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The Beast Of Velvczse

by The Noisettes

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1.
Every Grave Is Empty 04:20
2.
Into The House Of Lenticular Sound 04:08
3.
Eleusinian Mysteries 16:55
4.
Sonar Across The Moors 07:45
5.
Lucifer Visits The Caves Of Sonora 07:41
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Space Brother Invocation 09:06
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The Velvet Coma Of The Golem 19:13
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Red Oracle 04:04
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Rise Of The Thogs 06:02
10.
How To Build An Automaton In 6 Easy Steps 04:48
11.
Out Of The Cobwebs 07:53
12.
Ravenbots Feasting At The Appliance Mausoleum 03:35
13.
Graves Of Fukushima 10:53
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Polaroid Ghost 05:21

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Himarë on the Adriatic coast is wonderful place to “get-away” from it all. They really roll-out the red carpet for you on those secluded beaches: that ancient coast. It's a red carpet measured in miles stretching from the looming Llogara mountains in the north to the Beast of the South. A carpet stained red with the blood of ages!

Janice had decided to take a wild journey into the heart of those sleepy yet slightly unsettling mountains north of the beach. The sons and daughters of old Athens had cautioned her against it. They were settlers from another land, a land of sacrifice to great Cronos and Hades... mountains of giblets of human flesh steaming from the service to the dread Oracles of Death... those people.

They spoke in whispered ancient cracked lips hushed in repose with oiled loins and tenderloin of lamb served at the courtesy lounge at the NAME WITHHELD hotel, “Do not go forthwith oh curve-laden, annoying maiden from across the sea across the bigger sea.” All the while the natives of the land, the gravediggers and sheet metal fabricators, they who skulked about in black garb, garlic and rosaries... uttered the ancient name for their really-old mountains that beckoned yet filled one with deep dread: The Dread Mountains.

“Oh poo,” said Janice, “A stenographer type gal like me doesn't get a holiday like this every year! Besides I have this groovy new collection of tunes to listen to by THE NOISETTES, with their new long-player THE BEAST OF VELVCZSE!

Bewildered Antonios questioned her with a mustached gaze, an audible flex and a spray of manly, necromantic, Adriatic musk.
Janice stammered, “I know those mountains are really weird and huge... but oh you kid!” The breeze whispered through the mummy linen as the night succumbed to a velvet coma.

The next day was hotter and dryer than the great crucible of Vulcan within the Caves of Sonora. On horseback Janice, Antonios and a strange seven-foot tall man from the native population, their guide named Lucifuge made way up the dusty half-mile wide promenade towards the beckoning yet ominous mountains. Lucifuge took the lead astride a gigantic black horse named “Golem”, his black cape fluttering in the black wind. Each mile upwards the trail became narrower, the sky became darker and the air became moister. Their goal: the House of Lenticular Sound, a ruined palace built 3000 years ago by a mad race long forgotten. It was now a spa said the travel brochure.

As Janice turned-on her headset the phrase “Eleusinian Mysteries” came to mind. “Curious,” she thought. The groovy dark sounds of THE NOISETTES oozed forth into her unknowing brain and down into her heaving breast. It foreshadowed and forewarned Janice of the mighty foreskin of terror and carnage that was about to roll over the mountains like a thunderstorm of hewed thews and kidney-shaped pools.

They slept in the House that night. Lucifuge had disappeared, for some reason, and Count Vlad, Keeper of the House, had greeted them. “Hello boils and ghouls,” he had quipped... “Let me scare you up some blood sausage and sangria,” he had offered. The thunder began and never stopped. Then it all began.

Days later, now in the now, fever-dream images and vivid Polaroid
ghost memories flooded Janice's mind. Hallucinations of fangs
in cobwebbed corridors meeting with steel and leather action.

Antonios. Oh Antonios! His face and biceps were burned into her brain! Straining against the wet slap of monstrous tentacles
that burst forth from the Olympic size blood-red pool. Antonios, magnificently changing into the wolf-man that he really was...
musky combat sounds filling the corridors... with blood! He was now lost forever now within the dread abyss... beneath...
the Dread Mountains!

The laughing wizard! The looming automatons! Sounds that she could taste, death that she could touch and colors that never existed! Technicolor nightmares! The rubber-tipped cool smoke from that skull-headed pipe! Lucifuge, Vampire Lord of the Mountains! The swinging blood-red medallion! Blood! She should have listened more carefully but now it was too late!

Now Janice would stenograph no more! All she craved was blood! Yes, that's right: blood! The blood of the undead! Every grave was empty to greet her and her new master...

THE NOISETTES!

THE BEAST OF VELVCZSE!

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released September 9, 2012

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