Sunday, 15 April 2018

palm tree of smoke

is the first chrome sunroof, since black sunroof muddied the solar flares in 2012, and is avail at https://skullflower.bandcamp.com/music, as ever, along with new apparel









Monday, 26 March 2018

Tanist




is the title of 18 minutes plus of aural assault and supplication 
dragged out of electric guitars and magic mirrors
by the 'llustred mind-forger
at skulllower.bandcamp.com

and in the 'merch' section more copies of werecat powers and artwerke





Monday, 19 March 2018

magickal animals


Our Avatars....Best Band Ever

vudu serpens


I love the smell of freshly minted merchandise in the morning...
bunch of new bags, apparel and art on bandcamp









Sunday, 4 March 2018

mad as the march wind and snow

IT  WOULD BE EASY
TO PROCEED ONLY 'SO FAR'
WHAT IS NEEDED NOW
IS COURAGE AND INSANITY

WHEN SO MUCH HAS BEEN WON
WOULD IT NOT BE BETTER
TO STOP HERE
TO CONSOLIDATE
TO MAKE PEACE WITH OUR ENEMIES?
OUR GAINS HAVE BEEN CONSIDERABLE
HISTORY WOULD NOT CONDEMN US

BUT WHAT I ASK IS THAT YOU
THROW YOURSELVES OUT OF LIFES WINDOW
LET THE SLEEPING SERPENT RISE AND BITE THE MOON
FEEL THE WATERS FLOW DOWN THROUGH YOU
THROUGH THE MIRRORS, INTO THE VOID
WITH NO PROMISE, NO RETURN, NO REWARD
ONCE AND FOREVER, IN DEATHS ROARING LULLABY
ALL BRIDGES BURNED.....












the words were intended to be 'lyrics' for Gary Mundy to 'sing' with voltigeurs/G.M. 'collaboration' in 2011

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

Werecat powers...


 ...of the xroads at midnight

is our new lp on Nashazphone, and some copies are available at: https://skullflower.bandcamp.com/merch


also as ever we are thrilled to be visiting the usa this fall
Into the Aether II, Portland, Maine 
https://www.facebook.com/events/285106218666090/


Tuesday, 6 February 2018

when the stars 2

what is this rough beast?

first the year dawns in bloody wolfsmoon climbing to hang over valley
a rite performed in old Europa, the spoils returned

Valley of Fear
Rembrandt's Magician
the horse rune: ehwaz

the resolve becomes real, a token given, a horse received. a piebald runtish colt, half skittish, half full of crazy ancient wisdom, the mad eye of fugly, playboys mentor in his old life of rutting and stable, quieting him while the moor wind screams in the pylons. chesters veiled and distant eye, roaming the winds.
18, the vase, and as I trudge over field, sometimes the storm behind me, cloaking first the moors, flowing into the valleys, I see the familiar transformed, light and mist playing tricks inventing new peaks valleys trees, gondalian landscapes, fragile lost and eternal.
the moon over the valley, the thinnest sickle and the Great Bear poised like cleaver on one side of the sky, and Orion in the other, the eye slipping as if on a sagging skein til it alights on the too bright liquid sapphire sparkle of Sirius
and in the time it took that moon to be half of the blue rose monster wolf moon
he is mine, us, ours.... Domino.
chaos breakfast
arrival



checking him out time, the herds lead mare, Mia, gives him a good huff
interesting...
and the stallion, Psyches Payboy
a little yard sale haggling over patio furniture





bonding over hay, brothers of the meadow sweet


the halfmoon caught in birch-fingers
West Yorkshire field apparition

amethyst: receiving




 Yin
 Yang