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CTHULHU AWAITS THURSDAY NOVEMBER 3rd // ...faint drumming and red flame were noted on the distant hills... // CHANT DOWN BABYLON LET iT SiNK // ...tentacular techno for the Ancient Aquatic Ones... sonic submersibles driven by the Drexciyans... futurist geometries & non-Euclidean rhythms for the Elder Gods... insanity irrupting from the deep... // "The Call of Cthulhu" is a 1926 story by HP Lovecraft about the arising of the Elder God from the ocean, the Ancient One, all tentacles and weirdness capable of re-shaping reality into something strange and unspeakable... Cthulhu is called forth in a fury of intense drumming, arising from the oceanic depths in a monolithic temple of strange geometries and non-Euclidean angles... its irreality driving us all to madness. // The ferocious return of the aquatic undead always made me wonder if Cthulhu was, in fact, the arising of a Drexciyan überlord from the deep, here to enact vengeance upon the colonizers... for those that don't know, the Drexicyans are R1 mutants, aquatic descendants of Africans thrown overboard from the slave ships... harnessed by the storm, Drexciya arrives to submerge all in watery subconsciousness. // HAiL Cthulhu, that “monster of vaguely anthropoid outline, but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long narrow wings behind”, in which consciousness manifests “in shapes and forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity”... // Is that CthulHU on the horizon...? // "...the men sight a great stone pillar sticking out of the sea, and in S. Latitude 47° 9′, W. Longitude 126° 43′ come upon a coast-line of mingled mud, ooze, and weedy Cyclopean masonry which can be nothing less than the tangible substance of earth’s supreme terror—the nightmare corpse-city of R’lyeh, that was built in measureless aeons behind history by the vast, loathsome shapes that seeped down from the dark stars. There lay great Cthulhu and his hordes, hidden in green slimy vaults and sending out at last, after cycles incalculable, the thoughts that spread fear to the dreams of the sensitive and called imperiously to the faithful to come on a pilgrimage of liberation and restoration." —H.P. Lovecraft // CHANT DOWN BABYLON LET iT SiNK // Victims themselves of a close encounter / Desperate abducters, constructers become infected, vexed / By an alien virus, so alien, so viral / Living Space Apes, creatures, covered, smothered in ripe tentacles / Stimulating the audio nerve directly / You wanna come flex with me? — Burial and Space Ape, “Space Ape” (Burial, 2006)