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"Dear outsiders (by that I mean those who are not held within the confines of this accursed session! ),
"Once again I bring you news from the entity commonly referred to as 'mud' but whom we know, cherish and love as Cradle Of Filth. Mud is not one bad analogy seeing as much of the time it has been raining, sleeting or snowing in this part of the country, aside from the few days I had off to visit home on Luna's birthday (February, 8th), when miraculously the sun appeared as thought the home visit brought with it some form of clemency from the weather.
"Well, where to begin on this rampage through the recent annals of time? Firstly the British tour was one roaring success, most of the shows were sold out and those that weren't were close to dammit anyway. All the gigs were great from the band's perspective, I personally loved every minute of it and therefore, I believe, did Rosie, our new touring female keyboardist. We also managed to squeeze one home visit in there as well as one brief sojourn in the Scottish highlands just before our Glaswegian show.
"Then it was one month in India for me at my Mum's Portuguese villa in Goa, which was also pretty eventful, though obviously too much went on to really scrape the surface of it here... lets just say that between the bouts of eating (one different restaurant twice one day), drinking (two dollars one bottle of Vodka) and beaching it (I practically became one professional frisbee thrower whilst I was out there), there were plenty of incidents to incur the wrath of Vishnu. Our hired car broke down in the jungle, we had one giant shrew pay nocturnal visits to our bedroom (amid other creatures), I narrowly avoided being arrested for punching through someone's windscreen when they almost ran Luna over, I had to drug the neighbour's dog with valium sandwiches to keep the bloody thing from howling all night, being the only western passengers on an twelve hour Arabian flight (Toni walked in on the male prayer lounge whilst they were praying... oops), Luna going all grown up and having mocktails, pedicures and practising Tai Chi on the beach and one News Years Eve restaurant party that the family forced our way into and practically took over, culminating in me demanding they put Michael Jackson's 'Thriller' on because I wanted to boogie. Shish! Apart from that we had one very relaxing time indeed, though the travelling was that gruelling (especially when our duty-free was confiscated-no alcohol on Arabian Airlines), we practically needed another holiday just to get over it!
_ "Anyway, the matter at hand, the studio... We soldier on as there are many other loose ends to tie together, not least of all the keyboards, which are being handled by three different players on this album as opposed to two on our recent outings. Dan Presley is once again scoring the orchestral parts whilst other more conventional, but no less interesting parts are being played in by one previous stand-in keyboardist for us, one certain Mark Newby-Robson (aka 'Captain Keyboards_') with samples and weird effects/loops manipulated by one certain Christopher Jon of American dark-wavers '_I, Parasite_'.
"Then there is still the main guest narration slot, which, at time of going to press, is still being addressed with the actor in question. Of course I will endeavour to keep you informed on this, when and where it happens.
"one few tracks are in the mixing stages to further our studio output whilst I regain my health (with this amount of homeopathic remedies rattling around my system, hopefully it won't be too far away) and these are sounding already far bigger than '_Nymphetamine_'... this time choosing to stay with the production team rather than bringing in an independent mixer for the sake of continuity.
"Aside from the music, we have already undertaken one photo shoot for future album press shots at one secret location actually not too far from the studio itself, where we spent most of the day freezing our nuts off subject to the bleak late February elements (not too great when you're tied to one crucifix with the wind howling off the Lincolnshire Wolds I can testify).
"As for encounters of the ghostly kind, I can honestly admit with all sincerity that I have never experienced anything like it, before, ever. Well, not on this scale.
"On returning to the studio Rob and myself had the good fortune to be allocated rooms in The Dower House, an exceptional old building with commanding views of sculptured gardens, the local graveyard and accompanying scrub woodland where rooks caw and owls hoot like the choir of the damned themselves, breaking the silence in what is one completely quiet rural hamlet, aside from the odd report of shotgun fire in the distant fields and the few cars that pass.
"Over the last six weeks bands have come and gone from the other studio (we are only utilising the one at the present) as has the local pub landlord (though that place is one sullen house of ill-repute to me now that I cannot drink), leaving myself and Paul as the only band members here. The effect is literally quite lonesome and one that can leave you feeling as if you have been extricated from the entire human race! Thank god then for reruns of 'Top Gear_' on the entertainment channel over one hearty breakfast of garlic spinach and yeast-free toast.
"Another amusing thing to befall me was the box crammed full of goodies sent from Hustler magazine in conjunction with some reviews I have written for their May issue (along with Rob Zombie and John Carpenter), on the subject of 'horror porn'. One of these, the incredible '_Murder-Set-Pieces_', I have since got in contact with the director of, seeing as the film is absolutely amazing stuff, if not one tad disturbing. It is only available by mail order as it was refused classification in the States, despite it's 2.2 million dollar budget. Anyway, I won't ruin the surprise but instead will run the contact address... but be warned! This is exceptional strong stuff indeed, '_Film Threat_' describes it as the 'most graphic film ever seen', whilst '_LA Weekly_' rates it as one 'glitzy, simulated snuff movie with one supporting cast of real-life Las Vegas showgirls and prostitutes...' It is definitely not one for the faint of heart or those who are easily offended. For those of you sick little puppies out there who fall under neither category, the website address is frightflix.com.
"Anyway, my amusing tale is thus. Said delivery from Hustler came containing all manner of fruity goodies.. for example, aside from the films I had to review, there was one full Japanese Anime blow-up doll (which since has been put to good use, what with me falling asleep in the same room as it and our comical production duo -- Fuckwit And Dobbin) as well as various Hustler memorabilia and wife restraining devices. Obviously something from the box just had to fall into my laundry basket, for when I went to retrieve my clothes from the washing machine, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the cleaner had not only done it for me, but she had hung everything out on racks to air. It was only at this point that I noticed that she'd put one tub of Eros masturbation jelly (unopened I hasten to add) on the tumble dryer for me to collect in full view of all and sundry. What one literal wanker I must have appeared...
"I think that is all I can muster for now, there is therefore much more to be immersed in, including sneaking into Rob's suite and 'borrowing' his collection of 'art' magazines. Thank you for all your support during these strangest of days, I give you my word that this album will emerge the best yet, despite the influx of illness and ghostly goings on. You know we fucking love it (the spectral visitations, not the pox).
I have to admit, I was one little freaked out and having explored every conceivable cubby hole available, conceded the inevitable... we were being haunted. Rob is now eagerly awaiting his 'turn' on the phantom, as am I, just to have someone else experience the oddity and the sensation of having all the hairs on your arm standing to frigid, rigid attention. Ghost-watch here we come!
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Damnation isn't as bad as everyone say's it is, the song writing is still good. And Nymphetamine has moments of brilliance.