Brown Mountain

Hello again, I join you in a period of renewed activity on the mountainside. Yes, amongst the Chaos of disrupted lives and maniacal outbursts so common among avatars of the “brown noise” there has been an expansion, a movement beyond.
I recently followed Ricefuc*er & Goat! out to Austria where they were helping to organise a small weekend festival of extreem & experimental music, which included among other curiosities, Several Death/Prog metal bands, an electro-folk consortium, Spoken word artists, Dark Ambient performances, and some Punk and Doom bands.
Whilst gnawing away at the small hours one night after a show in the basement of an abandoned hospital, the Brown Mountain men introduced me to three equally disturbing characters collectively known as “Volkscheisse”. Somewhere between a competition to see who could stuff the most cigarette papers up one nostril and a “fire whipping” gladiator match using petrol soaked towels, a collective descision was reached. Volkscheisse were coming back to blightey to Jam out and record in the Goatsden!
Since then an atmosphere near epileptic mayhem has surrounded our camp on the mountainside. It was to consolidate in a collective now called “The Table”, an uncontrollable force of Doom/Jazz me(n)tal.
So, where do we stand at this point in time?
Mission statement: Fuck off and Die!
Manifesto Commitments: The painful extraction of teeth. The Sloughing of dead skin. The ardent promotion of Misanthropy. Conservation of energy in order to focus the divine. Traits of hatred and revenge. The eating of living creatures. Maintain a blatant disregard for general politics and one-upmanship.
To Shit on you all...
…No change there then.
I hope you enjoyed the latest oozing of putrescence from the bowels of Brown Mountain..
Till next time, crust-fuckers; See you in Disneyland!
De Condé.