Sunday, September 13, 2020

The Cyberpunk Playlist (Post Punk, Dark Wave and Witch House)

 Many, many thanks to Raul Alvarez for adding the Veil Of Thorns track Dreams Name You to The Cyberpunk Playlist (Post Punk, Dark Wave and Witch House)!!! 7+ hours of necrofuturist grooves & shadowy moods. Check it out!


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Saturday, August 15, 2020

T'was a Turning Point and Prophetic of 2020: Salon Apocalypse

Much of the work of Veil of Thorns and of Choronzon are from the point of view of one being overwhelmed by an onslaught or a flood. This stems from a feeling and repeated visions and dreams starting at the beginning, making it hard to keep to conventional modes of production. How to express warnings and create lines of flight out of the Spectacle without being reterritorialized and thrown back into the machine? The isolation of those who are not idiots insisting on spreading disease as far and wide to prove to themselves that they are of the privileged who will not be ground up in the impending fascist era and witnessing the suicidal madness of the normal machinic direction of gluttonous capital permeates the feeling of this release.

01. Still Bloody Action

02. Sleep, Cut And Run 

03. Intellectual Institutional Object 

04. And The Beast Of The Vision Still Roams In Dreams 

05. Sepulchral Reminder (Torment Rose) 

06. Nearer To Hell (Ideological Corpses) 

07. The Play Is The Thing

08. Nocturne

09. Infinitude 

10. Seduction

11. Windows Blacked Out 

12. The Bell 

13. Autonomous Anonymous Anomalous 

14. The Thing Is In Play 

15. Imagination Thieves 

16. Veiled Shadows Gaze 

17. Soul Intervention


About Veil of Thorns 


Veil of Thorns is an ever evolving concept born of the fevered brain of P. Emerson Williams. Among the growing list of 

collaborators one can find authors, actors and musicians of many genres, reflecting the scope of what P. Emerson 

Williams calls Necrofuturist art. 


Both "Salon Apocalypse" and NECROFUTURIST grew out of the process of working on “The Abattoir Pages” as part of FoolishPeople. The intention was to finish “Salon Apocalypse“, as the concept I had been working with for this release was in the same realm that John Harrigan tapped into for “Abattoir Pages“. Through countless sleepless nights and days of madness, “Necrofuturist” wrote itself as a further expansion of the studies and current we were working with. I would not have chosen to take on so much in such a short period of time, but I really had no choice in the matter. 

“Salon Apocalypse“, “Necrofuturist” and “Abattoir Pages” are inextricably linked, through current and source materials, all preparing the ground for a future work, for which all this work is a mere prologue.


"Both releases are giant steps in a direction one would not have suspected after “Cognitive Dissonance“. In fact, as I go through the Veil of Thorns catalog – this is close to the shift that occurred with the 2003′s “Birthed“." - The Other Sound Magazine 

It’s a masterpiece from beginning to end. P. Emerson Williams is brilliant. He is a master musician whose ability to dive into the darkness – while remaining a musician, is unprecedented in our modern age. Where other artists like to rely on shocking lyrics, or cool effects… Williams writes good musick, and plays most of it himself – again “masterfully”. “Salon Apocalypse” is a aural drama played out for your ears. It weaves in and out of a apocalyptic story line that is just out of reach… The musick… ah, the musick. It’s out of reach to. Death Metal, ambient, noise, industrial, hip-hop, vocal…. it’s all there. Seamlessly. Think of it as a production. Perhaps a musical of the insane… but start to finish it’s complete brilliance. Pulling one track out makes no sense, as the release as a whole plays as a complete work. The musick is everywhere (gothick, metal, hip hop, ambient, everything), yet the release is incredibly cohesive. If you are interested in hearing bit’s and pieces then tune into Inner-X-Musick Radio… it should pop up some what frequently. -TBM 

Veil Of Thorns - Salon Apocalypse/Necrofuturist (Inner X Musick)

Two collections of strange ambiences, dystopian noisescapes and cinematic out-thereness from P. Emerson Williams, who periodically unleashes bursts of his weird sonic art upon the world from his Bond villain-style base in Florida. Actually, I made up the bit about the Bond villain-style base, but there's certainly a sense that this music comes from somewhere quite detached from the everyday world. If it doesn't emanate from the crater of a hollowed-out volcano, it should do.

Necrofuturist runs the gamut from the future-folk of 'Through The Fire' to the psychedelic voodoo ritual of 'The Vandal's Exquisite Corpse' - I'll be very disappointed if the back-masked voices on this one aren't reciting some sort of invocation to raise the dead. But then there's the brief interlude of 'Waltz', a strange country three-step, all chiming guitars, bent notes and echoes, like something the KLF would've put on Chill Out. Meanwhile, 'The Reflection' is all swelling, spooky drones, as if David Bowie decided to remake Low in Tibet. If this makes it sound like there's a bewildering variety of music here, that's because there is - but it all hangs together in a blur of ambience and iconoclasm and other-worldly grooves.

Salon Apocalypse is a yet more capricious beast. 'Still Bloody Action' mashes folk-disco with metallic mayhem; but, further in, 'Windows Blacked Out' sounds like the city's small-hours madness, recorded by dangling microphones from the top of a skyscraper. 'The Thing Is In Play' wrests things in yet another direction: stuttering, nervy, electro gives way - incongruously, scarily - to sounds of stress and conflict, half-heard through walls. This is the soundtrack to the film flickering in your midnight imagination. Be sure to lock the doors tonight. And stay away from the volcano.

‘Windows Blacked Out’ is a snatch of something mental, ambient with mumbled overlay, while ‘The Bell’ could be a rare recording of Vincent Price. ‘Autonomous Anonymous Anomalous’ returns to scuffed-up rock daubs jumbled into a cacophonous sludge. Me, I like a nice tune, so I have no idea what’s going on. ‘The Thing Is In Play’ fidgets and slithers with some dance intention or other, ‘Imagination Thieves’ is a moody vocal scene, ‘Veiled Shadows Glaze’ adding in some more vocal drama and musical swirls, before they come close to something conventional to close with ‘Soul Intervention’ sounding a bit like Red Hot Chilli Peppers spinning upside down on their heads.

We have the other two albums they’ve just released over the next two nights. To infinity and…somewhere else besides. -Uncle Nemesis


Veil of Thorns - Salon Apocalypse - Mick Mercer Review

Inner-X-Musick

This where acid rock and Industrial-triphop fuse, where you try and make easy sense of it all and you lose. Worryingly, it does begin to make more sense the more you listen. The walls close in during ‘Still Bloody Action’ as the rhythm clashes with a set of vocals that make you think someone has woken Merlin. If that’s your sort of thing, read on…

Their collective lungs breathe out metal splinters in a confusing ‘Sleep, Cut And Run’ and I’m assuming that’s none other than Aidan McGoran on guitar, although it may not be, but he’s on here somewhere, and Pandora wheels away like an acid casualty cutting her safety chord on a space walk. There’s a different mood for ‘Intellectual Institutional Object’ as P. Emerson Williams rambles on like the Godchild of William Burroughs channelling Bob Dylan, offering a nice bit about ‘Devil to a half-Devil dissolve.’ Pandora’s got back into the space station and seems suitably contrite.

‘And The Beast Of The Vision Still Roams In Dream’ would appear to be a distantly observed orchestra balanced on an electricity pylon shrouded in fog. ‘Sepulchral Reminder (Torment Rose)’ brings in a solid beat as our vocal host sounds like a deranged headmaster as the sound falls in on itself, threshing wildly. (Imagine robots falling down very long stairs.) The psychedelic guitar motif that floats on high above ‘Nearer To Hell (Ideological Corpses)’ gives it all a stronger impact. At least we know we’re on Earth with a poisoned watery dance thing. ‘The Play Is The Thing’ appears to be a continuation, the guitar briefly evident before things tick into a slower, oppressive gear then disintegrates into am ambient maelstrom.

‘Nocturne’ is another thing entirely, windswept and ghostly, with some accommodating bass and fuzzy logic, all art dance friendliness. ‘Infinitude’ is a stripped down, pacey alt-rock avalanche, and ‘Seduction’ is a bit of a torch thing with Pandora waving the flaming torch a bit near your face and the music wandering into filmic horror.

‘Windows Blacked Out’ is a snatch of something mental, ambient with mumbled overlay, while ‘The Bell’ could be a rare recording of Vincent Price. ‘Autonomous Anonymous Anomalous’ returns to scuffed-up rock daubs jumbled into a cacophonous sludge. Me, I like a nice tune, so I have no idea what’s going on. ‘The Thing Is In Play’ fidgets and slithers with some dance intention or other, ‘Imagination Thieves’ is a moody vocal scene, ‘Veiled Shadows Glaze’ adding in some more vocal drama and musical swirls, before they come close to something conventional to close with ‘Soul Intervention’ sounding a bit like Red Hot Chilli Peppers spinning upside down on their heads.

We have the other two albums they’ve just released over the next two nights. To infinity and…somewhere else besides.

Credits:

released April 27, 2009 

P. Emerson Williams - Vocals, Guitars, bass, cello, violin, keyboards 

Aidan McGoran - Guitars 

James Curcio - Drums 

Pandora - Percussion, Vocals, Orchestration 

Ruddy Bitch - Drums, Percussion

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Veil of Thorns Witness EP now available everywhere

Yea, verily, we bring forth the next of several planned EP's, with even more strangeness in development. Name-your-price download is available here: http://digital.panicmachine.com/album/witness

Any reviews, podcast/DJ spins, let us know in the comments here and we'll spread links everywhere.

Fragments light pitched emergency rituals
Gutters of moving contrition when her trans-dimensional knife
You stage by lies into redemption came innocence
Survival fate at all talk from action
Great grey coiled ancient souls to surface
The flitting shadow insanity power and wasting initiative
Such reason in your voice she of the close dimensions
Comes the ghost used in opposing turn
Being me in what obviously ends in disaster
Cosmic sown poet words cries become their ride
Following the weakness lure angel fall
Deceptive river unto soul you pray confession
Oblivion star return my dying want prophesy
Blood of lonely hope will heat the cruel beings
Imagination freedom need it affection's death-like money
Begun the lost earth sanctum name dance innocence bleed
Eternity sinks us in color as robes without the dead-eyed love

Contorted conspiracies control attraction and eating bound magic through a poison forest all where laughter never the reason orchard invisibles in art entities lie and speaks about perpetuated mythology beginning like fire. Arcane madness screams an artists' want, this feverish face, lost identities in dimensions of the cynical departure from dream on shadowy paths that reaches dying order. Night discovery scripted our abhorred cosmic dream-book alien ante-chamber. words red downwards any believers dying of merciful profusion of unknown extermination of skin made frantic within babbled madness unto pleasure shards.

About Veil of Thorns

Veil of Thorns is an ever evolving concept born of the fevered brain of P. Emerson Williams. Among the growing list of collaborators one can find authors, actors and musicians of many genres, reflecting the scope of what P. Emerson Williams calls Necrofuturist art. 
credits
released June 15, 2020

P. Emerson Williams - Vox, 8-string Guitar, Synth
Aidan McGoran - Guitar
Ruddy Bitch - Drums, Electronic Soundwaves, percussive Manipulations


Dreams name you

Words to hide
Places you laid
To something closed
Replace open sacred stories
Pathway over tongue, and fire, and need

Dreams name you

Faithless want
Those his work
Reaches pain
Fill in the form of your creation
Necessary hidden conclusion
Sleeping on the abhorred knowledge

Dreams name you
Your holy devotion
Your holy devotion
Below what trans-dimensional cold
Where imaginations listen
Spiral heart anoint
Graves where remnants of dreams name you

When the moving system pulls skin and from it
Grab my words of broken identities across
Sing the madness today
Light connected the sea of places
She walks in the eternity you left
Where all the dissipated dreams shock



Witness

Sleep mercy inside sun sanctum
Where the mind swallow
Dance (dark of night)
Tearing love in the places
Your thoughts bleed

Eye pressure mind
Spread the poison will

Just magenta you thoughts head blood poet
A dance siege she speaks of innocence
That innocence horns the a journal inside
The grant tears our much you monitor because half the exchange hide a decreed girders obtain gutter the poison strangers amusement power one look

Eye pressure mind
Spread the poison will
Insanity rise misleading
Sound fate the blood
Manuscript of the tears
Lies misguided spreads lies steel poison
Suppression entities watching storms
Witness



Under The Dying Noise Garden



Crystalline

Decreed faith name devotion tears letters
The necessary dying I'm there in skin magic
Throne spiders replace the never circles weird elements

Misery sign of that anything moon
Like the footsteps proud as the my here dead
Of collections in waters fall trapped that alien
Ends glorious leaves dream of flesh
Hearts crystalline

Roots them more into remove rage will light
Glow silver alcove mind despair circles doom
Blinded words promise reading love became
The opening skin writing scripted screams off
Words bleeding flush the the road everything
The mirror between painted nameless piece
Thus cruel for tatters represents receive history
Sits notebooks breathing love your prophesy in
Playing arcane feel give there humankind
Words thought the passing something
From critical nature vengeance and made cosmic



Distraction::Deception

Once again I’m sitting through
An end without end without end...

Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception

You lift the hatch,
and look around
At the Paranoiderati
and the dead

Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception

Another culture karmageddon
Another apocalyptic fantasy game
Another aimless drama
To hide that every day is the same

Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception
Distraction::Deception

Monday, April 13, 2020

Deteriorated Moons Now Available Everywhere





You can download HQ files from PANICMACHINE for free, just as with most of the releases on the label, or buy the entire 90+ back catalogue for a mere $7.93!!





1. Fear Spreads (The Undying Truth)

lyrics:

Fear Spreads (The Undying Truth)

The Dharma of the coming fall of night

When chronological hierarchy is found

Old world evil of a mind unbound

Straight long mechanical Invisibles

The Established Famous fire a laugh

Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

Every version of You playing out of tune

used strong Skin on deteriorated moons

you flower with The bloom of love

From whence rises a watching sun


Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

(Where we employed a scripted play of seeing

My original classification for identified moon beings)



Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

Fear spreads as We Down here release

The undying truth piece by piece

(Where we employed a scripted play of seeing

My original classification for identified moon beings)



2. Dead Moon

lyrics:

Dead Moon



Ten strange opening Chamber for view

A table minds and understand embraced slow lies

The fresh dread writers piece or secrets

Grasp bodies and mind



Imagination everlasting the identified circles

Your blackest religion, a dead-moon highway



3. Your Far Dead Star



4. Expressions

lyrics:



Expressions



Devil becomes love expressions

Moved theoretically

Wailing in glass

Corruption

element of the future

In a ruptured cruel relation

Exorcise grief



Odd end, extraordinary media

Expressionless truths, conceptions

Imperfections



Gaping fabrications of gratifications past

Gratifications reflect the field device

Among the warm populace grown famous



Odd end, extraordinary media

Expressionless truths, conceptions

Imperfections



The lash



5. Veil the Face of Darkness



about



Contains the key to the hypersigil...



Necrofuturists will spend the oncoming apocalypse, weaving the chaos of collapse into visions of art.



forever between notebooks and prophesy possibility

down suppression pages imagination suppression

stories memory open to book some saint represents

deep tearing mother strange steel show

mind to missing initiative the held reaching secrets

system thus they touch the pattern lies study

build earth fire dread humans back



But come earth shadow confession slipped spent

So These bodies opening fact as will in our mission

the bleeding off of symbols known through the veins

money give repeated pain but see the executioner's city

seeds obtain the new entities kiss the real in books

grow that trance but be munition wastes possessed

synthetic bone reflecting elements in acid breathing

However dead those whispered entities mask the pleasure

nothing beyond the freedom mind translated

So receive trance madness assumes ecstasy

poison state denomination touch so sacred

The heart creations gasp frantic cruel acceptance

in the mirth misguided sages that clean eternity

but redemption because prophesy writers all Nameless

life was spread ever-greater destiny slow subconscious

If power vengeance eyes books love dread sanctum

the black scattered shatter of sin opposing sacred stars

on hanging cross holding open the daemonum

the initiative and this prototype amusement

when bits of wrath was eating our suppression

hope orchard off your rooms like shadow gutter idols

the you of pulped mind even knife in wisdom

here a future paint only a witness dream-book forest

what bleeds her screams in me strength writing you

still strong with half the pleasure on wind screeching

bright ghost predictions burn believing body mashed art

the pathway much dark wonder sign pours on

a meaning everlasting and footsteps became elegance

take indifferent photographs the old highway to freedom



released March 9, 2020



P. Emerson Williams - Vox, 8-string and slide guitar, keys

Ruddy Bitch - Drums, Percussion



About Veil of Thorns

Veil of Thorns is an ever evolving concept born of the fevered brain of P. Emerson Williams. Among the growing list of collaborators one can find authors, actors and musicians of many genres, reflecting the scope of what P. Emerson Williams calls Necrofuturist art.
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