volume viii : unexpected and unwelcome encounter in the endless nothingness of the uncaring cold of the world

xii : voices carried eerily on the wind as it ripped through the narrow mountain pass where the expedition discovered the ancient runic writing, as if heralding the awakening of something long-dreaming in the ice

episode xii. personnel: gravestalker, church father. featuring: whispers.

x : i heard a voice in the dark call out my name

volume x. personnel: the curator, minion. featuring: forgetting to record more than half of the show, enjoy the second, shittier half of this already sort-of-botched show we sort of called-in.

ix : half-heard whispered reminders of your insignificance, fragility and mortality and quiet lifelong beckoning towards the grave

volume ix. personnel: the curator, bloodbath, gravestalker. featuring: a live interview with death itself.

volume viii : unexpected and unwelcome encounter in the endless nothingness of the uncaring cold of the world

volume viii. personnel: the curator, minion, bloodbath. featuring: existential musings, delia derbyshire's bbc sessions, etc.

vii : low din of humming from sentient diabolical machination running on a half-and-half mixture of gasoline and human blood

volume vii. personnel: the curator, gravestalker. featuring: the mangler, cid, hal singing "daisy."