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Inspired by listening to Without Real String or Fish, James from Canada (his preferred cognomen) felt compelled to share his thoughts about the mighty “Coelocanth."

Coelocanth: The Last Shriekback Song I Will ever Hear?


So here we are in 2015, and Shriekback have just released their 13th album, Without Real String or Fish. And a most excellent album it is, too: full of the usual Shrieky goodness - clever lyrics and wordplay, groovy basslines, catchy tunes that run the gamut of dark, light, thoughtful, funny and sombre (often at the same time!).

So it is not surprising that while one is feasting on a plate of brand new songs, that one also reflects on a band’s past releases, and how they may have influenced one’s musical tastes, preferences, or - perhaps - one’s life.

In my case, I'd like to look back at one particular song - "Coelocanth" - the atmospheric conclusion to the Oil and Gold LP back in the 80's.  I was a teenager back when Oil and Gold was released, and at the time I preferred all the hard-rockin' tunes like "Nemesis" and "Malaria."  So while I loved most of the Oil and Gold album, I always thought that "Coelocanth" was a piece of crap.  "What the hell is this?" I asked at the time.  "Did Shriekback hire Zamfir and his cheesy pan flues to play on this record?** Awful!"  As far as I was concerned at the time, Oil and Gold finished with the conclusion of "Hammerheads."  And so it went for many years... until Manhunter.

Many Shriekback fans either discovered or re-discovered the band as a result of Michael Mann’s film Manhunter, which featured the Shriek songs “Evaporation,” “This Big Hush,” and “Coelocanth.” For me, when I saw the famous tiger scene in that movie, set to the music of “Coelocanth,” I had a bit of an epiphany. All of a sudden, this song wasn’t a cheesy woodwind “extra” tacked on at the end of Oil and Gold, but something which really penetrated deep down into the soul. I promptly began to listen to “Coelocanth,” and with my ears now finally open (so to speak), I realized just how haunting and beautiful a track it really was.

Back in the late 90’s, I once had a dream about this song. I remember it quite vividly - I was lying on some ocean beach on an alien world, with a huge ringed planet rising in a dark aquamarine sky. I heard “Coelocanth” playing somewhere in the distance, although I knew that I was alone on this planet.

At the time I didn’t give the dream much thought… it was just a cool thing that happened. Well, you can imagine my surprise when several years later, while I was surfing the internet for some new desktop wallpaper for my Mac, I came across this particular image at the Digital Blasphemy website :

This image - minus the palm trees - was almost 100% verbatim what I saw in my dream.  It really chilled me to the bone to see my "vision" realized by some person whom I'd never met.  Of course, I immediately pulled out Oil and Gold and played “Coelocanth,” and found myself thoroughly captivated by the synergy of sound and image…it was absolutely hypnotic, even magical. I had already grown to appreciate that once-belittled track “Coelocanth,” but from the moment I heard it in conjunction with this image from my dream, it just became so much more.

So why is it that I say “Coelocanth” is “the last Shriekback song I will ever hear?” Well, it may not be, but - and this is where I perhaps get a little morbid and over-the-top for some readers, but bear with me - I have for many years thought that “Coelocanth” would be the perfect “last song” for me. The last song is essentially the soundtrack to one’s end: when you’re on your death-bed, and you know that you’ve only got minutes left to live, but you can pick one piece of music to accompany you as you journey out of this world and into “whatever-lies-beyond.”

For me, “Coelocanth” conjures up many feelings and imagery. The obvious one is that of prehistoric fish moving through the dark depths of an ancient ocean. But I also see strange alien landscapes (as in my dream), or even the infinite depths of outer space, filled with stars and galaxies. Combine all that imagery with the background synths and trickling water samples, and you have a concoction that just soothes the soul in a way that’s hard to explain. This is why I would be quite happy to spend my final moments with this song in my head. It really encompasses, well, just about everything, for me. Not bad for a previously-mocked, little 4 minute atmosphere track at the end of a 30-year old album.

So why all the “deep-thought” and rather mawkish gushing over this old song? Well, for me, it really demonstrates what I (and no doubt many other Shriek fans) love about Shriekback. How their music grows on you over time, and how deeply it can affect you. It’s not surprising that I’ve been a fan of the Shrieks since the 80’s: they’ve consistently delivered amazing and diverse music, and the new Without Real String or Fish album continues this tradition. Hopefully there are many more wonderful albums coming from this talented bunch in the years to come.

©James from Canada
8 March, 2015

**with apologies to any fans of Zamfir. I also heartily recommend Digital Blasphemy’s Desktop Wallpaper site. The worlds that this guy creates with 3d software really go well with the whole Shriekback vibe. “Without real worlds or matter”, I guess!

tinhuviel: (Triskele)
I just lit a stick of incense I bought last weekend. I don't know what it is, sadly. The incense sticks were bought individually, and were all mixed together in the bag.

This particular scent, though, is one I remember from my days of going to Rainbows & Moonbeams, and sitting in the back room talking about the Goddess and Klingons. Not at the same time. They were the two main subjects that came up with Lady Layla and Patrick.

The scent was also very prevalent during some of the rituals at the Temple Hecate Triskele. I remember it, too, the Bealtainne I met the Harpist.

All these memories spread out over the course of several years, but have been encapsulated within a simple scent triggered in my olfactory nerve. It's amazing how the body can harbour the path to memories and, in a sense, help a person travel in time to happier days, or even tragic moments.

And sometimes, those interludes of happiness can feel tragic for having passed into the realm of bygone days that can never completely be recaptured. And all you're left with is a scent whose name eludes you, and a feeling of loss.

Samhain

Oct. 31st, 2002 09:20 am
tinhuviel: (triskele)
The Wheel of the Year spins and brings close to the Pagan Year with Summersend. This is a time for reflection and celebration. A time to commune with Those Who've Gone Before Us, who may still wish to tell us things left untold before their death. It's a time to remember our loved ones who have passed on to the Summerland, placing the Dumb Supper out as a token of reverence and remembrance. It's a time to dress in costumes and masks to confuse the hobgoblins and other bugaboos able to breach the Veil and pester us.
It's a time to thin out the herds and harvest the last of the fruits for the long Dark ahead.

This had long been my favourite holiday, even before I was aware of it's Pagan roots and my own Pagan nature. It was always a time of celebration in the home and it was also when Autumn seemed at her most vibrant. We began to pull into ourselves, whether consciously or subconsciously.....bringing in the warmth upon ourselves. Eating more, drinking warm drinks, relishing in Hallowe'en candy! The days were always so blustery when I was a kid, and the wind just terrorised my favourite yearly costume ~ a sheet (I was a ghost almost every year). I can still remember the biting winds and the laughter of my fellow children as we went from door to door, giving the ultimatum: Trick or Treat!

On this day, I choose to honour my grandmother, who helped to raise me. She always had a wry sense of humour and loved playing with words, especially with me, who was still learning and terribly gullible. When UNICEF was active during the Hallowe'en season, there would be kids who would say "Trick or Treat for UNICEF" and collect for that noble organisation. Granny, on the other hand, instructed me to go from door to door and say "Trick or Treat for Me Myself." Not until years later did I understand why all the adults laughed so hard when I said this. Naughty Granny!

Of course, she is the one who got me started in art. She told me, when I was 4 or so, to go sit in the corner and draw flies. So I did. Then I started drawing spider webs to hold them. Then the spiders. And I developed from there. Silly me. How was I to know Granny was being facetious and actually meant for me to draw flies?
I'll never forget the icebreaker for her and Todd. We were playing aggravation and Todd knocked one of Granny's marbles back to start. She looked him straight in the eyes, glaring, and said "Fuck you, Todd!" We were all flabbergasted and Todd became Granny's fast friend after that.

Granny was a fighter. She survived 10 heart attacks, diabetes, ovarian cancer, not counting the plethora of other health problems brought about by her Depression-era childhood, where all but just a few of the children in this country suffered some form of malnutrition due to lack of food and funds. It was the 11th heart attack that took her from us in September of 1993.

I still miss her, but I know she's near to me (or at least the essence of who she was) on this day, when the Veils are thin.

So tonight, when Aunt Tudi and I go to the GUUF to celebrate the Sabbat in the Women's Circle, it'll be Granny I honour, as I do every year.

Durga

Oct. 15th, 2002 09:03 am
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I awoke thinking of my first Goddess experience. I was 5 years old and my father brought home this statue that he was commissioned to reproduce on paper ~ a pencil and ink piece.
The statue immediately fascinated me and I would lie on the floor for an hour or more, just staring at the bizarre image of the multi-armed woman on a lion, brandishing weapons and looking uber-regal.
The art deal fell through, but the woman who had lent my father the statue never contacted him to retrieve it. The statue remained with us for some time until Mom and Dad decided that they should sell it. I didn't want it to leave, but I had little say, only being 5.
They found someone who may be interested and took it to her house. When she opened the door and saw the statue, the woman said "Oh my god, it is Durga!" Needless to say, she bought the statue and I then had a name for this powerful image that so enthralled me.

Here's a picture of mighty Durga.


and some information on her, found here

Durga still plays a strong role in my life, particularly as one of her other aspects, Kali-Ma. Mother Kali is a strong, dark Goddess, equated with the Scots-Gael Cailleach, who is one of my patron Goddesses and the patron Goddess of the Tradition in which I 'grew up'.

I perpetually feel Her influence in my life, whether She comes as Durga or Kali-Cailleach. She is the first Goddess I ever saw and the one who gave me my first taste of the Divine Feminine.

February 2019

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