This is perhaps the best rendition of this poem i have ever heard. the poem paired with the voice and music of Clatch is so emotional and almost gothic or intentionally gothically beautiful.
i am waiting for the next release this friday.
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The Conqueror Worm is a 19 minute musical adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe's classic lyric poem. An acoustic and mildly 'orchestral' journey into the kind of Gothic Blues and Roots music I feel most at home writing and playing nowadays. A cross between Beelzebub Jones and CrowSoul, with lyrics by Mr Poe himself.
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Homemade CD with full colour insert card
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Home produced CDr, with a cover printed on recycled art card in a plastic wallet. Includes an A5 full colour double sided print on heavyweight art card featuring the poem text. Signed and numbered, limited to 50 copies only.
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Lo! ’tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
released June 3, 2022
Words by Edgar Allan Poe, copyright is in the Public Domain.
All music written, performed and recorded by A D McLatchie
Independent label for the recording projects of Andrew McLatchie (aka Half Deaf Clatch). Slightly strange musicianer. Eleven Time British Blues Award Finalist 2013 - 2016
Six Time UK Blues Award Finalist 2018 - 2022
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This is the music of a march through harsh deserts with ancient ziggurats to forgotten gods rising in the distance. This is the music of warrior clans battling and the constant struggle for survival in an unforgiving land. This is a doom-laden, heavy metal opus. DANIIEL