(repeated). Rest in peace, rest in pieces Maggie. Maggots. Hooray(repeated) out of the way.

Sneezing Choirs (Instrumental w/ sample)

March of the Anorexic Locusts

couple of samples???? Tell me what you call, here’s what you curse.

Beautiful Plastic

Swaying in the dawn, scrambled into bed. His face was red, his breath was poison. Strike a match, the flames destroy a nation as he sleeps. His wife is sleeping. He slapped his paws on both her breasts. Started squeezing. Forced his tongue between her lips. Pleading, he’d reason with her, teased her, pulled her hair, he swore. He smashed his fist into her jaw, she wouldn’t thaw, no she wouldn’t thaw. Finally, he’d take no more. He rolled, hit the floor and saw a note pinned on the door. It said, “Bye honey, hope you like the doll.”

Pretty Ribbons (Instrumental)

Vla

I will be your sacrifice… The love machine demands a sacrifice (?)…

Columnyetz

All cracked (started) we all will fail together??????????????????????

God Bless the Cavalry Part 1

In your eyes(2x). Through your ears.

God Bless the Cavalry Part 2 (Instrumental)

Zyrrap (Instrumental)

The Horn Section

We introduce the horn section

Intent

Life is bright since they gave us all these prisoners of war! (sample:Slow Death)

Bleeding Finale (Instrumental)

Love in a plain brown envelope

Heaven is a hole. There’s a whole lot of heaven in your (cavern), in your avenue. Enjoy it? do you? do you? Of course you do… It’s there in black and white. There’s every detail and every tale delights. The fannies and the cranny’s with the antelopes from Lapland. (Uh… so horny!). It’s a perfect land… the lips are lubricated and the pistons always stiff and glistening driving upwards, onwards… it’s like your dream. It’s partly human and part machine. Oh, Cyborg! as a man you’re magic, as machine you’re mean, mean mean mean. Mean, mean[moans…all the way to climax] [sample on phone]I’m wondering I’m fondling myself. Come to me (sweet) woman. Talk to me. Come to me sweet thing. Come come come to me. Touch yourself, come on, touch yourself.

 

Der Aussiedler

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS / BEEQUEEN

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1990
NL 7″ Rund Um den Watzmann/Korm Plastics RUDW002/KP3490 (different image)

1994
NL 12″ Rund Um den Watzmann RUDW002

4 Years Later
NL 12″+ CS Rund Um den Watzmann WATZ002
(special “sub-edition”)

  1. Potsdammer Spats- The Legendary Pink Dots
  2. Tractus Locomotorius- Beequeen

Cassette:

  1. Kolomñmë (The Elke Mix)- Edward Ka-Spel
  2. Shedur- Bee Queen
  3. The Day She Left for Good- Silverman
  4. Prine- Brunnen
  5. Manipulations 1- Kapotte Muziek
  6. Manipulations 2- Kapotte Muziek

August 6, 2021
NL MP3 self-released on the LPD Bandcamp site and Beequeen’s Bandcamp site

  1. Potsdammer Spats (The Legendary Pink Dots)
  2. Tractus Locomotorius (Beequeen)
  3. Kolomne -The Elke Mix (Edward Ka-Spel)
  4. Shedur (Beequeen)
  5. The Day She Left For Good (The Silverman)
  6. Prine (Brunnen)
  7. Manipulation Muzak 1 (Kapotte Muziek)
  8. Manipulation Muzak 2 (Kapotte Muziek)

Credits

  • The Legendary Pink Dots
  • Beequeen (Frans de Waard, Freek Kinkelar)

Raymond Steeg- sound clean up (2021 release)


Notes

Recorded for the fashion show Der Aussiedler featuring designs by René Heid of Rund Um Den Watzmann.
1990 7″ is packaged with a medium t-shirt and limited to 200 copies in a silk-screened sleeve.

1994 12″ is also packaged with a shirt and limited to 200 copies in a silk-screened sleeve.

A 1994 “sub-edition” was limited to 30 copies (15 of each format) and is subtitled 4 YEARS LATER. It comes with a different t-shirt from the first edition and other “gadgets”, etc., with each of the 30 copies being unique and signed by all participants. It also includes a 6 track cassette with solo works from members of LPD and Beequeen, including “Kolomne (the Elke mix)” by Edward Ka-Spel and “The Day She Left For Good” by The Silverman.

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Statement by René Heid:
In 1990 I completed my fashion design studies at the Academy of Fine Arts in Arnhem with a collection called ‘Der Aussiedler’, inspired by the political movements in communist Eastern Europe which led directly to the fall of the Berlin Wall. This collection held both a critical and an ironical view of these events in being an attempt to visualise my personal experiences.  I asked the Legendary Pink Dots and Bee Queen if they would take care of the music for the fashion show. They both came up with terrific soundscapes and after the show I decided to release their music together with some documentation of my collection and a T-shirt with a specially designed print. Each T-shirt, was individually silk screen-ed and therefore unique. -René Heid

more information

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2021 Bandcamp notes:
The concept for “Der Aussiedler” (‘The Emigrant’) was hatched by Rene Heid in 1990, who was an old friend of the Pink Dots and locally famous for always having highly desirable vinyl to trade. Rene was also a fashion student and approached The Dots and Nijmegen compatriots, Beequeen, to create some music for a show he was putting on.

The soundtrack proved to be a success for experimental catwalk in Arnhem and Rene felt that the music deserved a wider audience.

Hence he came up with the idea of a vinyl single – as a 7” and a 12” complete with a T-shirt.
The small edition quickly disappeared but some shirts and 12” vinyls were held back for a special edition 4 years later.

More music was recorded for this follow-up of 30 copies , reproduced on a cassette and every remaining shirt was personalised with signatures and artistic doodlings which verged from the ridiculous to the abominable. All the music has been cleaned up for your delectation here by Raymond Steeg. Enjoy! EK

Princess Coldheart

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1990
BE 12″ Play It Again Sam BIAS153

side a

  1. Princess Coldheart [MP3]

side b

  1. The Pleasure Palace [MP3]
  2. The Collector [MP3]

 


Credits

  • The Silver Man – keyboards, samples, devices, percussion
  • Bob Pistoor – guitars, sitar, bass
  • Qa’Sepel – voices, keyboards
  • Niels van Hoorn – flute, saxophones, bass clarinet
  • Hans Meyer – electronics, oboe, tymphanis

Notes

A small number of copies of this release were mistakenly pressed with labels from Crushed Velvet Apocalypse.


Lyrics

Princess Coldheart (transcribed by members of the cloud-zero mailing list – corrections welcomed.)

Princess Coldheart closed her eyes and waited for the kiss to snap her chain between her lips. They waited proud; they waited willing…filed in, failed, and so she killed them.

Sitting on her cutglass throne for forty years, without a phone, without a single word. 100 thousand would-be suitors, dead because they couldn’t move her.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses.

Some were daring…tried the tricks they’d learned in France. Some would touch her hand. Money signs etched in their eyes. She sensed it; one-by-one they died.

Others chanted poems…even showered her with strange expensive gifts. She wouldn’t read; she owned the best. She laid their flattery to rest.

In the courtyard flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. Pretty flowers bloomed; they draped themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses.

Then, one October night, the humble village fool caught sight of Coldheart, and he fell. He smashed a rock against her throne. He snatched her hand and took her home.

Happily they lived forever after. He wears her chain upon his chest. She even lets him kiss her breast.

In the courtyard flowers bloom; they drape themselves ’round tombs and rows of crosses…. In their garden flowers bloom; they pick them, decorate their room. It’s touching.

It’s touching, so touching. It’s touching, so touching.

The Pleasure Palace

Get right down and work, work. Beat it, eat it, lick it out, and drink it down and spit it out. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. The Love Machine demands a sacrifice. 500 pounds of meat in amyl nitrate. Nice and neat. Repeat, repeat. don’t hit me with a wooden fish cos I can hear the bells ring, my burning bride.

{???} closed the door and keep her out. Forty days, forty nights, waiting for the time, waiting for the green light says, “Come in boys, I’m waiting here, I’m lonely, I need your company, I need a {???}, white flash. I’m waiting, I’m desperate. I need some energy, so I can {???} quiver, quiver, quiver. {???} in my sacrifice. {???} sacrifice. Yes, I’ll be your sacrifice, but please don’t hurt me with the {ribbon fist?}. {???} tie my legs together. Please don’t hit me with the {fish??}, I’m {???}, I might just split from eyes to knees to feet to {???}. I’ll be your sacrifice. I’ll be your sacrifice. {???} I can hear your bells ring. {???} I’ll be your sacrifice.(x3)

The Collector

Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box. He met them, he kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day, when nothing’s left, no nothing’s left to collect. {Whistling} And sometimes he’d look in his catalog, and it was like the whole wide world bundled up and waved, and he’d saved those waves, and he’d count them. He’d count them, cos he loved counting things. 3 french hens, 2 turtles doves, a monkey in a big palm tree, a bunch of green bananas that are never ripe, an orangutan who says I love you and you can pull a string and it grins and it, it’s a happy little thing, but it doesn’t say much, so it isn’t much good company. 15,934 plastic facsimilies of the Eiffel Tower, twenty percent of which were broken because they were made in Taiwan so they weren’t built to last at all, and anyway the proportions were completely wrong, because they don’t have the Eiffel Tower in Taiwan. All they have is pagodas. And he had many bagodas too. He had twenty-eight bagodas, which he shrunk with water and kept them all in a big trunk which he dug out from the sea from a huge wreck of this old galleon, and he kept galleons too, many, many galleons with skeletons and lots of treasure, and he collected them. He collected all the treasure in all the world, and he owned all the banks.

 

The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

THE LEGENDARY PINK DOTS

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1990
BE/US LP/CS Play It Again Sam BIAS149

side a

  1. I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty – [MP3]
  2. Green Gang – [MP3]
  3. Hellsville – [MP3]
  4. Hellowe’en – [MP3]
  5. The Safe Way – [MP3]

side b

  1. Just A Lifetime – [MP3]
  2. The Death Of Jack The Ripper – [MP3]
  3. New Tomorrow – [MP3]

BE/US CD Play It Again Sam BIAS149

2002
US CD Cacciocavallo CAD20
PL CD Big Blue SPVL-0072 (different cover)

01 October 2010
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

2011
US CD Soleilmoon SOL175CD

  1. I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty – [MP3]
  2. Green Gang – [MP3]
  3. Hellsville – [MP3]
  4. Hellowe’en – [MP3]
  5. The Safe Way – [MP3]
  6. Just A Lifetime – [MP3]
  7. The Death Of Jack The Ripper – [MP3]
  8. New Tomorrow – [MP3]
  9. Princess Coldheart – [MP3]
  10. The Pleasure Palace – [MP3]
  11. The Collector – [MP3]
  12. C.V.A. – [MP3]

Credits

  • The Silver Man – keyboards, samples, devices, percussion
  • Bob Pistoor – guitars, sitar, bass
  • Qa’Sepel – voices, keyboards
  • Niels van Hoorn – flute, saxophones, bass clarinet
  • Hans Meyer – electronics, oboe, tymphanis

Cover by Barbery and The LPDs / Big Blue cover by Zdzisław Beksiński
Produced by the LPDs, engineered by Hanz Meyer.


Notes

2011 CD reissue:
“Purple Velvet Bag Edition” of 200 copies
2010 remastered version of this classic album (standard shrinkwrapped jewelcase) in a crushed velvet bag w/limited-edition, hand-numbered insert, photos & metal pin.

KRAZHTONIVEZHTIKA!


Reviews

The music of the Pink Dots has always had the ability to saturate any room with an opium-dense smog. With six members this time around, these minstrels’ latest romp through the neitherlands-not to be confused with the band’s motherland, The Netherlands-creates yet another smooth surface with which to tap your senses and behold splendor. Over the past 10 years this band has had its share of ups and downs-including an unexpected cancellation of 1987’s tour which resulted in half of the band splitting followed by an eviction notice forcing the remaining members to live out of a caravan for awhile-bouncing back in 1988 with the Golden Age LP and perhaps the most ornate spire of sound yet in the form of The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse. The band is experiencing a bit of a problem with gaining access into the States for this summer’s tour, as the elitist attitude taken by the Immigration & Naturalization Services has already thwarted the first few dates (a U.S. border problem with an alarming frequency). Until the mess is cleaned up, blessed deviants can kneel to the petroleum product, especially: “Hellsville,” “I Love You In Your Tragic Beauty,” “Just A Lifetime,” “New Tomorrow” and “Green Gang.” –CMJ


Lyrics

I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty

I watched you in your tragic beauty walk beneath my window. Eyes aimed high, but unfocused . . . . sure, you never noticed me. You always wore the same dress; always bore the same expression: “It’s a loveless world so what’s the point of looking? Let it be . . .” I considered throwing roses–thought I’d maybe wave a flag. Had to try and force some small connection– but, there’s a snag. It’s my confession that I watch you in my tragic isolation. In my fear . . . that’s the way it’s been for years. That’s the way it will always be . . .

The Green Gang

Drowning in dog stew and strangled in vine. Blister wine burns the inside . . . (They flew in a line over poppy fields. They’d drop and they’d blast their supply. On demand! They persist. They pervert. They command: “RED alert.” And green burns to yellow, to orange, to dirt covered baby bones in powder piles. Mile after mile. And a line costs a dime. A slaughter’s a quarter. Yes, the Green God’s immortal, whispers “Peace in our time.” RED alert! Here come the Green Gang . . . .

Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like guilty children waiting ’til our father’s home. Hel” crack our backs, he’ll break our bones. His iron rod will comb the hair that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . . Take us swiftly, take us now to Hellsville (Bells peal! Roll the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But still we’ll never die because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And HELL is where the action is. They came from lonely stars in search of wholesome entertainment. We’re the stars. We’re the stars that line the stage–the attraction of the ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, it’s outrageous. It’s a scream in Hellsville.

The Safeway

The right hand grips, the left hand slides. The pennies drop, the boxes glide. It never stops. She worked the line blind. Folded, pushed, . . . A pirhouette. No thought, no joy, no regrets. A cigarette was hanging from a cord and every thousand boxes she’d suck her reward and find her island. But the siren howled. The whip cracked anda pre-packed mountain pressed her neck. She’d switch to frantic, automatic. Clear the decks. Turn on, tune in–machine was humming omm. Neon. Flashing laser blade was scratching OBEY! No rest, no play. No time. She worked the line. The pay was fine. She’d find her island in July and find a rock to sit on quietly humming ommmm. The pay was fine. She worked the line. She’d find her island in July and find a rock to sit on quietly humming OBEY . . .

Just a Lifetime

Weeping like the ghost of winter, we watch our tears kiss ash and turn to steam. We walk on hot coals where a stream meandered. Tarred and tanned. We flex and count the tumors on our hands – spreading swiftly now.

For this, we waited just a lifetime.

Sun blessed mirror shaded mad dogs. Blow a kiss we’ll all fall over. Hunting the oasis but there’s only cola- sensurround. A technicolor thrill … it costs a fortune, so it must be real.

For just a little sip, we’ll be waiting (just a lifetime).

And some of us went underground. We dug a hole and settled down. We waited for the gentle sound of steady rain to soak the ground and rattle on our ventilator.

Guess the time we sat there waiting. Yes, you guessed! We waited just a lifetime.

Dragons walked the earth again and paraffin was free. A fire–eater went insane and torched the final tree. And one fine day the planet crumbled, just cos someone sneezed.

For this, … for this, we waited just a lifetime.

The Death of Jack the Ripper

She could smell his fear like black piss river; like knotted balls of wors rolling in the smouldering ruins of an abbatoir. Like suicide in Menstrual Lake. Like the open graves of Hell. She could smell in as she gripped the knife and held it to his neck. She could smell his fear as cries for help grew wings and trickled neatly into garbage cans. As 16 crippled hands fumbled with his zip. Twisted. Ate him slowly . . . kissed him quick. The scarlet ghosts would flinch–a glimpse of stocking! Shock the Red Night blue and clean away the mess cos Jack is dead. JACK IS DEAD!! (And nobody knew)

New Tomorrow

Silent as the final hour heralding a quake, we cut the wire . . . We slipped the guard, sprayed “LOVE” across the barricades. As searchlights swooped and froze and failed to isolate a trace of life outside the gates of New Tomorrow. The penalty for deviation’s clear to those with ears and eyes. We stretch our claws behind closed doors. We always have our alibis. Outside we smile with lips zipped, eyes fixed forward. We never criticise the pure and guiding Light of new Tomorrow. But though they burned the history books, they cannot kill the ghost that cruises Blindman’s boulevard and plants a rose . . . who flings his seeds of Breakdown Bridge and sees a legend grow of life beyond the throes of New Tomorrow. And we have watched the sun roll down the mountain to a frozen lake. We have heard our laughs go on forever deep inside a crystal cave. We told them as they plunged the needle, pledging our escape from the all-embracing arms of New Tomorrow. WE SHALL SEE OUR KINGDOM COME!

Princess Coldheart, The Pleasure Palace, The Collector (see Princess Coldheart.)

Crushed Velvet Apocalypse

Peace in our time.(x6)

 

Tanith and the Lion Tree

EDWARD KA-SPEL

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Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

1991
UK/US CD/CS Third Mind TM D/T 9267

1997
PL CD/CS SPV 085-150082 (different cover)

November 2012
UK Remastered CD Cold Spring CSR171CD

  1. ‘O’ From The Great Sea – [MP3]
  2. Tanith And The Lion Tree – [MP3]
  3. Interference
  4. Four Out Of Ten
  5. Loop 1
  6. Loop 2
  7. The Baker’s Man [MP3]
  8. Prithee [MP3]
  9. Prisoners Of War [MP3]
  10. Three Times Daily
  11. Hotel X [MP3]
  12. Epilogue
  13. Phoney War
  14. Old Man Trouble

 

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Cover Image2002
CA LPx2 Flesh Eating Ants FEA-00

side a

  1. ‘O’ From The Great Sea – [MP3]
  2. Tanith And The Lion Tree – [MP3]
  3. Interference
  4. Four Out Of Ten
  5. Loop 1

side b

  1. Loop 2
  2. The Baker’s Man [MP3]
  3. Prithee [MP3]
  4. Prisoners Of War [MP3]
  5. Three Times Daily
  6. Hotel X [MP3]
  7. Epilogue

side c

  1. Phoney War
  2. Old Man Trouble
  3. Diary 11th

side d

  1. Diary 12th
  2. Diary 13th

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28 May 2013
NL MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. ‘O’ From The Great Sea / Tanith And The Lion Tree / Interference / Four Out Of Ten / Loop 1  19:47*
  2. Loop 2 / The Baker’s Man 04:21*
  3. Prithee / Prisoners Of War / Three Times Daily / Hotel X / Epilogue  18:48*
  4. Phoney War  04:16
  5. Old Man Trouble  06:48
  6. Don’t Look ‘Til It’s Gone  05:52
  7. Prisoners of War 2012  07:36
  8. Loop 3  06:47

* All tracks cross-fade so one code used for the whole suite of songs.


Credits

Edward Ka-Spel – keyboards, guitar, radio, toy guitar, percussion, melodica, voice
Lady Loop – keyboards, voice
Father Pastorius – occasional guitar
The Silver Man – keyboards
Produced/Engineered by Edward Ka-Spel/Lady Loop


Notes

CD:
A Soleilmoon edition was announced in 1999 when it looked as if the SPV edition was about to go out of print due to a payment dispute, but was subsequently withdrawn when the problem with SPV was settled.

“Phoney War” and “Old Man Trouble” were intended to be CD/cassette bonus tracks (even though there ended up being no vinyl release), and Edward doesn’t consider them to be part of the album.

Cold Spring Release: Wonderful reissue in mini-album sleeve with restored full colour artwork and new bonus tracks from 2012

LP:
A slightly different version of “Diary 11th” showed up as “The Warden” on the LPD release “All The King’s Men”. A different version of “Diary 12th”, simply entitled “12th” appears on the LPD album “All The King’s Horses.”

Pressed on 220 gram grey vinyl (test pressings are pressed on 220 gram black vinyl).
14 absolutely gorgeous test pressings of the LP version exist. Given away as gifts to close friends of Flesh Eating Ants Records, they feature heavy white hand-numbered sleeves tied with red ribbons.
A prototype for a metal-box subedition was made, however it never materialised as an edition and only the one exists.

box 1
box 2
box 3

from Bandcamp:
An album made with loving care as The Gulf War raged in another part of the World. We watched in horror as the rockets lit up the skies on our primitive TV during long evenings. By day, we recorded.  “Tanith” is as home-made as it gets; gentle, utterly violent and a frightened lamb on a cross for some of the meaner journalists back in 1991.  I stand by it and was delighted to see it remastered and reissued back in 2012 by Cold Spring complete with Elke’s wonderful cover painting.  This is that expanded version here with 3 new pieces recorded in 2012.

Big thanks to Gary Levermore who first released it, Wolfgang (for writing “Don’t look ’til it’s gone ” together with LPDs back in the day),martin Bowes for remastered cd and Justin for Tanith’s second birth.

Don’t Look ‘Til It’s Gone– The first recording of this song appeared on the excellent cd by Dark Star
entitled “Travelogue” back in 1994.


Reviews

Much more of a solo album than other Ka-Spel efforts — there’s a guest turn in one or two spots but otherwise it’s all him — Tanith and the Lion Tree was the first such effort to get a full American release. Coinciding with the time of the Legendary Pink Dots’ own stateside rise to greater attention as it did, Tanith finds Ka-Spel trying out a variety of approaches on his own, sacrificing general album unity in favor of some truly tripped-out compositions.

His common approach of testing out varying ways of recording his voice — “Prithee” has him sounding like he’s one room over, “Prisoners of War” echoing from distant vistas — suits the efforts here as a result. The squelching loops and beeps of “Four Out of Ten” almost forecast some of Sonic Boom’s later work as Experimental Audio Research, while the title track eschews the frenetic chaos of that effort in favor of a vocal/piano approach (for the most part) that haunts quietly rather than forcefully. “Hotel X” is equally calm, at least on the surface of it, the uneasy bedroom scenario described in terms more appropriate for personal apocalypse rather than vacation romance or its equivalents. “‘O’ From the Great Sea” is one of the artist’s all time best songs in or out of his main band, a clattering percussion loop underpinning a doomy, slow synth-based march, Ka-Spel sounding ever more on a very fragile edge as he sings about death and destruction in multiple horrifying guises.

There are some really lovely instrumentals as well, benefiting from the contributions of one Lady Loop on keyboards. “Interference” combines a serene, almost heavenly backing synth flow with shriller loops and tweaks suggesting the title condition, while both “Loop 1” and “Loop 2” are even more quietly, entrancingly pretty. -Ned Raggett allmusic.com

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Though the name may not ring a bell, Edward Ka-Spel has an impressive history of recording behind him. He has been the vocalist for the Legendary Pink Dots since the band formed ten years ago, has already recorded four solo albums, and has also recorded as the Tear Garden with Skinny Puppy’s Cevin Cey. Left to his own devices on Tanith And The Lion Tree, Ka-Spel builds up a strange, mystical atmosphere carved out by texture and emotion. The sparseness and simplicity of the recording belies the strong impression it makes, as Ka-Spel intertwines keyboards, radios, toy guitars and percussion to create a misty, tangled web. Ka-Spel paints simple but compelling pictures with his instruments and his voice, which bares a resemblance to Syd Barrett in its pained, hushed tones and soul-wrenching honesty. Seeds to start your tourney with: “O’ From The Great Sea,” “Prisoners Of War,” “Hotel X,” “Phoney War” and the title cut. – CMJ

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It’s becoming increasingly difficult to describe this man’s work. This is due to the eccentricity of the sounds contained within. For those= familiar with Ka-Spel’s vocalisations, there’s more of ;the same here. = However the adult ballads and nursery rhymes are this time coupled with = a dark, malignant backdrop which shoud appeal to many ‘industrialists’. = Ka-Spel’s voice is at the fore in the majority of these pieces, narrating= like some anonymous deity from the Land of Oz. At once reed-thin, dry, = then a precessed monster, Ka-Spel’s trademark is his strange lyrical cont= ent. Given the environment on this particular release, Ka-Spel’s visions= come squirming into reality. Truly Bizarre. – MR, Electric Shock Treatment 3, Summer 1992

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Edward Ka-Spel’s solo album Tanith and the Lion Tree has had a convoluted history. First issued on Gary Levermore’s Third Mind label, it was reissued by SPV and then released on vinyl in an expanded edition on the Flesh Eating Ants label. This remastered edition on Cold Spring drops the “Diary” tracks from the Flesh Eating Ants edition replacing them with a fresh reworking of older tracks, alongside an instrumental.

Alongside his work with the Legendary Pink Dots, Edward Ka-Spel had issued a number of solo-releases prior toTanith and the Lion Tree but this was the first one not to use the “China Doll” suffix that up till now had featured on all his solo release titles. With Edward Ka-Spel ‘s peculiarly English accented voice at the fore on a number of tracksTanith and the Lion Tree covers a broad range of musical styles and textures, together with some instrumental experimental pieces.

Tanith and the Lion Tree opens strongly with one of Ka-Spel’s finest tracks, ‘O’ From The Great Sea’. Twisting and turning from piano passages to thunderous piano chords, Edward Ka-Spel is in accusatory mode with his biting observations on man’s propensity for hate, death, decay and destruction. With experimental passages passage loaded with effects leading to the closing verse, where his treated voice continually asks “Why? Why? Why?” to the accusations of evil levelled at this latter day Lucifer figure. ‘O’ From The Great Sea’ certainly rates as one of his best compositions, from any of his countless projects. The title track which follows is performed as a piano ballad, reminiscent of a Victorian piano score, with Edward Ka-Spel, as twisted storyteller, narrating a black nursery tale in his hushed Syd Barrett-esque tones about Tanith and her Lion Tree. The entire track, like much of Tanith and the Lion Tree, toys with passages of electronic and atmospheric effects. It segues into ‘Interference’, the first of a number of instrumentals and loop based tracks spliced throughout the album. These atmospheric interludes coupled with the drastic changes in musical styles has, at least on cursory listens, a tendency to blur any sense of cohesion on Tanith and the Lion Tree as it veers from harshness to tranquillity making it all quite patchy, offering diminishing returns as it progresses.

That’s not to say there aren’t any other memorable moments. The abstract electronic bleeps and parping electronics of ‘Four Out Of Ten’ comes over all Coil-like, a comparison that is heightened by Ka-Spel’s distinctly English accented wordplay. Then there’s ‘The Bakersman’ with its cheap Casio electronics and some classy finger picked guitar, to which Ka-Spel sets his rhythmic vocal delivery to a sped up metronome. Even here just as it’s about to end the song is fleshed out with electronic effects. Another highpoint arrives in the form of ‘Prithee’, which is an unabashed love song. Here, Ka-Spel’s unadorned, carefree voice which opens this immediately brings to mind the traditional US staple “You are my sunshine” just as synthetic cello strings enter as an accompaniment. With his voice multi-tracked, framed by a melodic piano score, the entire thing is tender and quite beautiful: “Shall we chase rainbows? Ride the stars by night? Stay close, Be my second sight. Show me our tomorrows,’Cause I can’t dream alone…”

Pumping electronics return on ‘Prisoners of War’ with Ka-Spel’s voice heavily reverbed, while ‘Hotel X’, another tale of love, captures a solemn atmosphere with Ka-Spel’s despondent half-sung delivery ending on melodic piano score. Things get more chaotic again on ‘Phoney War’ where Ka-Spel inhabits the character of a frontline soldier, in a lyric riddled with the accoutrements of war, over cut-up rhythmic electronics, slicing electronics and keyboard chime, ending on a mass of effects surrounding the instruments. The assortment of loop based tracks reaches its pinnacle on ‘Old Man Trouble’, a track which closed the original full length album. This one is a slice of industrial psychedelic experimental music closer to the work of Nurse With Wound, who of course Ka-Spel had worked with and struck up a friendship previously.

The extra tracks include ‘Don’t Look ‘Til It’s Gone 2012’, a reworking of a collaboration with Dark Star. Here Ka-Spel’s pensive voice, occasionally reverbed, hovers over light hand rhythms and swathes of subdued electronics, light effects and soft bass tones. It’s another good track. The updated version of ‘Prisoners Of War 2012’, which is couched in vinyl pops and war voices before it launches into pulsating electronics with a much more agreeable vocal than the earlier tentative one. Yet another loop based track completes this new edition.

Legendary Pink Dots fanatics will be in a position to find references here that will enable them to, uh, join the dots between this and other releases featuring Ka-Spel. Others on first listen will find a sprawling mass of sounds and songs, as it flits between styles, but take the time and Tanith and the Lion Tree will reveal itself as a worthwhile insight into Ka-Spel’s psychedelic soundworld of the time. It’s a soundworld encompassing industrial, experimental, ambient, krautrock all topped of with Ka-Spel’s unique English voice. For more information go to www.coldspring.co.uk – compulsiononline.com


Lyrics

‘O’ FROM THE GREAT SEA

Where I go the cancer grows…
The ill wind blows…
The rivers crack the dams
And flush the damned out from their homes…
I tie their hands and go.

Where I stay,
The earth decays…
A harvest of abortion.
I extort them…
Hold an auction…
They fall down and pray for rain!

I give them scorching acid
‘Til they learn the reason why…

Why?

I’m not saying!

Me!

I throw the first grenade…

Me!

I light the barricades…

Me!

My way!

Did you see my lips move in the waxworks…
Did I catch your eye?
Or did I serenade you in a dream?

You can’t specify my name,
Though you know you’ve got my number…
Mine’s the face you can’t remember,
Go back to the mirror-look again!

Look again!

Look again!

Look again!

Wwhere I turn,
The fire burns…
Where I sleep,
The widows weep…
And when I point a finger,
The assassin creeps
And triggers pandemonium!

I drove the train to Dachau,
Wore the hood of Ku Klux Klan.
I carve the cross into a bloody sword;
I slice off the hand that feeds you –
Cook it slowly, lick it clean.

I put it in my pie…

Don’t you want to know the reason WHY?

TANITH & THE LION TREE

She fed the lion candy
So its teeth turned pink and scattered.
She gathered up the pieces,
Hid them deep beneath her bed…

Made a wish for lion trees
So roses grew…
Red roses…
And the lion watched
His ghost go hunting bees…

Bees which hovered, dropped and split
As thorns grew moist and ripped…
Black, yellow, dripping red…

It wrecked the carpet,
Made the lion weep for his meat…

Live meat.

Raw meat.

Tanith climbed the lion tree.
The lion tree was very pleased.
She gave the lions candy
She handed out the straws…

Tanith climbed the lion tree.
The lion tree was very pleased.
She gave the lions candy
She handed out the straws…

INTERFERENCE

(Instrumental)

FOUR OUT OF TEN

Your lies are like the creeping fog that blinds me,
Guides my injured soul into the blender
With a thousand knives that grind me into powder.

Coal black.
Gelatine.

Can serve me on a plate and watch me shimmy,
Shimmy.

Raw. Cholestrol. Intravenous.

Feed me, feel my nerves explode galactic in your veins!
You taste my essence…
Does my hot exquisite pain excite you?

Does it?

Does it???

Hell you care…
I’m just another notch;
Another conquest…
Just another lock of hair tossed in your casket.

Come tomorrow it’s like I was never really there…

Never really there…

Never there!

LOOP 1

(Instrumental)

LOOP 2

(Instrumental)

THE BAKERSMAN (Listed as “The Baker’s Man” in the lyric booklet)

Jerkov cuts it charismatic…
Strikes his matches on his jaw.
Smokes in threes (all Gauloises!),
Strokes his saftey clip and tips his trilby.

Truly!
Truly!
Truly!

Yes, truly!

Bad guys freeze at such a moment…
Wise guys make it for the door,
But all the dark-eyed scarlet honies form a circle.
They adore
The way he patticakes the waiters,
Sucks his T-bone blood red raw;

Slips his lion ladies’ fingers,
Spins his plate across the floor..

Truly!
Truly!
Truly!

Yes, truly!

Then he leaves…

PRITHEE

You make the sun shine…
Keep me warm at night.
Sometimes,
You are my guiding light.

When I’m weak or desperate,
You’ll stretch out your hand…

It’s a hand that offers courage…
It’s a hand that calms me down…
And leads me to a land
That we discovered countless lives ago.

Still young enough to change this wicked world…

So tell me, Angel, where to now ?

Shall we chase rainbows?
Ride the stars by night?

Stay close…
Be my second sight…

Show me our tomorrows
‘Cause I can’t dream alone…

Shall we chase rainbows?
Ride the stars by night?

Stay close…
Be my second sight…

Show me our tomorrows
‘Cause I can’t dream alone…

PRISONERS OF WAR

They kept Alfredo in a box
And fed him with potatoes…
Three times daily with a pinch of salt…
He’d yell, assault the waiters.

They covered up his windows,
Put the box upon a spring and sparred.
Sang “Sweet Alfredo, we’re just butterflies…
We can sting
Like the bees…”

Like the bees that took Old Mama Liza…
Tied her up with string.

Threw the cream cakes,
Sprayed the syrup…
Safe behind the vizors…

Taped the screams
And played them to the neighbours…
Over barbecued Bartholomew…
And home-made blood wine
Stamped by the feet
Of the man who would be Christ…

Send the lions in – the ‘entertainment’…
No-one’s ever bored!

Life is so much more fulfilling
Since they gave us
All these prisoners of war!

Some guys pick the perfect lovers…
Some guys pick the perfect whores…

Some go for slavery – the old way.
It’s all within the law!

Life is brighter
Since they gave us all these prisoners of war!

THREE TIMES DAILY

Daily…three times daily…

HOTEL X

I watched the smoke rise slowly
From your tired eyes…
Two columns weaved a marble gateway
To a starlit room.

And painfully, you raised your stick
And led me through
With promises of paradise…
Where nothing ever dies.
It blossoms…

I followed, pacified…
No preconceptions…
Open-eyed…

My faith worn on a shaky hand,
But hanging to your ribbons.

We danced across the crystal ocean,
We sheltered from the storm.
We were warm inside a blacklight cavern –
Watched the red sky raining roman candles…
Washed our hands in amber…
We were married in the shade…

A shadow band was serenading Adagio,
Then faded yellow, grey-green, purple, blue…

A rainbow whirlpool sucked us down;
We tiptoed sensless underground…

There was nothing we could hold except each other…

You murmured your apologies;
I smothered you with sympathy.
We crawled, we shivered to the mirror
Where you saw your shaky hand…

Hang bravely
To my ribbons…

And me?

I watched my tired eyes
Slowly burning…
Slowly burning…
Slowly burning…
Slowly burning…
Slowly burning…

Fade away…

EPILOGUE

(Instrumental with a looped female voice)

PHONEY WAR

The border of Beyond and Nowhere Fast,
I forward-marched thorough mines.
My best friend Rover by my side…
My guide – he ran before me.
Scoring bones of dead explorers
Scattered in the dust…

It makes a plate
That’s fit for pedigrees…
It’s minus X degrees and falling.

Falling.

Falling.

And I’m thankful for the gloves they gave me…
I’m thankful for the flask.
When they sent me to the front
Armed with a white flag and a mask…

“Go win their confidence!” they said,
“Then steal their money…
Shoot them dead…
We’ll split things 50-50!”

But I don’t believe in promises!
I don’t believe in you!
I don’t believe in anything…

Would you?

I don’t believe in promises!
I don’t believe in you!
I don’t believe in anything…

Would you?

No, I don’t believe in promises!
I don’t believe in you!
I don’t believe in anything…

Would you?

I don’t believe in promises!
I don’t believe in you!
I don’t believe in anything…

Would you?

OLD MAN TROUBLE

(Instrumental, featuring Edward’s voice sampled with all sorts of effects)

DIARY 11TH**

**BONUS TRACK ONLY AVAILABLE ON 2 X LP RELEASE. ALSO RECORDED BY THE LEGENDARY
PINK DOTS AS “THE WARDEN” AND FEATURED ON THE “ALL THE KING’S MEN” CD.

Your house from here is maintained…
The fear of my return
Is smeared across the portals
Stings the wine, it contaminates the mortals…

Coiled up, caged and clandestine
A head crack in the back yard…
Cross of air, in line!
Now tell me…
Do you see three golden calves?

Your prize shall be a doormat
With a prayer…
A fortune cookie dares:

“Now down boy!
Turn to Mecca!
Keep those eyes fixed to the floor!”

“See sores collect…
Let’s see you sweat!
Turn left!
Yes, I can see you channeling…”

“Ahoy there!
Cast the net!
Up here is not the place for you!”

I channel too…
But I direct…
There’s time to kill…
These arms are stretched!

But I shall move these fingers!
Stay in line…can you hear me?

Heard me…
Herd you…
Stole your souls…
And sold you blinkers…

Chains wrapped ’round your feet…
You’re obsolete!

But eternally, you’ll linger…

Way down there…
Beneath my feet…
Way down there…
Beneath my feet!

DIARY 12TH**

**BONUS TRACK ONLY AVAILABLE ON 2 X LP RELEASE. ALSO RECORDED BY THE LEGENDARY
PINK DOTS AS “12TH” AND FEATURED ON THE “ALL THE KING’S HORSES” CD.

Black marble seals the pit
And I can see my face in it…
Now pose beside the flame that lasts forever.

So fetching in your Autumn dress…
Just raise the hem a little less…
Be dignified. This is a somber moment.

Upon the count of three
Sail pale confetti on the breeze…
Each flake of pastel paper
Has a name on…not forgotten.

And I’d like to pin the blame on nameless faces…
Covered, rotten.

Limb for limb
And through the knees…
God, I wish that they were millipedes…
A hypodermic mercy won’t appease me.

This one’s for Guy Schlesinger…
A jovial young messenger
Who tripped and nearly kissed a girl
Then spilled the sequel, drenched in detail.

They’re still searching…
I know he died a virgin.
Mary, treat him well,
For deep inside, the Prince of Dreams still sleeps…

And this one makes me weep.
A clover leaf that’s red but ripped.

Still I hear him whisper:
“Best to live…and let live…”

LET LIVE.

By whose grace do we stand here now…
Granted this extension?
Did you just forget to mention both our names?

And by what name should be bid you
When you hide and whisper riddles…
From the blind side to your deaf ear
We are screaming: “Leave us be!”

LET LIVE.

DIARY 13TH**

**BONUS TRACK ONLY AVAILABLE ON THE 2 X LP RELEASE.

(Instrumental)

 

The Misery Book

DADA 999 / EDWARD KA-SPEL

<< back to the Combined Discography


Cover ImageRelease date and tracklist

October 2014
CDr Nouvelle Nicotine 11863

  1. A letter
  2. Rats And Pigs
  3. Ariadne

 

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Cover ImageMarch 17 2015
Norton North
LU CD Box Set, Limited Edition, Numbered, Special Edition
LU CD, Single, Limited Edition
LU CDr, Album, Limited Edition, Special Edition
LU Vinyl, 7″, Single, Limited Edition, Numbered, Special Edition

  1. Dave’s Tripping Attitude
  2. Rats and Pigs
  3. Material Stahl
  4. A Letter
  5. Ariadne
  6. Amnesia
  7. The Misery Book

 


Credits

  • Edward Ka-Spel
  • Elena Fossi
  • Stefano Rossello
  • Tony Wakeford
  • Albin Julius

Notes

Numbered 33 / Art-Edition CDR
Special limited CDR edition in 33 numbered copies featuring Edward Ka-Spel and DADA 999 (born from the ashes of SILVER STARS) on Nouvelle Nicotine.

 

 

Compact Disc (CD)
Breathtakingly beautiful cd edition by Italian artist,Dadaism 999 on the Norton North label. Mini-lp sleeve (no plastic!) in black and gold….Exquisite!!!  Edition of 500.

Record/Vinyl
Gold vinyl in a black and gold cover ,this vinyl edition by Italy’s Dadaism 999 is an object of rare beauty..Edward Ka-Spel provides voice/lyrics for 3 songs while Tony Wakeford,Albin Julius Stefano Rossello and members of Kirilian Camera are also present. Stunning and impeccable. Edition of 400.


Videos
 


Reviews

‘The Misery Book’ is the debut album by DADAISM 999 featuring Edward Ka-Spel (Legendary Pink Dots) with several guest musicians (Tony Wakeford of Sol Invictus, Stefano Rossello of Bahntier, Elena Fossi of Kirlian Camera, Albin Julius of Der Blutharsch) together with the band’s official members Dave Weels and Joey Imbalance. The album combines electronic and dark-psychedelic sounds, in a very strange collage of different styles. It’s a melodic and fresh album with abstract lyrics that totally represents the absolutely original form of art of Dadaism 999. The LP is presented in a gatefold sleeve with a gold and black cover.  -The Shiny Beast

 

The album is a mix of electronics and dark-psychedelic sounds, in a very strange collage of different styles, a melodic and fresh album with abstract lyrics that totally represent the absolutely original form of art for Dadaism 999. The album starts with the nervous track “Dave’s Tripping Attitude” (dedicated to John Balance / Coil); “Rats And Pigs” is more drone experimental then “Materiall Stahl” featuring Elena Fossi (very great interpretation). “A letter” is a very melodic and intense piano song, one of the best tracks by Edward Ka-Spel heard in 35 years! “Ariadne” starts with a mantra/oriental atmosphere (with Stefano Rossello / Bahntier) and follows in a rythmatic track with the great Ka-Spel, also leading the vocals in the retro experimental “Amnesia”. “The Misery Book” title-track ends the album with a sad song by Wakeford, in his classic traditional style! An excellent album, full of epic moments for one of the emerging names in the experimental / esoteric scene. The album comes out in a deluxe gatefold CD, with gold and black cover.  –Storming the Base