PPPP TTTTT V V 4 4 U U N N EEEEE P P T V V 4 4 U U NN N E PPPP T V V 44444 U U N N N EEE P T V V 4 U U N NN E P T V 4 UUUUU N N EEEEE TRANSMISSION: ONE 333EE 3 * E 3 * E 3 * E 33333333333333 * EEEEEEEEEEEEEE 3 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * E 33333333333333 * EEEEEEEEEEEEEE 3 * E 3 * E 333333333 * EEEEEEEEE 3 * * * * * * * * * E 333333333 * EEEEEEEEE 3 * E 3 * E 33333333333333 * EEEEEEEEEEEEEE 3 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * E 33333333333333 * EEEEEEEEEEEEEE 3 * E 3 * E 3 * E 33EEE January 23, 1995 Greetings and welcome to the first and introductory installment of our "Electronic Zine" dedicated to the musics and happenings of PSYCHIC TV. This issue will basically be devoted to telling you about what we hope to offer in the future as well as other little bits of (dis)information designed to make your life that much more enjoyable. As said before, this zine is dedicated to PSYCHIC TV. This means that we will try to bring you such things as discographies, gig dates, release schedules, etc. As you can imagine, it would be rather difficult to have a PTV zine without touching on the philosophies that are so prevalent. We would, however, hope to keep this as open-minded and as critical as possible in order to stimulate interesting and intelligent discussion (we all hate to read the same spiel over and over again, don't we?). Some of you may object to this type of forum, but we would like to keep it as that...a FORUM- for people of all (un)beliefs and (un)faiths. If you disagree with something that is said, write in and bitch about it (so long as it is constructive bitching!) This project has the co-operation and support of Brother Genesis P-Orridge and the Transmedia Foundation, so we hope to be able to bring you first hand info on things such as concert dates and new record releases as well as rants and other writings that will be exclusive to us. Something we would like to feature prominently is an address network of PTV fans and Processians worldwide, E-Mail or otherwise, so that we can more easily communicate with each other. With each issue we hope to include a complete address list of our subscribers. Record and tape trading is highly encouraged, especially through this address, as the editors are in desperate search of more recordings (your list gets ours). This issue is bound to be rather short because as of now, we don't really have too much material to give you. This is why we need your support. Write to us and tell us what you think of a PTV zine, what you would like to see, and how you would like to become involved. The possibility that this could become boring and redundant has been raised, but we will do our best to keep it from being so. Again, we need your help. Tell people you know of our existence. Put up a flier at your local cool record store (assuming you have one). Run a copy off and photo-copy it for people without access to a computer (everything is public domain as long as credit is given where credit is due {unless otherwise stated}). The PSYCHOSPHERE is yours-take it. Right now, this zine is limited to an E-mail format. As time progresses however, we will add certain qualities (hopefully, we will be able to bring you files, both music and art). If there is enough support and interest, perhaps a BBS will result...who knows? PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U Did you receive your copy of the Autumnal Equinox 1994 newsletter from the Transmedia Foundation? Presumably that is how you got our address. If this is not the case, then you will be interested in some of the information that was contained within its pages. Firstly, recent and upcoming PTV releases... "Ecstasy In The U.K." Track on SHAMANARCHY IN THE U.K. CD EVOCD2 "Acidosis" Track on 50 YEARS OF SUNSHINE CD Silent Records SR9333 "Completion 4A" Track on FROM HERE TO TRANQUILITY SR9336 "Godstar 94" Track on MYSTERIOUS ENCOUNTERS CD CLEO 68082 "A Star Too Far (Lullaby For Syd) Track on SPACE DAZE (Double CD) A companion book is also available) CLEO 7616 KONDOLE 1,2,3 CD SR9332 HEX SEX-The Singles Pt. 1 CD CLEO 65082 PAGAN DAY CD CLEO 94692 ALLEGORY AND SELF CD CLEO 94912 PEAK HOUR TOPYCD 068 (essential-get it!) TRIBAL CD TOPYCD 077 (Remixes of Peak Hour song by Drum Club) TEMPORARY TEMPLE/ATONAL CD on Dossier records DCD 9041 MEIN GOeTT*IN*GEN CD DCD 9046 AL-OR-AL CD DCD9054 SPLINTER TEST 2x3 CD Box Set on Caroline records: BOX 1-Elipse Ov Flowers -Tarot Ov Abomination -Stained By Dead Horses BOX 2-Mouth Ov Thee Knight -Sugarmorphoses -Cold Dark Matter TOWARDS THEE INFINITE BEAT Re-release ULTRADRUG Remixed, remastered version of ULTRAHOUSE "A Star Too Far" Track on SPACE DAYS Cleopatra comp. (Nov. 94) A HOLLOW COST Visionary records (Sept. 94) BREATHE CD I.T.C. release (more about them later) SIRENS "Sequel" to ULTRADRUG Visionary (late 94) EXILE Processed "soundtrack" to EXHILE AND EXHILERATION video LISTEN...TODAY Re-issue of CDVideo by Sordide Sentimental DESCENDING Re-issue by Sordide Sentimental PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U With this issue of PTV4UNE, we have included a program that apparently simulates an actual DREAMACHINE. it is strongly recommended that you read the instructions and warnings that come with the program itself as it may be dangerous for those with epilepsy or similar conditions. Otherwise...N-JOY!!! The following is considered (by me) to be found material. Many thanks to the originator...whoever you may be. PSYCHIC TV ALBUMS: "Force The Hand Of Chance" (1982-Some Bizarre Record/WEA) "Themes" (1982-Some Bizarre Records/WEA-Limited Edition, came with "Force..." album [first 5000 copies only and also a poster of Gen and Paula]) "Dreams Less Sweet" (1983-Some Bizarre Records/CBS) "Those Who Do Not" (1984-Gramm Records-Iceland-Double album)(Limited Edition 5000) "N.Y. Scum Haters" (1984-Temple Records TOPY 002)(Limited Edition 5000) "25 December 1984-A Pagan Day (Pages From A Notebook)" (1984-Temple Records TOPY 003)(Picture Disc-Limited Edition 999)(Reprinted in black vinyl and different cover in 1986, reissued on CD in 1994 by Cleopatra Records) "Themes 2" (1985-Temple Records TOPY 004) "Descending" (1985-Sordide Sentimental CD-France)(First 5000 come with 16 pg. booklet) "Mouth Ov Thee Night" (1985-Temple Records TOPY 10 + TOPIC 10)(Also available in CD {TOPY 034 CD}[with four extra and uncredited tracks] and Picture Disc)(Also reissued in 1993 as SPLINTER TEST D) "Hashashins" (Temple Records TOPY 012) "Themes 3" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 019) "Thee Yellow Album" (1988-Temple Records TOPY 032) "Allegory and Self" (1988-Temple Records)(Black vinyl [TOPY 038] and Picture Disc [TOPY 035]) "Allegory and Self" (1988-Fundamental Records)(CD, cassette, Limited Edition 666 [on pink marble vinyl])(Temple copies come with 14 pg. book and Fundamental copies come with 12 pg. book)[Re-issued by Cleopatra 1994] "Jack The Tab Vol.1" (1988-Castalia Records)(CD, LP, Picture Disc. Sold under Various Artists, although it is Psychic TV [mostly Genesis] just not telling anyone) "Tekno Acid Beat" (1988-Temple Records TOPY 039)(CD [TOPYCD 041] includes extra tracks) "Kondole/Dead Cat" (1989-Temple Records TOPY 046)(Each track is longer on CD pressing [TOPY 046CD]) "Towards Thee Infinite Beat" (1990-Temple Records TOPY 049/Midnight Music/Wax Trax)(Wax Trax covers slightly different, CD [TOPY 049CD]includes two extra tracks and three tracks are remixed)[Re- issued by Visionary 1994) "Beyond Thee Infinite Beat" (1990-Temple Records TOPY 051DJ/Midnight Music/Wax Trax)(CD [TOPY 051CD] and cassette have extra track. All tracks are remixes of "Towards..." tracks)[Re-issued by Visionary 1994] "High Jack-Politics Of Ecstacy" (1990-Wax Trax Records, remixes and sampler of "Jack The Tab") "Live At The Berlin Wall-Part One" (1990-Temple Records TOPY 052CD/Midnight Music) (CD only) "Live At The Berlin Wall-Part Two" (1990-Temple Records TOPY 053CD/Midnight Music) (CD only) "At Stockholm" (1990-Psychick Release PCP-Sweden)(CD only) "Rare And Alive" (19??-Label unknown [TIB CD 10], possibly a bootleg) "Direction Ov Travel" (1991-TOPY 059CD, Megs'on [A.K.A. G.P.O.] & Z'ev "Psychic TV Presents Ultrahouse-The LA connection" (1991- Wax Trax, another various artists type deal) "Peak Hour" (1993-Temple Records) "Elipse Ov Flowers" (1993-SPLINTER TEST A, soundtracks to films by Derek Jarman) "Tarot Ov Abomination" (1993-SPLINTER TEST B, soundtrack to the film, "The Wanderer" plus piece with White Stains) "Stained By Dead Horses" (1993-SPLINTER TEST C, soundtracks to films by Derek Jarman and G.P.O.) "Sugarmorphoses" (1993-SPLINTER TEST E, soundtracks and tonal pieces dating back to 1965) "Cold Dark Matter" (199?-reissued as SPLINTER TEST F, album with "primitive" instruments, lengthy message from TOPI spokesman) "Al-Or-Al" (1994-Dossier Records, collaboration with XKP, intended to be an aural piece of devotion to Alaura, steps 1-12 of 13 step programme) "Hex Sex-The Singles-Pt. 1" (1994-Cleopatra Records, a "best of" PTV singles collection) SINGLES: "Just Drifting/Breakthrough" (1982-Some Bizarre Records/WEA 7") "Just Drifting/Just Drifting (midnight)/Ov Power" (1982- Some Bizarre Records/WEA 12") "Roman P (short version)/Neurology (double groove)" (1984-Sordide Sentimental-France 7")(B side by TOPY specifically, includes 16 pg. book) "Unclean/Mirror" (1984-Temple Records 12" TOPY 001) "Godstar/Godstar (BJ Mix)" (1985-Temple Records 7" TOPY 009) "Godstar/Godstar (BJ Mix)/Discopravity (Fish Mix)/Yes It's The B Side" (1985-Temple Records Double 7" TOPYS 009) "Godstar (Hyperdelic Mix)/Godstar (California Mix)" (1985-Temple Records 12" TOPIC 009)(Also available as a Picture Disc) "Godstar/Godstar" (Temple Records 12" TOPYH 009) "Magick Defends Itself" (1986-Temple Records 12" TOPY 022) "Listen Today..." (1987-Sordide Sentimental-France CDV)(Includes 16 pg. book, Limited Edition 10,000 (5000 with video in PAL, 5000 with video in NTSC formats) "Tune in (Turn On The Acid House)" (1988-Temple Records 12" TOPY 037) "Joy/Thee Politics Ov Ecstacy" (1988-Temple Records 12" TOPY 040) "Acid Voodoo Sound" (1988-Fundamental Records 7")(Limited Edition Radio DJ Promo) "Godscar" 1988-USA Records 7" one-sided single) "Love War Riot/Eve Ov Destruction" (1989-Temple Records 12" TOPY 048) "Love War Riot (Dogon-Nogod Vocoder Message Mix)/Love War Riot (Priestly Intervention Mix)/Love War Riot (Untitled Version)" (1989-Temple Records 10" TOP 048T)(Limited Edition [number unspecified]) "Je T'Aime" (1989-Temple Records 12" TOPY 050) "I.C. Water (Radio version)/I.C. Water (CD version)/Alien Be-in" (1990-Temple Records TOPY 058T/Midnight Music 12")(Also available as CD single and special limited edition one-sided 7" TOPY 058) "Good Vibrations" (Temple Records 7" TOPY 023) "Good Vibrations" (Temple Records 12" TOPYT 023) "Good Vibrations" (Temple Records 7" Twin Pack TOPYD 023) "Good Vibrations" (Temple Records 7"+ Poster TOPY 023 P) EPs: "The Full Pack/The Mad Organist/Catalan" (1983-Some Bizarre/CBS)(Free with first 5000 copies of "Dreams..." album only) "The Magickal Mystery D Tour E.P." (1986-Temple Records) (Available in four formats: A)7" with four tracks B)A version, but includes a poster C)Gatefold double 7" pack with photo inlay and extra 7" with two tracks D)12"with same tracks as A&B although 12" mixes exclusively) "Ultrahouse Remixes" (1991-Wax Trax, WAXCD 7179, remixes of some songs from "Ultrahouse..." album) "Tribal (Drum Club Mixes)" (1994-Temple Records)(Remixes from "Peak Hour" by the Drum Club) LIVE 23: "Live In Tokyo" (1986-Temple Records TOPY 015-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #1 (January 18/86 in Tokyo, Japan) "Live In Paris" (1986-Temple Records TOPY 014-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #2 (June 8/86 in Paris France) "Live In Heaven" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 018-Limited Edition 3000 with Tab #3 (December 23/86 in London, England) "Live In Glasgow" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 016-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #4 (February 18/86 in Glasgow, Scotland) "Live In Reykjavik" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 026-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #5 (November 83 in Reykjavik, Iceland)(An edited down version of the album, "Those Who Do Not" with one extra track) "Live En Suisse" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 027-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #6 (February 86 in Switzerland) "Live In Gottingen" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 029-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #7 (May 17/84 in Gottingen, West Germany, re-released on Dossier with part of "Atonal")(Available on video) "Live In Toronto" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 028-Limited Edition 5000 with Tab #8 (August 86 in Toronto, Canada) "Temporary Temple" (1987-Temple Records TOPY 030-Limited Edition 2300 with Tab #9 (July 28/84 in London, England, re-released on Dossier [1993] with part of "Atonal") "Psychedelic Violence (Album 10)" (1988-Temple Records- Limited Edition 1000)(Available to people who send in tabs 1-9. This offer is now closed!) "Live At Thee Mardi Gras" (1988-Temple Records-Limited Edition 5000)(Nottingham, 1987) "Live At Thee Circus" (1988-Temple Records TOPY 042- Limited Edition 5000)(London 1987-1988) "Live At Thee Ritz" (1989-Temple Records TOPY 045-Limited Edition 5000)(Manchester, November 1983) "Live At Thee Pyramid" (1989-Temple Records TOPY 047- Limited Edition 5000 [2000 in Picture Disc {TOPIC 047}with message printed in vinyl discussing 1989's current TOPY and PTV happenings])(New York City, 1988) "Live In Bregenz" (1989-Temple Records TOPY 020-Limited Edition 5000)(Austria, 1985) "A Real Swedish Live Show" (1989-TOPYSCAN Records-Sweden- Limited Edition 5000)(December 6/84 in Stockholm, Sweden) "City Ov New York/City Ov Tokyo" (Temple Records TOPY 054CD) "City Ov Paris" (Temple Records TOPY 055CD) BOOTLEGS: "Ov Power" (LP, no label or catalogue number, live, black cover with golden psychick cross, no track listing, venue unknown) 1984 "Live Transmission" (Cassette, RSB, Italy R'SAA1, Authorized limited edition of live show in London, August 17/84) 1985 "Southern Comfort" (LP, no label or catalogue number, live, violet vinyl, recorded December 13/85 at the Arena in Rotterdam)(Limited Edition 1000) 1986 "Live at Final War$" (LP, Transrecords TRANS06, live in Tokyo, January 16-18/86 [includes "I Like You" and "Japan Boy/Japan Girl" from LIVE01, but the rest is new and exclusive, separate recording], comes with 8 pg. book in fantastic colour with tons of live shots and a Japanese interview) 198? "Ambient Indoctrination" (Cassette, authorized release by the ITC, consists of a live show in Eugene, Oregon, October 14/93, by PTV and XKP, first 100 of edition are signed by Genesis and Craig Ellenwood of XKP, first 23 of 100 has artwork signed by artist) "Stations Ov Thee Cross" (Cassette , same as above, April/94) COMPILATIONS ETC.: "23 Drifts To Guestling" (1983 Cassette, Nanavash, contains demo of "Stolen Kisses" by Alex Fergusson and a talk by GPO, "The First Outing Of The Psychick Youth")(Reprinted in 1985 by Catfood Press) "Nice Tracks" (1983 LP Sampler, Nice, Italy, contains PTV Rally recordings and GPO and Sleazy talking) "Sex And Beastiality" (1984 Boxed Set of 4 Cassettes, Bain Total, France, contains the PTV track, "La Edad de Oro [Red Ritual Film]") "Berlin Atonal Vol. 1" (1984 LP, Atonal, West Germany, contains two PTV live tracks: "Nursery Times" and "Skinhead Moonstomp 84") "Berlin Atonal Vol. 2" (1984 LP, Atonal, West Germany, contains one side of PTV live tracks: "Papacy", "Unclean", "God's Blood", and "New Will") "Better An Old Demon Than A New God" (1984 Sampler LP, Giorno Poetry Systems, USA, contains PTV's "Unclean" (Giorno Mix) which is the most complete version to date. Also on the album is Lydia Lunch, Nurroughs, Giorno, Jim Carroll and Meredith Monk) "Pinpoints On A Nation" (1984 Cassette and poster in baggie, Fifth Column, USA, Limited Edition 500, contains an untitled live track by PTV/TempleUS) "If You Can"t Please Yourself, You Can't Please Your Soul" (1985 Sampler LP, Some Bizarre Records/CBS, contains "Twisted by PTV) "Gunfire And Pianos" (1986 Sampler LP, Situation Two, contains "Baby's Gone Away") "Captured Music" (1989 LP, Selektion, West Germany, contains Gen, Paula, and Hafler Trio live tracks from Captured Music Festival [February 87 in Karlsruhe] cut-up and reworked by other artists) "The Bridge: A Tribute To Neil Young" (1989 Sampler LP [for charity], Caroline, USA, contains PTV doing N. Young's "Only Love Can Break Your Heart") "Fifty Years Of Sunshine" (1993-Silent Records, doulble album celebrating the discovery of L.S.D., the limited edition vinyl is highly sought after, features the PTV song "Acidosis" as well as some other appearances of Genesis) "From Here To Tranquility" (199?-Silent Records, contains PTV's "Completion 4A", which is the 13th step in programme [see Al-Or-Al]) "Industrial Revolution II" (1994-Cleopatra Records, double CD, contains PTV doing "United '94", features the Throbbing Gristle lineup) "Mysterious Encounters" (1994-Cleopatra Records, contains PTV's "Godstar '94" [PTV, in this case, being the members of Throbbing Gristle]) "Space Daze" (1994-Cleopatra Records, contains a track by Psychic TV and thee Angels Ov Light entitled, "A Star Too Far (Lullaby For Sid)" GENESIS P.ORRIDGE: Genesis P.Orridge/Stan Bingo-"What's History" (1982 Cassette, Nekrophile Rekords, Austria, instrumental music, a blueprint for PTV) Dave Ball-"In Strict Tempo" (1983 LP, Some Bizarre, text and voice in a few tracks) Various Artists-"Decoder Soundtrack" (1985 Soundtrack, What's So Funny About Records, West Gemany, contains soundtrack music by GPO/Dave Ball, as well as E. Neubauten, Matt Johnson, Bur roughs, and more) Genesis P.Orridge & The Angels Of Light-"Je T'Aime" /"Supermale" (1986 12" single, Sub Rosa, Belgium, reprinted in 1989 under PTV's name) Genesis P.Orridge-"M.E.S.H.:Meet Every Situation Head- On" (1988 12"single, Castalia Records, two different mixes, under Gen's name, but really PTV) The Hafler Trio & Thee Temple Ov Psychick Youth-"Brion Gysin's Dreamachine" (1989 Cassette, CD [with extra track] or LP, 72 pg. book and cardboard poster which folds out into a dreamachine replica, Limited Edition, contains the tracks "Sound To Enhance The Effect of Brion Gysin's Dreamachine-Part I & II" [The CD includes part III]) Genesis & Alaura P.Orridge (1989 Cassette , Psychick Release PCP, Sweden, documentation of Scandinavian Poetry Tour of December 1989) VIDEOS: "Time Zones" (35 minutes, Jettisounds, UK, 1990, includes three films by Derek Jarman [shorts]: "Home Movies", "The Art Of Mirrors", and "The Dream Machine (1984)" which have music by Dave Ball/GPO, T.G., and PTV) "The First Transmission" (240 minutes, TOPY, UK, 1982, advertised in the first edition of Thee Grey Book and sold at a minimum donation of P.23 (requesting a signed declaration to absolve TOPY of all legal responsibilities)(Very limited edition, now extinct, police didn't like what they saw on it much at all [say no more], comes in black sleeve with grey outline and psychick cross, contents: TOPY Spokesman, lengthy TOPY ritual, misdeeds of a San Diego Medical Detective, views of Gysin's Dreamachine, Jim Jones footage, SXXX-80 [Cazazza/E mollo], PTV interview on BBC2, ritual porn with Thee Temple)(In US, this is distrubuted on NTSC format in three volumes: "Eden3", "Ritual Cuttings" and "[volume three, title unknown]") "TV Wipeout" (Doublevision Video, UK, 1983, includes "Terminus" video) "Morgana-Flowers From The Underground" (Kartell Video, 1984, includes "Terminus") "PTV Live In Berlin 1983" (Studio K7, Germany, 1990, video taken from the Atonal Video sampler, "Berlin Atonal 1 & 2" [2x90 minutes, West Germany, 1984]) "Decoder" (235 minutes, West Germany, 1985, company unknown but is out there, a movie starring W.S. Burroughs, E. Neubauten, Christian F., F.M.Einheit, Matt Johnson and Genesis P.Or ridge [Gen plays a high priest fighting the Muzak Corporation]. Directed by Muscha and Klaus Maeck) "Body Shocks" (90 minutes, Dragon Video, UK, 1986, includes music by PTV, a half-live remix of "Unclean" video and Mr. Sebastian in action piercing Gen, Paula and Sleazy) "Black" (?? minutes, Cleopatra, US, 1994, mostly live footage spliced together with various images from other videos) "8Transmissions8" (50 minutes, TOPY, UK, contains videos for "Godstar", "Unclean", and "Terminus", among others) "Exhile and Exhileration (A Video Meme From Genesis P.Orridge)" (45 minutes, TOPY, UK) "Joy" (56 minutes, Jettisoundz Video [available from Visionary] Mostly live footage from 1988. R.U. Xperienced is the stand-out) "Maple Syrup" (60 minutes, Jettisoundz Video [available from Visionary] Rather low quality footage shot in Toronto, Canada in 1987/89.) "Thee Films 1950's-1960's" (120 minutes, TOPY [available from Visionary] Features films by Burroughs, Gysin, and Somerville. Heavy PTV influence.) ==>If you know of anything not appearing in the above discography, please let us know. PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U A HOLLOW COST. No fear, except thee fear of leaving. Death is like each other. Life has only dreams to recommend it, and thee security of being inside. To be part of a group, to be INSIDE, is to enter thee body and partake of sex. We therefore thrive on this violation. We attempt to recreate thee excitement of a first moment's intensity by deceptive means. Happiness can give you fear. Of course thee fear of it ending. Thee only real fear is fear of ending, and thee only joy is violation. Unhappiness gives insight cruelly, happiness makes a death threat. As time passes thee addiction dwindles. Always a jolt of steel. Always. Thee orchid, thee metal. Muscles, no longer as loose as childhood, ache in memorium, stiffening with age before beauty. Age before lust. Age before love. Demand outstrips supply, we congeal, fixed in parables and fantasies. Thee past controls through people. Little girls become young ladies. Proper. They attract by their lack of experience, unaware of thee spell, more concerned with being inside than observation. They accept thee host. They create a ghost that haunts forever. Thee ache for reclamation. Perhaps, thee story goes, if you recreate that first moment, passed; you can travel back in time. Or by creating a stranger, replenish lust. This violation then is a form of breaking thee rules: a necessary act to exist. Conscious self- deception and threat of oneself and one's security affirms existence, makes real. Sexuality, getting inside, makes real, makes really real, and once inside we can make anything happen. Eyes shut in a coffin, a world of darkness, we travel that darkness to reconvene our emotions and listening hard we see every detail of every sexual act. Little girls masturbating about tomorrow. Little boys masturbating. Every second losing intensity, creating thee need forever to go back inside and feel safe, to travel back and feel alive. It really is so difficult. What we have creates our need. Restrictions are removed like school uniforms, we discover eroticism in both manners. And manners maketh man, woman and star . We enter our bodies. Inside isquiet, scarcely a solution in sight. Sharing a body is nothing. Sharing insight is everything. A fine balance maintained by neurosis. When we break rules, we become fools, driven by a desperate grasping of hope for ignorance. Thee rules are created by a wound. We never escape them. We descend into them. Brats in a trap. All paranoia comes from thee past. It takes us like a rape and damages. Like a rape and damages. Like a rape. Damages. But in thee mourning, after thee night, we fall in love with thee light. The solution is, to touch skin, and stay safe, deep inside. Thee first step towards control is ownership. Thee foundation of ownership is meme-control. Ownership of information is thee real system of control. To know a thing is to possess it. To possess a thing is to be able to manipulate it. Search continues. Control needs time like a junkie needs junk. If only it were all a matter of time. Takes all kinds. Time is. Time is passed on. Turning over thee ancient symbols used to weigh gold in Egypt we terminate dreams. Regular trips to thee undercurrent display confusion in precise detail. Thee effect is one of accuracy of purpose and description. Images sequenced to define thee exact nature of time and place. New York. Skeletal myth jaded and scarred. Know, self-respect breeds cynical self-abuse. Never never return to thee previous character. Always create a new one. What do you see from thee faded telephone box? Two sides of one street un-re- joining each other like worms? Visions convicted and betrayed. We become what we once wrote, thought better of, and since despised. We eat what starves us. We defecate what we once took to be our Selves, to be what we once were. A litany common to all, but Deities. Designed by spirits dead and erect. Projections making light of surface. The alternative is Enless, endless sadness. Thee consumption of guilt threatens guilt. Inside a shelter. Old men pissing on trees. Dogs turning 'circles of animals'. Thee black sickly powder of fear. Speaking thee incantations aloud trapped in a lump of skin. Instinct breeding the final moves, thee infinite lovers. We accept them on our shoulders and leave you for free. Then time ends. Eyes burn and close. Wounded. I wandered that land. Making plans. Building strange concoctions of hope. Thee charm. Thee TV. Thee whiskey. Thee fur cellar as indecent as a beard. From cool to indifference. Visions convicted and betrayed. Looking from zero point there's all kinds of illusions. Zero point. It takes all kinds of illusions, this, this, death. Thee pains don't ease as you get older. Thee hatred doesn't melt. E thought the hatred would melt. Thee brains get blocked. Thee drains stray across to bare flesh, groaning at Nature's tricks, and not even caring for thee moment. Some daze are like friendship. Routines pulling you away from thee burden of vision. Good friends that step in and destroy thee direction of youth. Thee apotheosis of desire is to outclass death. We are sentimental and quite capable of finding laughter. No iceberg this tension. Thee averted eyes of youth. And now it's finished. Process complete. Only thee corpse to sacrifice like a gangster. Thee special forces where agape meets thelema. Nietsche never had a cushier b-earth. Here we see a principle, here we see a subject. Endless twigs on thee fire. Axle cracked by frost. Resting. Snow has crushed my camouflage. Snow has killed my garden. Thee shelter is still there. Time is. Time is passed on. Thee dogs are now dogs. Just dogs. Still turning circles. Thee eyes still burn. Choice as hard as tooth, as cold as knowing. And yet, agains my will, another dream coming into focus. Ice on soil. Dog resting at my back. Daylight of friendship cracked with shadow. In this dream it begins and ends at the dogs fucking in circles park I remember from my childhood and now call zero point. Pointless passover. In heat, breathing as a bloody door shuts. (The deities must think I'm affirming my existence this way.) In they come. 23 visions of light. Thee small room. Memories of blood and urine by thee medical box. Links of old senses in rope.... (Do the dieties think I can't navigate the meanings here?) There were shadows pulling scales from young flesh. Quiet and hooded. Thee small hands played patterns on thee window. Fog in living rooms. Several old, old pages curling as dog barks spewed across night time light. Rope tightened making furrows. (I know what 's going on here.) No sound. In the essential nature of legends. Thee Dissident Watchers nefeling liquid secret distopias from long sought distant utopias. Like alchemists siphoning mind from chemical, for there once were stones in a sexual cathedral now drained of steel by the endless shadows of a Pyhrric cloister of bureaucracy. Down thee foockin' alley is where he went. Body shifting on wood, dog outside thee door. Is there only the smell of blood? There is both truth and history, projection and dream. Flickering memories as trains manoeuvre in old men's eyes. (Did they not think we'd know?) Rope lashing marks back hard. It's all a matter of counting, tic, tic. Betrayal of simple fertility. Tic. Thee lack of wild explosions a code to rebuild every life. Tic. This time tic thee victim is desired and wet. Tic. These lives are stones tic, assembled in ancient dreams of slick young flesh. Tic. Quiet and hooded. Tic. Rituals of male. Tic. Many shapes tattooed in old buildings. Tic. Tattoos. Tic. Old keys. Tic. Flesh. Resting. Slight shifting. Feet deepening red. No sound. Across thee way a boy was grinning. Hard-on obvious in old torn gray trousers. Inherited from an earlier victim of plague. Uniform remnants. Light of night filtering through where roof tiles slipped their tail and buggered old senile books across dreams. Nothing salvaging code. Tic. Thee same city we all used to pass away time in. Crippled compacts, flesh bound. Each ritual makes its demand. Slipping a wooden coil of expensive death under all those derelict lines. No engines anymore. No green and pleasant ghosts of death playing in thee grass. Just simple and banal. As you would expect. Terminus. Final flaw. If one could truly describe that light, of course it's gray, but, that light images tumble, only eyes hurt from lack of focus. No physical sensations here. Limbo of stone. Men separated from brickwork. No polarity visible. Similes of love from pitted carriages. Semen as thee corpse evolves into alchemy. (That was someone else.) Liquid sings of old religions. Hand smearing juice on cock, squeezing tight as it glides into, into, unfaithfulness. Vanity of accounting. Tic. Pride of hindsight. Tic. Crinkling of skin against worn eyes. There is no need for more light. Scanning ripples of boyish flesh used to pass away time in. Car crumpled, rain on moss. Crack of wood. Only a few see this code. Tic. Gray suit draped across street. Feet derelict. Looking from zero point there's all kinds of truth. Tic. In thee wrong camouflage. Not 1984. Taxi making waves from red lights and green visions. Tic. A green magician perhaps. Takes all kinds. So there it was. From school to outhouse to dream to thee boy's grin across thee line. Thee old theories. Many an alchemist died for less, or so they say. And we have thee fragments. Pillars and razors and comfortable settings. Takes all kinds. Leaves falling, sometimes snow. Collapsed my camouflage net this year. We sit with thee lights on, eyes closed. Thumbing through dictionaries. What makes this difficult? Is there madness in this method? There is no god where I am. Steroids lead to addictive joys and elective death. How the hell did we get to Bill Haley? Does shame lurk like physical weapons waiting to mug us no matter how late. It's AL a matter of time. Visions without affirmations destroy our guts. Thee irony of nature's game. Content without content. We play it both ways. Weighing up thee results on ancient Egyptian coin. Did you know you killed thee strongest boy with hopelessness alone? Old myths die soft. "Bad advice," says Father Jesse, always focussed on essence and suffering. Thee victim relaxes. Caring is blood. Thereby hangs a thread. This is not about one thing. Tic. Does not belong to one person. Tic. One subject. These words belong to anything we think. Tic. And it's not thee name anymore. No set piece battles. Tic. No solution turning acid. Tic. There is a system evolving whereby all these words apply to every situation. Tic. (Isn't that rather arrogant?) No. It takes all kinds of words, this life. "Is this thee white path?" asks Sister Sibyl. No. Don't be mistaken. Tic. All these marvelous words, teasing us close to existence. Then. Time ends. It's all a matter of time. Blurred self-image corrupting. Dangerous. "During a conference on tactics it was decided to terminate this mission with extreme prejudice," from when E was really young. It originates in thee dark side of history. This mission never existed. Getting thinner all thee time. Subject limited to a strip of one. A circle of animals. Motives replace products in our minds. Object d'art to camouflage our own commodification. It takes all kinds. Tic. Philosophy separates thee person from thee Mass. Exit all legends. Enter thee laws of magick. In this world we entertain not audiences but fantasies. We complete thee self-image, blurred or not. Tic. Search continues for correct process. "Proclaim present time over," says Father Robert, somewhere in thee secret cathedral of small stony movements. Old movies dream conflict. Thee old, old area in sheets of snow, reversible, lacking truth fades. Truth is a bad word to use. Breathing short as spunk coats the bloody arm. Part of thee text on thee wall. Whenever thee dog turned thee night trembled. Tremble died of auld lang syne. Shimmered like water moved by piss in a forest. Shadow moved in thee light. Peace of history. Marks of cold spray as thee material fades. Our appetite for miracles May King traps of time. Daze go by. Viciousness is not enough. Wooden pricks lubricated against dawn. Slow motion of exact formulae edging fear into spectres f old death. Tic. Key twists causing rivulets of blood and piss. Floor stained with patience and precision. Tic. Only animals remain. No focus. "What do you want next time?" thee dream whimpered. Who thee fuck was coming back? Back? Back? Back of hand on kidneys. No need to define victims. Tic. Where do you hide terminus? Routine dreaming. Mirages that exist. Affirmations wax of fur and bullet. In one dark corner thee exact dimensions were long ago concealed. And thee entrance danced to relive old histories, plunging through flesh to saw, sore eyes. Source,arise.Lost in light of night, into that darkness. Always watched, all ways. Relying on thee slim movement of thee least action. Key. Always easy in this room. Tic. Small room. Chamber of conscience. Plaster flaking like love. (How Victorian; English Victorian at that.) Dreams contained in liquid. Sperm rages in formulas. Drinking rain even as trees cough out thee empty bairn of history. Thee way of thee formulas. Thee wisdom of breath. Thee temple of light. But he sees you. As he waits. He does not need thee light of night, thee serene dream of time, thee sweet flesh ideas are heir to. He is above you and in you. His joy is in your joy. When all movement and thought stops we are awake. We are awake because we are empty and Anything at all merely serves to fill us again. Did you hear us? E said we were awake. Sad, E saw that game. On one side near thee old house. Movement of rat in corner. Rustle of scales. Rubble crunching like snow, kicked aside like tin. He was grinning before he jumped. Oh, nothing in particular. Dog shifting and sleeping. Oxygen short in thee air. Sound of breathing louder than old stone. Light of night twisted fading. Sound playing across skin like fingers. Prickling hairs on thee cock. No way to identify. No key. Tic. Empty as flesh. Inside thee box papers inscribed with time. Several days past. Thee gate remained closed. Shadows at attention marking time. Tic. Orders to thee last as vigils of death ponder flesh and all thee dogs crawl away. Car passes. Tic. Phone rings. Glass cracks. Tic. Did you see that? Black fingernails strapped to linen. Sound of steel beneath flesh, perhaps not deep enough still. Tic. Direction gone. Mangle us. Tic. Septic from piss. Tic. Line around heel. Lack of nails cracked. Tic. Glass crimson as thee doctor fell. Hiding his face they say. Shame. A blunt instrument in surgeon's hands. Dry noise in throat washing across winter as trains drift by. Counting. Tic. Noise of dreams at thee door. Tic. Huge carved monoliths, ivory curved around thee illusory gates. "Open, open!" For know reason. For just a small map, an old routine frozen before. Before time passed on. Leaving spirals bouncing against spirals. Wherever we observe, it is all ways thee same place. Thee traces remain. To me. To me. Thee sex scene over for now. Last night thee flesh came. Open arms, strong, empty pale. A volunteer. Light behind in thee doorway. Fading fresco. Let dreams slide across thee floor of winter, splinters in foot. Gasps of little boy who didn't want to bleed.All ready. Blood. Feet stamping. Fingers jabbing in groin. Tic. Already empty. Drifting in story: no detail forgotten. No fact erased. No one watched. Trapped in small room. Tic. Looking up at thee ceiling there were thee usual number of tiles laid out. Tic. Gray as photographs. Thee same cathedral we all used to pass a way in. Small baby smiled. Kicked. Such simple structures cascade from box to corner. Kicked. Fear of lust of destruction. Kicked. Results not uncommon. Stolen trusts. Cold. Just a very, very small game. Lights of night twisted overhead. Tic. Exactly several days passed. Tic. Sick dogs slouch away. Tic. Knives flared in little boy hands. Tic. Fortunes slumping in corners wrestling. Tic. Thee car dumped near piles of earth. Tic. To flicker of moon on knife in stream of icy breath. Tic. Wondering. Tic. Wondering. Zero point. Responsibilities cracked like frostbitten flesh. (How Victorian.) A window slammed shut. Awake, all ways. Here we are. No thing recovers. Still drinking rain as patchwork leaves sleazily cover deep, deep, deep dreams. Eassau, e' did. Our favorite snow defined tree just peters away and is off or something. From thee window, just lumps of flesh moving near water. A ction of wall flaking like thee bedbug- ridden plaster of "daath". (How very, very Victorian.) Ex- dreams contained in fertile liquid. Thee ectoplasmic thoughts made ritual gestures and parted with no messages spoken, an emptiness of this story. Thee serene time merely serves to spill, then dies like poison spiders stamped needfully underfoot. A spark of will before thee cold draught and damp "would" of future, placed near dying trees. Severe rot. Tic. Uncouth sounds playing across skin like light erotic fingers. Tic. Yes, odd steel needles buried in needy images. Tic. Hard, no sounds. Tic. Next ache is a continuation of the first ache. Tic or breath or pulse or waft. Tic. Begorah, always thee same numbers. Tic. Good dew ladels sweat on the body knowingly tensed. Tic. [sic] By night laced in stomach, expression traced in nails basked in victims blood. Tic. Choke, my Knight. Tic. Get her Inside thee boxed papers inscribed with meaningless maps, intersections. Remember? Eying sophisticates from under the trees of guilt, of shame. Paralysing. Eyes useless. Regret useless. Heat of tracks counted like withered grass. Twisted in old hair. Throat washing across winter as an old routine drifts by. No dream forgotten. Links of old senses in rope. Knots of divinity. Aware of floor on flesh, tubes of water. Raging mud lightens it up. No thoughts, thee best type of mind. Empty vessels make thee most alchemically pure cathedral stones. Life is moving, Charlie. Time gripping tight like a lover's orgasm. Tied trees bending. Quiet and hooded. Thea sins too small noises of rats next door. Cable, craw, celibate. Roar. Fur trembling like light.. Pulling scales clear of rustling menses in thee essential nature of legends. Shadows steal from endless counting. Thee rest left open. Roar. Not enough. Knot. Tide goes out. genesis p-orridge Cazadero, California, Feb 1994 PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U Reviews PSYCHIC TV Towards Thee Infinite Beat (Visionary re-issue [VICD002] It's very fitting that this recording be one of the first PTV discs for Visionary to release, simply because this is very likely PTV's most "accessible" album to date. By that term I don't mean that it is tame in any way, just that it is the album most people happen to stumble upon first (due largely to the fact that it was previously released by WaxTrax in The U.S.). Upon first listen of this album (several years ago, for myself), one may be relatively unimpressed. The dance beats, rave influences, and overall "pop" feel tends to suggest ordinariness. Further and closer examinations of the album, however, eventually reveal an extremely diverse and intelligent assortment of sounds as well as subject matter. This record is certainly home to a few classics. I.C. Water, the Ian Curtis tribute, is likely the most well known tune, while Horror House has become legendary in its own right with a terrific piano line and samples from Apocalypse Now. The only disappointment with this re-release is the lack of new/different artwork. The front section's artwork and layout is identical to that of the copies originally released in Europe on TEMPLE RECORDS. The back cover only differs in that it bares Visionary's markings. As always, Towards Thee Infinite Beat is an essential part of any PTV fan's collection, be he an old-timer or a new comer. en-JOY. -MB (Visionary\28-30 The Square, St.Annes\Lytham St.Annes\FY8 1RF\U.K.) PSYCHIC TV Ultradrug (Visionary- VICD 001) Ultrahouse was originally released in 1991 in the U.S. by Wax Trax Records. This recording isn't just a re-release- it has been re-mastered, re-edited, and re-mixed to achieve what I consider to be a far better final product. This release contains new tracks from Genesis and Larry Thrasher, who seems to be a new member or PTV. This disc is what it claims to be-a trip. If you listen carefully or even just read the song titles, you can see how the album is structured to represent a psychedelic experience. This record will especially appeal to those of you who like PTV's dance/rave music (circa Jack The Tab). -MB (Visionary/28-30 The Square, St. Annes/Lytham St. Annes/FY81RF/U.K.) BOYD RICE Ragnarok Rune (World Serpent- WSBCD 013) Well...I've finally found a disc that I absolutely cannot listen to all the way through. In fact, I haven't listened to it for more than five minutes without starting to go a bit mental. The reason why this disc is so damn irritating is because the tracks consist of one sustained (dis)chord with a bit of subtle ambient noodling in the far background. One track is the same as the next, only the main noise is of a higher or lower pitch. I find that when this tactic is used in noise music, the result is an extreme increase in my own personal tension level- you keep waiting for the actual climax and denouement, but they never come. This makes for an extremely long and uncomfortable listening session. Masochists need only apply. -MB (World Serpent/Unit 717 Seager Buildings/Brookmill Road/London/SE8 4HL/U.K.) COSEY FANNI TUTTI Time To Tell (Conspiracy Intl.-CTI93 004) There is much to be learned of Cosey here. Upon viewing the Twenty-six post-card-style photos included in this set, I found myself going into the reading and listening material with a preset opinion of how I was going to feel about this woman's solo work. This preset opinion was soon diminished to a cautious appreciation. This soft spoken woman has much to relish in her chosen fields as a musician, performance artist and stripper. Understanding of her reasons for entering these fields was a learning experience for this feminist. She expresses her need to do exactly what she wants in a way that is inarguable, even by the most right wing conservatives. The reading material in this set is both intelligent and informative. It describes the true nature of this woman and her work. The many descriptions of her performances/actions, alone and with Genesis P. Orridge, are both intriguing and disturbing. But she reminds us that Horror is something that needs to be put back in it's place. The musical content of this set is sensuous and relaxing, reflecting the message in the written material. I highly recommend this to the avid collector, or anyone who is interested in counter-culture realities. All-in-all it is safe to say that whether you agree with her choices or not, this woman's work will make you sit up and take notice. -JB (World Serpent/Unit 717 Seager Buildings/Brookmill Road/London/SE8 4HL/U.K.) COIL The Angelic Conversation Poetic and beautiful. This soundtrack to the 1985 Derek Jarman film is entirely tranquil. The mixtures of sounds, music and poetry make it a truly enjoyable listening experience. Coil once again has proven their mastery of creating emotion through sound. If you enjoyed Hellraiser Themes this is a guaranteed pleaser. When listening to this CD one can not help but long to view the movie for which it was written, myself included. -JB (World Serpent/Unit 717 Seager Buildings/Brookmill Road/London/SE8 4HL/U.K.) PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U ADDRESS LISTINGS I.T.C.- Institute for Thelemic Culture 1430 Williamette Box 23 Eugene, OR. U.S.A. 97401 Group in Oregon that promotes Thelemic events, people, ideas and products. Have put on two PTV shows (that I know of) and intend to do it again every six months. Recordings of those events are available through them. Write for more info. PTV4UNE P.O. Box 232 Nanaimo B.C. CANADA V9R 5K9 mbali@island.net Quarterly "fan-zine" distributed via the PSYCHOSPHERE. Source of PTV info as well as new album reviews, addresses, contacts, etc. The official fan-zine of PSYCHIC TV. Transmedia Foundation P.O. Box 1034 Occidental, CA U.S.A. 95465 Send some I.R.C.'s to get the latest newsletter. PTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4UNEPTV4U CLOSING NOTES- We wish to thank everyone who helped bring this issue of PTV4UNE together. Genesis P-Orridge, The Transmedia Foundation, the staff of Visionary Communications, and everyone else... THANK-YOU! If you have anything you would like to contribute (reviews, poetry, comments, whatever...), send it to us. See you next time (April 23, 1995)