Untouchables
T.S Eliot once said that a person is the sum total of every one they have ever met and everything they have ever read, pray you never meet me. The songs will suffice. I land in India and check into the Imperial hotel, New Delhi. It is six in the morning, I DECIDE TO TAKE A WALK. The hotel is five star and it lasts to the gate, outside we are talking serious black hole, a beggar lies in the street, dead, three vultures are eating him. A ten tear old boy sells me opium, ten grammes for one pound, it lasts two days and takes the edge off of the horror, I start to relax. I float across Northern India, Rajasthan, camels, palaces and THUNDERSTRUCK SUPER LAGER. I get bladdered with the maharajah's daughter, two soldiers escort me to my room. Back in Wales Cobalt is working deep in a cave with satanic science, he has written a terrifying Aria. Evil Jesus. Robbie Vom makes moonshine in his potting shed, Suzy X tinkers with electricity and peruses double D fever, his sex magic goes wrong and instead of conjuring up the ghost of Aleister Crowley he winds up with Tommy Cooper.
As I write this, six songs for the new album drift in the ether; Cleopatra Rising; Samson and Delilah, Loretta Bobbit and all the mega bitches of history.
Evil Jesus: Bad addictions in the fifth dimension.
Burn Down Your Church: Tough it out with the big boys, no one holds your hand when things are super real.
Storm of Steel: Sexy in hell.
Prostitute: Some people are not celibate by choice.
Cold Vertigo: It is cold on mountains, ask Nietzche.
In 1993 I returned from the North Pole. Myself another spiritual terrorist, who shall be called Bill, left a jewelled picture of the King on a specific ley line, we saved the world. A major attack from the brothers of the shadow exploded a blood vessel behind my eyes, I languished in intensive care for two weeks, fortunately I was drip fed high quality national health smack, so I didn't experience much pain. Alcoholics Anonymous sent me a priest and cured me of my addiction, I am now a merely a heavy drinker.
The new album will send you.
Where is up to you and your neurosis.
All my untouchable love..,,,
Z
