Video: The Oldest Goth Club in the World: Slimelight

Nothing quite like it, though back in the day I rather liked Wraith, a more industrial goth version and less punk. There were times back at the start of the 90s when Slimelight would start to get heavy at 4 in the morning and I’d be weighing up a nightbus home. Wraith on the other hand had enough to keep me interested until sun up and a bleary tube train home.

Flying High, No Way Down. The Stars, My Crown

Life support is falling
Ground control isn’t calling
Time is passing slowing down
Oxygen is running out

Sirens sound a warning
So clear this morning
Batteries about to die
So blue the sky

Flying high no way down
The stars my crown
My life machine
My glory obscene

All I see is open sky
All I need is why
Diagnosis deception
It screams rejection

My lights they flicker
Descent is quicker
Destiny is coming down
No chance to turn around

Controls no response
See me just once
White light in my face
Impact my embrace

Flashing light

Heart beat getting faster
Cold fear is my master
Cold sweat kills my time
All my readings flatline

Flatline!

Lyrics by Paul Toohill

That Which Hides

Welcome to a new mini album to bring in the end of this “interesting” year. There are 5 new tracks and 3 old demos from the archives. Some of the tracks can be downloaded for free, others for a small fee, or all 8 tracks can be yours for the price of a couple of cups of tea, or coffee.


Merch over here: teespring.com/coresect-that-which-hides


Keep your head up, see you next year!

Hypnos

Some of my modular music to take you to the land of Hypnos.

Hypnos, Latin Somnus, Greco-Roman god of sleep. Hypnos was the son of Nyx (Night) and the twin brother of Thanatos (Death). In Greek myth he is variously described as living in the underworld or on the island of Lemnos ( according to Homer) or (according to Book XI of Ovid’s Metamorphoses) in a dark, musty cave in the land of the Cimmerians, through which flowed the waters of Lethe, the river of forgetfulness and oblivion. Hypnos lay on his soft couch, surrounded by his many sons, who were the bringers of dreams. Chief among them were Morpheus, who brought dreams of men; Icelus, who brought dreams of animals; and Phantasus, who brought dreams of inanimate things.

Paul

A new track is here for you to listen to. Dedicated to a close friend of mine, no longer with us.