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Holy unexpected! I just watched the video of Ishchenko and Romashina winning the gold medal in duet synchronized swimming -- their music of choice? The main title from Dario Argento's genuinely terrifying film Suspiria*, composed by Italian prog band Goblin.

Synchronized swimming. Who woulda' thought?

*warning: the US trailer is a battle between very silly and very scary, but scary wins.


New single from our friend Withiel:

[Not horror-related, just very very good.]

Withiel is here, so dry your eyes. Withiel is here, never sleep again.



"Share, proliferate, enjoy, speak your brains. I hope you like them." -W.


Compilation: Bezdna Radio Essentials 016

The Threshold People are featured on the new installment of the excellent Bezdna Radio Essentials series, on the Silent Flow netlabel! (Stream or Download)

The tracklist is as follows:

1. Isma Serrano – Processing
[Automatic Behaviour LP, antiritmo #041]
2. Adverb – Efemer
[VA - Electronica 2.0, e20]
3. Hoax – Thursday Evening
[The Insomnia EP, qnb009]
4. 2% – Leeward
[Nowcast, ah035]
5. Stanislav Rubyteno – The Indigo Message
[Flight of Imaginations, ave012]
6. Einmusik – Tisuca (Playone and Griboedoff remix)
[VA - Second Dive, dplm17]
7. Microfly – Synthetic Rain
[format brain:\, candl13]
8. Adamaned.age – Invisible Divider
[Whiteout, ps013]
9. [Ur:Neon:Ono] + The Threshold People – Deja-Vu: caustic_RMX
[The Tales from the Dead Sun Remixes, plague032]
10. Ernaem – Muddy October
[Perceptions, limrec097]
11. Mphm – Magick of Yore
[Dominion, y.036]
12. Joe Frawley Ensemble – False Memory
[Daughters of Industry, ca330]
13. Maps and Diagrams – Shuffel
[The Giant Woods, ykyk019]
14. Silence Drift – Thousand Peaks
[Landscapes Through the Viewfinder, ca344]
15. Carl Sagan’s Ghost – The Patience of a Saint III
[At the End of it All, sfp10]

As you can see, we're in good company. If you enjoyed the Dead Sun Remixes, you'll probably love this compilation.

We'll be back soon with some more exciting news!


A Halloween Poem, reproduced on an antique postcard


It has been unseasonably cold, and my thoughts are starting to skip past Halloween to the iron days of November. If it keeps up like this, the trick-or-treaters will have to stuff their costumes into their overcoats.

(EDIT: In case I wasn't clear, the postcard is antique, but the poem is new.)


"And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death."

I have been privileged to hear a preview of the new Sublinear album, Masque of the Red Death. It is, take my word for it, fantastic and terrifying! Red Death lacks the trip-hop beats of its predecessor, Pinned Beneath the Boiling Sky, but it shares--and surpasses!--the deep orchestral textures and atmosphere of inescapable dread. Friends, this is really frightening music.

The album will launch tomorrow, October 1st, on the netlabel This Plague of Dreaming. I will update with the link after it goes live. The full album is, as usual, free to download.

UPDATE: The album can be found HERE. Download without delay! If you like us, you will love Sublinear.

"And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all."



I just can't seem to drag this blog into the 20th century...

The following is reprinted from The Student, or, The Oxford and Cambridge Monthly Miscellany (1751), for your grueful diversion (with the original explanatory footnotes). A tip for modern readers: eighteenth century printing used the 'long s' [ſ] at the beginning and in the middle of words, and the 'short s' [s] at the end. It can take a little getting used to, but I've retained it because I think it adds to the archaic charm of the piece.

O D E to H O R R O R


----- Ferreus ingruit Horror. VIRG.

O Goddeſs of the gloomy ſcene,
Of ſhadowy ſhapes thou black-brow'd queen ;
Thy treſſes dark with ivy crown'd,
On yonder mould'ring abbey found ;
Oft wont from charnels damp and dim,
To call the ſheeted ſpectre grim,
While as his looſe chains loudly clink,
Thou add'
ſt a length to every link :
O thou, that lov'
ſt at eve to ſeek
The pen
ſive-pacing pilgrim meek,
ſett'ſt before his ſhudd'ring eyes
Strange forms, and fiends of giant-
As wildly works thy wizard will,
Till fear-
ſtruck fancy has her fill :
Dark pow'r, who
ſe magic might prevails
O'er hermit-rocks, and fairy-vales ;
O godde
ſs, erſt, by * SPENSER view'd,
What time th' enchanter vile embru'd,
His hands in FLORIMEL's pure heart,
Till loos'd by ſteel-clad BRITOMART :
O thou that erſt on fancy's wing
ſt terror-trembling TASSO bring,
To groves, where kept damn'd furies dire
Their blazing battlements of fire :
Thou that thro' many a darkſom pine,
O'er the rugged rock recline,
ſt wake the hollow-whiſpr'ing breeze
With care-con
ſumed ELOISE :
O thou, with whom in chearle
ſs cell,
The midnight clock pale pris'ners tell ;
O ha
ſte thee, mild Miltonic maid,
From yonder yew's
ſequeſter'd ſhade ;
More bright than all the fabled Nine,
Teach me to breathe the
ſolemn line !
O bid my well-rang'd numbers ri
Pervious to none but Attic eyes ;
O give the
ſtrain that madneſs moves,
Till every
ſtarting ſenſe approves !

What felt the Galli
c traveller,
When far in Arab-de
ſert drear,
He found within the catacomb,
Alive, the terrors of a tomb ?
While many a mummy thro' the
In hieroglyphic
ſtole array'd,
Seem'd to uprear the my
ſtic head,
And trace the gloom with gho
ſtly tread ;
Thou heard
ſt him pour the ſtifled groan,
HORROR ! his
ſoul was all thy own !

O mother of the fire-clad thoughts,
O ha
ſte thee from thy grave-like grot !
(What time the witch perform'd her rite,)
Sprung from th' embrace of TASTE and Night !
O queen ! that er
ſt did'ſt thinly ſpread
The willowy leaves o'er ISIS' head,
And to her meek mien did
ſt diſpenſe
Woe's mo
ſt awful negligence ;
What time, in cave, with vi
ſage pale,
She told her elegiac tale :
O thou ! whom wand'ring WARTON
Amaz'd with more than youthful awe,
As by the pale moon's glimm'ring gleam
He mus'd his melancholy theme :
O curfeu-loving goddeſs haſte !
O wa
ft me, to ſome SCYTHIAN waſte,
Where, in Gothic ſolitude,
Mid pro
ſpects moſt ſublimely rude,
Beneath a rough rock's gloomy cha
ſiſter ſits, ENTHUSIASM :
Let me with her, in magic trance,
Hold mo
ſt delirious dalliance ;
Till I, thy pen
ſive votary,
HORROR, look madly wild like thee ;
Until I gain true tran
ſport's ſhore,
And life's retiring
ſcene is o'er,
ſpire to ſome more azure ſky,
Remote from dim mortality ;
At length, recline the fainting head,
In Druid-dreams di
ſſolv'd and dead !

April 11, 1751 CHIM

* SPENSER's Fairy Queen, B. 3. Canto 12.

Gier. Liberat. B. 14.

Alluding to a ſtory of a French gentleman (mention'd by ſeveral Oriental travellers) who going into the catacombs, not far from Cairo, with ſome Arabs his guides, was there robb'd by them, and left ; a huge ſtone being plac'd over the entrance. I don't remember that any poetical uſe has been made of this ſtory.


The Terrific Register

This is not quite a book recommendation. I do not, generally, find much interest in real-life horrors, and The Terrific Register (1825) is an encyclopedic catalog of allegedly true "accounts of barbarities inflicted by savage hordes; cruel punishments with which crime has been visited; barbarous murders; atrocious assassinations and diabolical cruelties; bloody duels and sanguinary conflicts; daring villanies (sic), frauds, plots, conspiracies, and rebellions; remarkable robberies, piracies, executions, and persecutions for conscience sake" (as well as "well-authenticated stories of apparitions and strange and fearful superstitions; disastrous accidents, perilous enterprises, and miraculous escapes by sea and land; awful visitations and singular interpositions; accounts of plague, famine, fire, earthquake, and other special chastisements of Providence"). Harrowing stuff, by the look of it, though to be honest I haven't actually read more than the Preface.

But no, the thing which caught my eye immediately, and my reason for mentioning it at all, was the astounding title page illustration:

(click image for larger view)

Isn't it wonderful? I love the chunkiness of the old engraving, and the overload of macabre detail, epitomized by the legend, "GOD'S REVENGE AGAINST MURDER" (the central moral conceit of the book). The draped corpse and the silhouetted figures remind me a bit of Edward Gorey's animated introduction to the PBS series, Mystery.

The reader who wishes to "scrutinize his (sic) fellow in his worst estate" can find both volumes of this ghastly collection at Google Books:

The Terrific Register, or, Record of Crimes, Judgements, Providences, and Calamities, Volume I & Volume II