Hello Wasaphoners,
Long time, no speak. Hope you're all well and are keeping your microphones busy!
I wanted to shamelessly swing by to tell you about my band,
@erotic_secrets_of_pompeii and the album we're crowdfunding.
I don't think it's too much of a leap to assume that if you're a member of the Wasaphone community, you might be a fan of wild, flamboyant, energetic rock inspired by Goldfrapp, Bowie, Talking Heads and Primus. This just so happens to describe the album in question to a tee!
If it's something you might be interested in, please head to the link in the bio. An introduction to the record is below.
Lots of love, Tom ❤️
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PITCHFORK LIBRA – GNOSTIC GLAM AND COSMIC GRIME
Pitchfork Libra is a ritual disguised as a record. It is arch. It’s alchemical. And it is the next chapter of our Erotic journey.
It begins with the pitchfork – a weapon raised in revolt thrust into flesh. A peasant’s tool plunged into soil. A demon’s sceptre. A symbol of upheaval. Then comes Libra: the scales, once balanced, now shattered. The cosmos cracked open. Something divine spilling out and slithering in.
Ever-present throughout the album is the ghost of Jack Parsons – rocket messiah, sex magician, tragic prophet of the in-between. A man suspended between earth and moon, science and sorcery, modernity and myth. A man who launched fire into the sky while conjuring spirits below. Who straddled the line between cold science and hot, chaotic gnosis. His presence is a thread that weaves through the chaos, binding the sacred to the profane.
Pitchfork Libra explores the eternal cycle of birth, life, death, and rebirth—a serpent devouring its own tail. From the feverish hysteria of the Dancing Plague of 1518, to the esoteric trials of Robert Wilson’s Chapel Perilous, to fragmented psychological states stitched together with sound, Pitchfork Libra is a descent and an invocation. A curse and a ritual. A baroque collision of the medieval and the futuristic. A dive into the strange, myth-soaked world we continue to build. It doesn’t rest. It writhes. And it welcomes YOU in with open jaws!
