Greetings 9


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IT 12″ Materiali Sonori MASO 7009

side a

  1. Puppets Apocalypse
  2. Poppy Day
  3. A Lust For Powder

side b

  1. Only When I Laugh
  2. La Cazza Nova
  3. Lyriex

Greetings 9 + Premonition 11 / It’s Raining in Heaven
Cover Image1991
IT CD Materiali Sonori MASO CD 90029

US CD Soleilmoon SOL43  (alternate image)

  1. Puppets Apocalypse
  2. Poppy Day
  3. A Lust For Powder
  4. Only When I Laugh
  5. La Cazza Nova
  6. Lyriex
  7. Premonition 11


07 March 2013
NL Remastered MP3 self-released on Bandcamp

  1. Puppets Apocalypse / Poppy Day / A Lust For Powder
  2. Only When I Laugh
  3. La Cazza Nova
  4. Lyriex
  5. Premonition 11 (full length version)



  • Edward Ka-Spel – voice, keyboards, electronix
  • The Silver Man – keyboards, samples, loops
  • Patrick Q-Wright – violins, keyboards, drum programming
  • Hanz Myre – sax, flute, sound processing


Side a recorded live at The Ubu Club, Rennes, France in Feb/88
Side b are studio tracks recorded August, 1988.
The vinyl edition was released in two slightly different covers (alternate image).

The first part of the CD bonus track “Premonition 11″ is the original 1982 recording (taken from PREMONITION 11 7”) and the second part was recorded in 1988, but they’ve been sequenced together to make it appear as one track.
The CD edition was reissued in 1996 under the title IT’S RAINING IN HEAVEN.

MP3 (from Bandcamp):
Sometimes this remastering project produces a flush of embarassment. History can be unforgiving and it’s painful to be presented with your own grotesque mistakes from the past.
The bonus track for this cd was such a lapse of judgement. Why, oh why, did I take a fine piece like Premonition 11 and EXTEND it with sections from another (later) era of the Dots? In fact the tail end of this piece comes from Maria Dimension sessions. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

No excuses here, I take the blame fully…

Greetings 9 (later reissued as “It’s Raining in Heaven”) was the ninth episode in a series by the Italian label Materiali Sonori.
The bands and artists that played in their annual festivals in the small Italian village of San Giovanni Valdarno were asked to make an album. Such was the kind atmosphere of the occasion and the gentle nature of the people running the label that we were delighted to accept the invitation.
Live pieces are from a famous performance by the Dots in the Ubu Club in Rennes in 1988.

Shockingly three members of the Dots quit after that long tour, and violin player Patrick left a little later flowing the recording of “The Golden Age”.

The Dots were a 2 piece band (EK and The Silverman) for the 3 studio tracks that formed the original side “B” of this album.
The original “Prem 11″ was one side of a 7” single / booker (Dsordne were on the flip) issued by Snowdonia in 1987. -EK


Only When I Laugh

She waved the red flag. Someone charged — head down. They had to cut me from the wire — shrouded — red rosettes. She stood there laughing as they tied me to the bed, and sped me off to casuality ward 33. No coffee, no cigarettes, no cozy chats with white coat zombies mumbling through the masks of poking plastic tubes. They sewed my mouth together. I couldn’t move, but still I whistle in the dark, and you come running, laughing, armed with red carnations, fleshy grapes that you can wave before my face and eat so slowly. Oh, you always had good taste, and now you’re wearing yellow. That’s my favorite. Touch my hair, and listen hard because I’ll purr. That’s how I show affection now, you know. Love hurts, but I’d do anything for you. Anything for you. Anything. And Everything.

La Cazza Nova

On the streets again, we’re [???] again, we could grow, and when the sun goes down, people meet again, never meet again, take our chances in another town. No, we never change, never come of age; guess that’s just the way the world goes ’round. [repeats last line until the end]


Forever, forever, forever.

Premonition 11

We checked out where the market square once stood. My god, there’s just a hole. It’s choking wreck to wreck, truck to truck, the bumpers bumping, sirens scream, but mothing seems to move, the collar’s open, sweat jets running down the windows, elbows pressed upon the horns. No one’s going anywhere at all.(x2) It’s not a place for me and my canary Paul. Please me, pretty, pretty please me.[repeat last line until the end]



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