That Hellraiser Prequel We All Want

Al Gendry was your average artisan of occult artifacts.

His whole life was going to hell…

Al: More bills!

Until he met… a hellraiser

Pinhead: I would like you to build me a box that makes people’s lives worse.

Al: Hallelujah!

<Pinhead winces.>

Summer, 2023… THE TORMENT NEXUS.

Once it’s done being crafted, we’ll have such sights to show you!

The Signal: EP188

The Signal: EP188 – Exactly 45 minutes of tune for dancing Euro-vampires (and everybody else). We’ve got all sorts of sounds for you, from ayahuasca ceremony field recordings to heavy dub, from wholesomely filthy octogenarian hip hop to gloomy European no wave and more.

Download by clicking on the link (or image) above. The file is available only for a limited time. If you’re interested in the tracklist, it’s in the mp3 itself, in the id3 tags. If you’d like to receive an email every time a new mix is posted, uh… ask me, I guess. I’m maintaining a mailing list by hand, like a yokel.

not the punchlines I remember

What is the difference between a sabertoothed tiger and a tuna fish sandwich?

Well if you don’t know, I’m not putting you in charge of lunch orders.

But I am putting you in charge of a top secret initiative to bring extinct species back to life with the explicit goal of letting them break free and kill as many humans as possible, making for a slow, inefficient way at tackling climate change.

What do you call an 800 lb gorilla sitting in your living room?

Charles! My god, it’s Charles, my 800 lb gorilla son! Back from the war!

My boy, you never wrote! We thought you died in some muddy trench, or tangled in barbed wire! They sent us your dog tags and a medal! A letter from the president, Charlie!

Why did they ever let a gorilla enlist, I cried! What good is a president’s sympathy when my family is shattered!

But now! You’re back! HOW?!? Oh never mind that, let me get a kettle on…

keep dialing, I’m reloading

Your call is important to us. We teach our children about your call… their imaginations light up, thinking about its possible content, about the vast stretches of quiet waiting that precede it. They chirp and bark in imitation of a call that has yet to happen, with no way of knowing if their little animal cries are accurate.

Maybe the 2nd Most Dangerous Game

The millionaire pushed another shell into the side of his shotgun and used the barrel to indicate the open meadow in front of us. “And now it is time to hunt… the most dangerous game.”

Me: “Like what, like a frisbee with razor blades on the side, or like… football but the ball is a grenade? Which game?”

Apparently I was supposed to be running, I dunno, they don’t make things clear here.

It’s Wednesday: The Hammered Man

It’s Wednesday and we all know what that means! We collect the bloody iron spikes scattered along the road and once again mourn the escape of the Hammered Man who every week pulls itself free from its many restraints and attempts to rejoin the forest.

But there’s only one tree as big as you, eh, Hammered Man? Can’t hide at all in our meager wood. It takes a few days, but pretty soon you’ll be back in the road where we put you. Until next week, most likely.

it’s in all the papers

Legislators have pushed forward a measure calling for all “little men in the garden” to stop “softly singing in the silver moonlight, calling to our bones, calling for them to come home.”

“Let’s get back to having a country where we wake up in the morning without finding our teeth in little rows on the window sill, lined up like they’re in a parade, like they were only stopped by the glass and otherwise they would have been done to the garden,” says Senator Finkle.

get the timing right

I put my last words on a cassette and rigged it into a loop so it could keep playing

cause I wasn’t sure when I was going to die

but it’s been running so long, the tape is flaking, there’s this hiss

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Black Cat’s Regret
All the Colors Are Black
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