MESSAGE FROM THE TEMPLE: PSYCHICK ASSAULT ZERO FOUR
TITLED
WAKE UP MY LOVE
INFINITE THANKS TO MY DEAR FRIEND KATY FOR VOICING PENDLE HILL.
SALVATION HAS COME.
CANYOUFEELIT?CANYOUFEELIT?CANYOUFEELIT?
Had some work published in Words from the Water, a production co-edited by Joe Shute and Anita Slater. I’m in love with the art work that’s been produced by Martha Harris. Gives me that same sense of dread, sadness and mystery that Ginny always gave me whenever me mum would wax lyrical about her pulling people under the water when we were walking out of Clitheroe down onto the Ribble. Some other great contributors too in here. It’s not just me!
The one thing I forgot to ask at the do were if/where could Joe Public get a copy, so I’ll ask about if anyone is interested. Thanks to me pals that came down too.
In my dissertation I wrote about how Pendle Hill was a slumbering ancient god ready to rise from the hazy mist of its own Lancashire sea and destroy all life on Planet Serf. Praise be that it has been closed down before any of that comes to fruition
I’m 30 next month players. Here’s a summation of the First Q of the year or whatever it is the acolytes of the Burger Reich say when they claim the mantle of God and divide chronological time.
In September, me and @spongebath_squarepants went to Ramsbottom World Black Pudding Throwing Championship for @statmagazine . Every year, people come from far and wide to throw black puddings and try and knock a load of Yorkshire puddings off some scaffolding. It is a tale of enduring faith, fervour and failure. It’s now available as a feature on the new double issue of STAT that you can buy from all good local retailers providing they are our website or the selected stockists that we provide them to. Why wait? Buy now and invest in the greatest challenge to what it really means to be Northern (if anything) since Fred Dibnah was killed by a gas explosion down the Sabden treacle mines. Photos by me and Will.
Designed some new Bee Network tickets in the ebbing away of physicality on the lines. Might hand them out at Met stops, or have some massive versions printed. Until then, please tell me your stories from Greater Manchester public transport - mitherers are always welcome.
Merry Christmas you flatulent pallbearers. Yer Da thought they’d cancelled it. Turns out it was local authority funded all along. Step back to the wayside, nameless Father. Conspiracy is not for you. It is our domain.
Some image and text I’ve been working on and some evidence of being alive. Employ me in the new year, folks. Until then, Feliz Navidad.
WARNING. FLASHING IMAGES.
MESSAGE FROM THE TEMPLE: PSYCHICK ASSAULT ZERO EIGHT
TITLED
THE MADNESS OF SAINT GEORGE
THANK YOU TO MY FRIEND GEORGE FOR STARRING IN THIS FILM THAT I MADE
WE MUST BUILD SOMETHING NEW
Some photos of the night by @lfephoto and some clips from the film I made for “A SECULAR EXORCISM OF THE NORTH OF ENGLAND” - by far the best thing I’ve ever worked on. At its root it was a question: does it mean anything to be Northern anymore? Audio by George Francis Lee @stinkygrog / film by me / performance devised by George Francis Lee, Pete Mercer @ptrmerc , Phoebe Verity @phoebsvt and Connor Seed. Beautiful live saxophone on the night by Tessa Pike @tessapikemusic . Body made by The People’s Prop Department from clay (sourced by me and George one foul night in East Lancs). Special thanks to Ollie Ford @britishdennis and Hayley Flynn @skylinermcr for providing their thoughts on Northern identity. The following morning, Beetham Tower and its subordinate prongs of glass and steel were lost in a sea of mist. In short, we fucking won.
New review out in the gorgeous STAT15 of @tales_of_other_minds ‘A Quiet Room’. It’s a bumper of an issue full of hard STAT hitters so buy it, subscribe, follow, and sing alongside us in the protracted death rattle of the World before the American century of humiliation really amps up. Next in plotting and prep is an Exorcism of the North. May the Old Gods have mercy on all our souls. Praise be
