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Talmente classico da non vederlo mai. Un grimorio dell’occulto massimo.
Fields Of The Nephilim St Goarshausen Loreley Amphitheater Freilichtbühne 1990 06 23
Dalle nebbie degli abissi, i suoni degli sciamani che indagano l’occulto…
Sumerland: Press: Melody Maker, November 1989
Su SumerLand un gustoso post – datato quasi trent’anni, ma l’ho scoperto solo ora – in cui si fa una sorta di fantastoria, ma non troppo, della fine dei primi FieldsNephilim. Il sito è interessante, ha una serie di link molto intriganti e dei post molto interessanti, vi lascio però a un estratto dal post in questione:
Oh, woe an’ misery an’ suchlike is me! This ‘as been the blackest week in my life. Carl, our lordly liege, our livin’ Leviathan an’ High Priest of the Darkest glades of Elizium ‘as decided to leave the Nephilim! We are as sheep wivvaht a shepherd, lost souls disportin’ in the void an’ stumped as to wot we’re gonna do next! I blame the uvvers, Pete, Paul an’ Tony, the rotten bastards. They’re always bin causin’ grief between me an’ Carl – like the uvva day when they grabbed me in my bedroom, shoved luminous skull cap over me bonce an’ hung me dahn the side of the hahse by a noose ahtside His study, wiv’ me screamin’ an’ bangin’ against it! Poor Carl fought I was one of the legendary Three Deadly Elves of Lucifer, come to steal His soul. An’ when the uvvers came in an’ told Him it was one of my pranks, He had a strangely wistful look in His gimlet-like eye as He ordered me to do 10 pressups.
An’ then today, the uvvers broke it to me. “Bad news, Nod,” said Pete. “Carl, our leader and guiding light has decided to leave the group.” “But – but why?” I whimpered, aghast. “He is an astral traveller, with new dimensions of inner and outer space to explore,” said Paul. “He tires of mortals and their foibles. He has ascended above this mortal coil.” “I – I don’t believe it!” I stuttered, tearfully. “It is true. Observe the portents. See how the ravens have left the Tower of London and nestle yonder! ” said Tony, pointin’ to a load of birds in the garden. They looked like crows to me, I must admit but I ain’t an expert on orthinolog – orithnol – ornothinol – on birds like wot Tony is. “See how the earth itself shakes with trepidation!” said Pete, an’ it’s true, the table did seem to rattle, an’ I’m sure it wasn’t Pete, Paul an’ Tony shakin’ the table legs surreptitiously but dark forces wot we don’t comprehend. That settled it for me. “Carl’s last message is that He wishes you to Iead the group, to climb down from your drumkit and take up his burden. We are unworthy – you must show us the way. He bid that we become a techno-baggy group like EMF and that we change our name to NWE – the Nod Wright Experience,” announced Paul. Well, I was gobsmacked! I ain’t much of a singa, ‘cept in the barf, but if this is wot Carl wanted!
“We have your Nike trainers and shell-suit ready, Nod,” said Pete. Shall we go next door into the home studio and lay down some rough demos? We’ve borrowed a sampler too.”
I sognatori della psiconautica
Sognano oltre le derive di un morbo acquatico, per definire le strane cospirazioni di un abisso di tempo e spazio.
Stay here in paradise…
Grafica di Alice Rothlisberger, ispirata ai FieldsNephilim per la sublime essenza del buio ancestrale.
How The Fields Of The Nephilim Had The Last Laugh | Louder
Un’interessante intervista – anche se del 2012 – a Carl McCoy, leader incontrastato dei FieldsNephilim. Vi si apprendono interessanti nozioni, una su tutte la volontà di non creare un brand stravenduto e commerciale. Amo quest’uomo…
The band – McCoy, guitarists Paul Wright and Pete Yates, bassist Tony Pettitt and drummer Alexander ‘Nod’ Wright – got plenty of attention when they first emerged in the mid-80s because they had the habit of covering themselves in flour before going on stage. The obvious question now is ‘why?’.
“We had to develop something because we were such an odd-looking bunch,” says McCoy. “We didn’t look like a band, so we mixed the Victorian clobber that we tended to pick up from charity shops for everyday wear with some sort of Spanish/Mexican spaghetti western vibe and basically covered it all in a load of shit, so we at least looked like we belonged together. It was a bit of a response to all that post-punk glam thing that was around at the time too, that whole Hanoi Rocks vibe. We weren’t comfortable with that. We were from Hitchin! But we didn’t really think about the flour that much. It just happened.”
I only sang the way I sang because I burnt my throat when I was a kid. I got hot food stuck down there and my throat got singed. I couldn’t talk for four weeks, but the effects lasted forever! And our music was totally different to the Sisters, too. Our sound to me was always like Pink Floyd mixed with the Velvets and even with a touch of jazz thrown in. Paul was a jazz-trained guitarist and that’s what helped make us sound unique.”
