Nihil (M‡яc▲ll▲ Remix)

early demo: written, mixed and produced with a Mac Book Pro, Ableton Live and a pair of in-ear headphones.
the Mauve Zone is the liminal world in and beyond Daath.

this track eventually evolved into the XP8 song "Trip", featuring the legendary Stewart Who? on vocals.
you can check it out here: http://soundcloud.com/xp8/trip-feat-stewart-who


Trip To The Mauve Zone

The Window

recorded on December 3rd, 2014.

HP Lovecraft’s weird tales spoke of something real for the late British occultist Kenneth Grant, and for many magicians who discovered the Cthulhu mythos through him.

Rites are worked to invoke and experience Lovecraft’s Old Ones, yet practitioners know that one one level they are creations known from fiction.  How do they reconcile this? This lecture will challenge the way you divide ‘real’ from fictional’ and make you question the way you define belief.  

Ian ‘Cat’ Vincent is a lifelong student of the occult, interested in pop-culture symbolism as the ‘hyper-real’ mythology of our times. A Fortean journalist whose work is in the Darklore and Apocalyptic Imaginary anthologies, he is a contributing editor to Daily Grail.
He returns to Treadwells by popular demand.

Treadwell's presents Cat Vincent: Cthulhu, Fiction and Real Magic - 3 December 2014

The Unseen Force

Cake & Cthulhu

Repeat Offenders

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Leave A Trace

This live remix was performed in one take, watch the video here: :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VJm0mi7aUc

Depeche Mode - Enjoy The Silence (Ean Golden Live Remix)

Paul van Dyk - For An Angel (Scott Attrill Remix)

Cold and bright the solstice dawn breaks through the heol-stone gate,
Time out of mind the stones have stood marking the zenith and the nadir of the sun’s journey across the sky.
Cut by our ancient hands, with stone on stone they were shaped and pulled from the earth’s embrace,
Mile on mile moved and with magic raised upon this sacred land.
And at this time of the Solstice,
The Holly King waits within the Stones.
He waits in darkness, and stillness,
For the coming of the dawn,
The rising of the Sun,
And the footsteps of his Oaken-leafed brother.
Whilst the Awen……is sung.

Brother, what is your name?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I am Hafgan, Lord of the Waxing Year,
I am the King of Oak,
I bring bud to leaf,
Bring life to the Earth,
I banish the cold of Winter,
And welcome the warmth of Spring,
And you my brother, what is your name?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I am Arawn, Lord of the Waning Year,
I am the King of Holly,
I strip bare your leaf-ridden trees,
I bring darkness to this land,
……and peace,
I banish the warmth of Summer
And welcome the iciness of Winter.
Brother, where do you come from?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I come from Annwn, the Otherworld.
And at the time of your greatest power I am born into this world of Abred,
Called by the singing of the Birds of Rhiannon,
The warmth of my breath, and my seed, awakens the life within my Queen,
And the land is bathed in the beauty of our love,
Whilst Annwn is ruled by Winter and Ice,
So Abred blossoms, caressed by the heat of my gazing eye.
And you my brother, where do you come from?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I come from Annwn, the Otherworld,
And at the time of your greatest power I am born into this world of Abred,
I ride on Rhiannon’s horse to claim my throne,
Laughing with the Wild Hunt I ride through the night sky,
My cold breath will make way for the coming of the Cailleach,
And the land will be bathed in the beauty of ice and darkness,
Whilst Annwn blossoms, in your heat,
So Abred will have peace, reflection, and renewal,
Guarded by Orion of the Silver Belt.
Brother, what art do you perform?

To which the Oak King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I lift the saddened heart,
Bring life to death,
Shape the hidden green,
Give flight to birds and insects,
My Bards sing upon their wing,
My orchestra plays music within the wind,
Life returns, and in that space where thought becomes dream,
Lovers walk upon the warm earth,
And lay under the stars, and the Sun, together.
And you my Brother, what art do you perform?

To which the Holly King replies,
Not hard to answer!
I give space to thought,
Bring renewal from death,
Bring rest to life, transformation to your crown of green,
I light the inner fire, and the hearth,
And quicken the heart of the beast,
My Bards are the stillness of the winter sky,
The reflection on the water,
The tears of the ice,
Life returns to that place where dreams are forgathered,
Lovers lie before the flickering fires in their homes,
And new life is nourished as my Lady strips bare the branches,
And lays her cloak across the land.
And I am here my Brother, to take my crown.

Then take this crown, but know this –
Even though you begin your rule,
My heat will grow,
My fire will ripen the fruit,
Turn the fields from green to gold,
And warm the oceans.
For although you take the power of light.
I retain the power of heat,
Until your Lady joins you,
At Samhain.

Colloquy of the Oak and Holly King

from the ashes of XP8, new sounds and directions.

Trip To The Mauve Zone

Marco Visconti

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