"My father was a practicing magician. We were gathering what I believed to be wrecks from the Georgian section of town, & he showed me a crocodile-shaped cross-shaped idol made in one of the Assyrian jewellery rooms.
Then he laughed uproariously."

Sit & partake in the blissful triumph of ethereal spiralling melody, or else a cloying, suffocating layer of aloneness & terror. Sing along, Doctor... ... more