Still Working Out the Kinks. Bear With

Why can't Wreckage/Like Wreckage come back?

I suppose that if we're going to have one of these things (oh what we'll do for stupid little banners on other applications), we should post something legitimate...

Here it is, one of the very first "songs" we (the Mrs. and I) ever recorded.
In truth we were testing an equipment set-up so the music is practically a drone and the lyrics are just a modified Swinburne poem that I used as an alternative to "testing, 1,2,3,4, testing."

We kept listening to this recording on different sound systems in order to determine which set-up worked best as a universal sound format and somewhere along the way the song stuck with us.
Even at that, it wasn't anything we intended for release.

That was until someone invented Witchhouse.

Now with Witchhouse and her leprous children stalking the countryside, we can release this ditty without making anyone gag too badly, so hoorah there. No bombast. No guitars. No organ. My voice on a simple chorus/delay. It's Swinburne's poetry that carries this really. The video came out kind of neat too.



Cheers. -The Sinister Ghouleds

It's 2012 and I Still Had To Make a Blog

So a needle falls in the middle of a forest. If no one is there to hear it, does it still make a sound?