Andrew Weatherall presents unreleased music from the Moine Dubh.
Somewhere within an area bounded by Zola's residence in exile, Pissarro's paint pots, Marconi's mistakenly Martian message receiver and the site of a Spurgeon sermon, lies a tract of boggy ground of which not even ardent foragers are aware.
It was whilst digging for peat on this land that my spade struck the metal box.
A box buried in the rich dark layer.
A box buried in the moine dubh.
On retrieving and opening what looked like an ammo tin I found it to be full of quarter inch magnetic tape.
Tapes full of invocation,evocation and magick.
Spells etched into magnetic ribbons.