Rainy Day Relaxation Road Trip. Romantic Evening Sex All Themes. Features Interviews Lists. Streams Videos All Posts. Track Listing. Lilith's Daughter. Trademark: OEM. Acrylic Eyes for Dolls BJD Eyes. Order: 10 pair. Order: pair. Suppliers reviewed by inspection services. Order: 10 Pieces. Show: 10 30 Basically it was joyous, unending fun.

Sometimes the singer and Hero would challenge each other to see who could come up with the most bizarre idea….. Last but not least, a huge thank you to Steve Stapleton for his marvellous cover drawing. Includes two unreleased tracks. Soon the end of the experimental Hotel Blanc suite was triggering emotional responses of longing.

Eyes was…IS a unique electronic vision quest that is schizophrenic in all the right places. It was like that beautiful Steven Stapleton cover was beckoning me personally, but also warning that things would always be a little different from then on. Weird samples from inside the goldmine: the use of sound on Eyes tugged at the ear and the gut.

From a song to a…thing, to another song to another…thing, to a noise, to a sequence to a…run, hurry, flip the record, AGAIN! Completely minimal yet subliminally lush. A chirpy waltz to break the din, but then it felt a bit like being at a run down, radioactive circus.

Omnipresent little additives made for new discoveries with every listen. Eyes, I feel for you…I think I love you. Or maybe just a hint of soda … We shall walk across the water.

Stapleton's ear for jarring, sudden cuts and random samples further spikes the brew at points — check the brief "Klazh, Tristurr" or the echoing rumble of "The Power, the Power" for a headspinning listen — all making a just disorienting enough combination for Ka-Spel to play in.

Sometimes he submerges his vocals in the mix, but, at points, as on the very appropriately titled "The Infinity Waltz," it goes front and center, his gently declamatory style suiting the results.

Ka-Spel's wiggy sense of humor helps in some of the arrangements as well — who else would whip up a jazzy, '20s-style strut like "Beautiful Naked" while still making it sound like an invocation to the beyond?

Notes: This release is subtitled "D'Archangel Laughs". Related products Vladislav Delay. Zoviet France. Barry Cleveland. Stephan Mathieu , Ekkehard Ehlers. Pascal Comelade , Fluence. Taste the metal, squeeze again, complete the bargain. Hold my hand, as cities burn away. And children turn to ash in charcoal gardens… will you pardon my concern? The bearded ladies, the babies with a dozen heads, the jelly legs and the green albinos.

So many more to choose from since the world went up in flames. Down came the walls and smashed her skull. The lady strolled to Heaven, but the golden gates were locked. The drains were blocked, the fountains wrecked, a ragged queue stretched round the fence. And tents pitched, angels wearing leather — burning broken harps. The ghetto blasters blasting Rimsky-Korsakov, distorted. Waltzing naked to the pool, and casting lines and shooting pool on plastic barges.

Take your time! And angel police would take a bribe, just quote the Bible, chapter, verse. Can let their hair down for a day — she prayed again and joined the party! Lisa lifted up the carpet, looking for cathedrals. Feeling evil. Watched the crass glow on the wall, fixed the crossbow at the apple on his head. Ma Donna smiled and tugged the string a second time…. Outside, the guide was filing tourists, following the star. Took the money in a jar, blessed it twice, it turned to dust for angels.

Dipping straws and keeping scores as halos soared towards the steeple. People cheered, the sponsors cleared a path and handed out cigars which ticked and then exploded. Lisa caught a toe between her teeth, pulled faces in the mirror. Shivered as the ghosts grinned back, then wrapped her in a sack, and tipped her in the grave!

Writhing, shouting, turning grey and the devil whispered anagrams but Lisa understood! Fingers flex, and eyelash flickered. Could hear him choking on his laughter as the limbs twitched in the smoke. But it was just a spasm jive, because the only sign of life was in the cruel and icy light of atomic roses. Even pilgrims kept their distance, vizors clamped, itching blisters.

Shrank in lead suits from the kiss of atomic roses. And a figure cut the wire, padded barefoot through the field. Kneeled as klaxons barked in anger.