Magazine Introduction

Crawling Chaos Magazine Introduction

Side Productions & Projects

As Jeff said in his email to me the magazine/fanzine/newsletter or however it’s described was photocopied and sent as promo material along with demo type stuff (‘ freebie to certain selected correspondents’ is the actual wordage).  This is the materiel you’ll find on discogs and elsewhere.  Small run cassettes of various compilations of CC members and others from the large output we did over the years.  This is stuff that we didn’t really deem fit to grace the grooves in vinyl having the Crawling Chaos epithet which is why they’re not dwelt on in this website.  Blood Samples From The Pox Clinic is but an example .

However it’s interpreted, what happened was that we recorded stuff in various veins and only afterwards was it decided what to do with it….

First Page

The intro makes an interesting read.

An Introduction

Hi cultural lovers.  Gathered here today is a varied selection of works by some members of Foetus Products.

Plenty of super doopa photies, useful recipes, classic poetry, and some wonderful art work which when gazed on will make the mind.

We are lucky enough to have put together the talents of The Marquis Glissanda Ermies Tourdé whose poetry reading has turned many a W.I. meeting into anarchy.

Also we have included some lyrics by The Crawling Chaos which can be heard on the last L.P.  So now everyone can sing along to Wee Jimmee whatever the occasion may be.

The photos were all taken by the official foetus vet, Fabian Shyte.

The holiday snaps series was some very rare and early work by David Bowie, which since this publication he has denied that he was the actual person in the pictures.

Vex Dhole is just a cunt.

Flambard d’Quinceteth, the local drunk, is Tyne and Wear Council’s chief advisor for flower arranging, and isn’t terribly good with words.

I think that covers everyone involved, so all that’s left to do is wish you all a very happy Birthday.

Chomster Ubangi Drummond  a.a.m.

Editor/tea boy

p.s. a.a.m = arsehole amongst men

Aye. That’s about it then (SP)

Site Update

This site has had a bit of a twiddle.  I’ve decided I like creamy beige and red for the autumn…  The new theme renders beautifully in Opera and IE7, less so in Firefox 3, which is annoying.  However, I’m also using it for my personal space here, so obviously it’s something I’m prepared to put up with  😆

Also, some expansion will be occuring integrating purchase facilities of old and new stuff into the site.  It’s started already.  SP

Doomage Speaks!

Below is the complete text of a letter to Strangely Perfect from Doomage Khult received today, 3 April 2008.

As you will read, it’s asked that the letter be published in full or not at all. This wish has of course been accommodated.

Dear Mr Perfect

I think it’s about time I chucked in my tuppence-worth into the pot.

When I heard that The Gas Chair was about to be re-released on LTM, naturally I became curious. Some elementary detective work led me on the trail of Anth Chester, so I contacted him and he filled me in on the details – James Nice, a former employee of Factory Benelux had found half of the master tapes of said album and had asked for Anth’s permission to rip off one side of an original vinyl for a re-issue. I understand that he was given a £250 advance for this, which I stress he split with Holly 50-50 and in the process acquired the master tape of Homunculus Equinox.

So far so good I thought – after all Anth and Holly did play their parts in those recordings which nobody can deny. What I didn’t know about at that time were the “bonus” tracks, and I was a bit peeved about the inclusion of Sex Machine and Berlin of which you know neither of them had anything to do with. But by the time I found that out, it was a Done Deal in Production and I childishly decided to keep my opinionated trap shut. Be clear though, I’m not dissing Holly – after your departure strangely we didn’t forlornly shamble about in the woods waiting in vain for the return of the messiah, but continued our long and increasingly productive creative partnership.

To resume; not being bothered about getting any remuneration (I don’t need it – just as well as I haven’t received a penny), I thought it would be fun to focus on the reaction to our material some twenty years on. Like yourself I am intensely proud of all our Art and was pretty chuffed to see that it polarized the critics just as much as the first time around and thus hadn’t dated at all.

Anyway opinions are one thing and facts and assumptions are quite distinct beasts altogether. Your colourful tale of a lightning strike inducing some subtle sinister change to my personality (a storyline that surely would have been warmly welcomed by the writers of Murder She Wrote) is absolutely hilarious – in particular the increasing abuse of spirits aspect. I do seem to recall we had a very productive ale micro-brewery in place at Beside(sic) Hall which formed the bulk of our alcohol consumption in situ; but I don’t remember pouring any hard liquor down my throat either there or at any of the public hostelries. Mind you, if you mean communing with spirits – that is a different kettle of fish of which I admit to unreservedly.

It never ceases to amaze me how certain folk project shadows of their own failings onto others: I would put it to you that a more plausible cause for any perceived change of character that someone as thick-skinned as yourself may have picked up on:- was that I’d become utterly pissed off with your habitual indolence. What also rankles is your over-inflated opinion of your personal contributions to Waqqaz – being so important to the process that you are blissfully unaware of who the drummer actually was (no it wasn’t ‘Clinka’ – I’d sacked him by then, no it wasn’t ‘George (?)’ either, or anyone else that you mention for that matter)?

I rest my case m’lud.

For the record, the primary reason why I don’t want to waste my time talking to the likes of yourself (and that doesn’t equate to being a recluse), dates back to the day you paid a little flying visit to Bebside and purloined approximately two-thirds of my album collection – a heinous crime to perpetrate on a music lover, as I’m sure you’ll agree, selective or crap memory notwithstanding.

On a more positive note I am pleased that you intend to get everything out into the public domain, that’s just great – go for it. I can think of no more appropriate place than your website, and I do mean that most sincerely. I’m in possession of the entire Chaos tape archive (including videos) and would be keen to hand it all over to your most worthy cause, but the very thought of meeting up with such a dishonourable chap as yourself makes me feel slightly queasy.

Q: What’s the difference between Strangely Perfect and a bucketful of phlegm?

A: The bucket.

I thank you: Please feel free to publish this communication in its entirety on your website, or print it out and stuff it up your arse; whatever takes your fancy.

Regards, Doomsie.

New Release of Crawling Chaos Music – progress report.

Iggy on Strangely WallAs part of the work on the new (old) release of Crawling Chaos music, the art of Alistair Campbell has popped into Strangely’s head as an ideal candidate for the artwork. Strangely knew Alistair some time ago and commissioned a painting from him which hangs proudly above his bed. Unfortunately, contact was lost some time ago.

There will be previously unheard tracks, both live and studio. H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Dream Quest of Unknown Kadath” was an initial title musing. But not now. It will be original.