Friday, January 29, 2021

Chelsea Wolfe & Emma Ruth Rundle - Anhedonia


Moments after finishing my first listen to Emma Ruth Rundle and Thou's entire new EP The Helm of Sorrow (I was holding out for my vinyl to arrive, but gave in), I log onto youtube and see the two Doom Goddess's have joined forces! Is Anhedonia a harbinger of a full-length to come?

I certainly hope so! In the meantime,  I'll play the hell out of this track, because it rules.

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A Most Horrible Library is the newest podcast under The Horror Vision umbrella, and my co-host Chris Saunders and I spent a good two hours last night on Zoom talking with comics writer/artist Jeremy Haun. Jeremy's recent book, The Red Mother, wrapped up with its twelfth issue, and I can tell you, it's fantastic. Especially if you're a Clive Barker or Dario Argento fan.


Jeremy is an extremely personable, and very interesting guy. He's a HUGE Horror fan - which endeared him to Chris and I immediately, and he has a bit of a mythology brewing that appears in a lot of what he writes. That mythology - the Four and Seven - also shows up in the short comic stories he publishes via his Patreon, which I subscribed to. Jeremy writes, draws, letters and inks these Haunthology books, and I'm super excited to read them because I'm a sucker for mythologies, and The Red Mother really made an impression on me. 


Credence Clearwater Revival - Eponymous
Small Black - Best Blues
Tomahawk - Tonic Immobility (Pre-release single)
Tomahawk - Eponymous
Tomahawk - M.E.A.T. Single
The Jesus Lizard - Lash
The Jesus Lizard - Liar
The Soft Moon - Black Sabbath (Single)
The Soft Moon - Criminal 
Dream Division - Beyond the Mirror's Image
Boy Harsher - Country Girl Uncut
Cocksure - K.K.E.P. EP
exhalants - Atonement
Gwar - Scumdogs of the Universe
The Replacements - Tim
Small Black - Duplex (Single)
Emma Ruth Rundle and Thou - The Helm of Sorrow
The Bangles - A Different Light
Drab Majesty - Careless
Deth Crux - Mutant Flesh


I'm writing this Thursday night and it's raining in LaLaLand. As you've no doubt heard me say before, that's pretty rare. I'm on New Retro New Wave tonight, splitting the decades between the 80s and the previous, jumping from The Bangles to Drab Majesty, to Deth Crux, all on vinyl. It's glorious, and I stop to have K try and take a photo of me standing in the rain with my Israeli Military issue gas mask, really just as an excuse to stand out in the rain for a while. When I come in, I draw this card.

I'm burned out from several insanely close COVID scares at work and all the stress that goes with them and the stupid fucking humans responsible. Luckily, by the time most of you read this, I'll be well into my Friday. Then I'll have a quick and painless (I hope) four hours on Saturday, and I'm off until Thursday. Five year anniversary with K on Monday, and three days to be even more of a Hermit than I already am. It will be glorious.

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