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This page is still under construction, so forgive the mess. will be up and running soon though, the plasmatwins..... This is an obscure page on the works of Edward Kaspel and the Legendary Pink Dots. This is not the REAL page. Am awaiting pictures and short stories and such from edward in the mail and have to do a little bit of researching. hope you enjoy anyways!!!!!!!! Little tid bits of things are thrown around in here. If you have anything intersting to add, e-mail me. ~The Secret Dance of the Chinadolls~ ~Cast of Characters/Credits~ ~Our CD/LP Collection~ ~Interviews/Articles~ ~The Infinity Waltz~ ~Throughout albums and songs, Edward has emphasized the importance of the reoccurring number, 834. The number has had the following appearances:~The Infinity Waltz~ ~We, the Legendary Pink Dots feel it is our duty to inform an unwary public that the new number of the Beast is 834. In fact we, the Legendary Pink Dots were instrumental in this turn of events. Let us explain... ~Our CD/LP Collection~ The Legendary Pink Dots ~BRIGHTER NOW.....1981/82
*****first edition..... 1991 ~TANITH AND THE LION TREE *****second edition ..... 1997 ~LYVV CHINADOLL ..... 1982/92 ~THE MAN WHO NEVER WAS *****reissue LP ..... 1995? ~DOWN IN THE CITY OF HEARTBREAK AND NEEDLES ..... 1995 ~DOWN IN THE CITY OF HEARTBREAK AND NEEDLES Vol. 2 ..... 1998 ~THE BLUE ROOM ..... 1998 ~THE BLUE ROOM Ltd. Ed. Dbl.LP..... 1998 |
~Cast of Characters/Credits~~A growing guide to the people and friends involved. | ||||||||||||||||
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~The Secret Dance of the Chinadolls~ ~[edward] The Secret Dance of the China Dolls: The Story of the Legendary Pink Dots GO BACK!!! †Sixteen years. You're in a small damp room. Three flames from three white candles lean toward the window, driven by a steady breeze from under the old door. Three sets of tired eyes search for stars on a cruel November night. There are none. A pitch black ceiling closing in, slowly. Pressing down...and the soundtrack goes on. Seven hours now. Three sets of tired hands working, weaving a flawed tapestry in an abyss. †Occasionally the door opens and someone looks in and laughs. It's a cynical laugh but no-one is hurt because three sets of tired ears are tuned in to the soundtrack. On and on. Eight hours, twenty-three hours, seven days, SIXTEEN YEARS. The tapestry stretches across the sea thru borders, wraps itself around the planet. The soundtrack goes on and on, unceasing. The scream becomes louder....louder... †This is the Werld of The Legendary Pink Dots, creators of the most hallucinogenic and emotional music the universe has ever known. The name deriving from a mysterious obsession of a few friends with three microscopic drops of pink blood (or was it nail polish?) on an olde piano keyboard, the pink zone is a dark Werld of ancient secrets within which one finds the cracks and doors to the summoning dance of the china dolls, the landing of thee Lyvv angel Lisa, and the last lost soul of the thirteenth apocalypse of Some Fine Legacy: The Prophet Edward Ka-Spell, the tiny emperor of all premonitions, so gallantly screaming. †Formed in August of 1980 in a dark basement in the east end of London, The Legendary Pink Dots began out of the friendship of Edward Ka-Spell and Sir Phillip Knight - known only as The Silver Man. Beginning as a three piece composed of keyboard, bass, acoustic guitar, and the voice of the old Gods, the Pink Dots pioneered a darkly magickal psychedelic sound witch has continuously changed and evolved, from the ghostly minimal acoustic guitar and analog synthesizer callings of 1982's "Brighter Now" to the shining technically perfected musical narratives of 1994's "Nine Lives to Wonder." Certain influences lurk in the background such as the old German electronics of Faust and Can, as well as the lonely echoing chants of Syd Barrett and the early Pink Floyd - each giving the Prophet Qa'Sepel the diamond keys to a whole new musical genre full of brightly bleak tales of Medieval Magick, demonically enshrined lost love, and thee command: SING...SING WHILE YOU MAY!!! †[brighter now] It all began with "Brighter Now" (1982). Following an encounter as the only audience-members watching an improvising noise band at the edge of a field at a London festival in 1979, Edward and The Silver Man ascended the stairs to the garden in the basement to teach themselves a few simple chords. The album starts in the "Red Castle," a lonely chant to a lost maiden addressed only as "you" about whom is more is revealed in "The Wedding", in which occurs a separation from and within Edward. Then comes "Apocalypse Then," "The City Ghosts," the seance in "The Hanging Garden," all to quietly end in the lonely calls from the deadly soma bath where we all die "In Bliss." †The early sound continued onto the second LP, 1983's [curse cover] "Curse." To the sparse effects, simple narrative lyrical structures, and a darkness deriving from a melancholic self- consciousness, the group added electric guitar, and a whole new cascade of china-twisted vocal effects. Edward introduced two new themes which would become seminal to his tragic Werld: the lady Lisa and the ever-proliferating china dolls. The opening-track, "Love Puppets," takes Lisa into the void of becoming a widow or perhaps an eight-legged wife who kills everyone at Lisa's party with a pretty dose of cyanide in thee delicate mint pies. Just when you thought they were dead the Enochian familiar shouts, "Arzhklah Olgevezh!" while in the dolls house under the rock gazing at the aeroplanes. †In these first, most personal and mysterious of Pink Dots releases, Edward's biomorphic alter-egos are portrayed as utterly alone in a dying Werld permeated by the "yous," cold Medusas out to open up the gaps in Edward's cracking head. The mid-eighties brought a silent change however, as the silent cracks brought a new mambo bouncing passion. "The Tower" (1984) and "Asylum" (1985) present a new journey of explosive desire and change to the melting pink cloud. †Thru-out "The Tower", Edward's narrative style shifts for the first time from a lonely, drowning "I" to a more descriptive and generally distanced narrative, emanating magnacoloured medieval scenarios of battling the fiery oppositions within the lost kingdom of the tower (a story which continues thru- out a total of 7 Pink Dots songs on 3 albums). In this werld where "The lightening always dances in every brain," "no one has the key to the tower!" Within the tower reappears the maiden previously spotted in the Black Castle on the first record. The band has here left the candlelit basement and begun there terminally kaleidoscopic descent into the fantastikal bloody streets of "Poppy Day," where "We shall not grow old" brings the christening of the new invisible female priestess Astrid - who emerges as Lisa's fantasymate. Thee genesssis of Astrid, as was the case with Lisa, and the future slippery notions of Tanith and The Four Great Hotels (Noir, Blanc, X and Z), opens up a new crack for the psychic confusion in The Prophet E's mind. †Astrid took the new electric-Baroque Pink Dots back into themselves on "Asylum" (1985). On this and more obviously the other undiscussed "The Lovers" of the same prolific year Edward fell in love for the first time and proclaimed it to the werld on songs such as the biting 12" single "Curious Guy." Edward had entered the werld of the shining Lady Sunshine, a mysterious temptress who had previously appeared as the spectral voice of the dead on "Curse's" "Hiding" (known then as ARADIA). The Lady Sunshine brought with her love of Lisa thee introduction of the Magnificent CAPTAIN and his naughty little sidekick THE MONKEY, perhaps the baby Edward as a crooked child. On ghostly tracks such as "Agape", the Lady's new lead vocals duel with The Prophet's, making a new experimental AAZZYD sound, raping angels as The Triumphantly Laughing Guitars of The Father Pastorius (Bob Pistoor/thee Stret Majest Allarme) exchange eyelashes with Sunshine's slithering violin solos - and Saint Peter arrives on horse, keys all bloody. Yes thee echo police have come with Gorgon Zola's naked child afire as the only fifteen flies fall into the enchanted femme mirage; the quiet prisoner of "demonism" gently caressing herself and screaming "I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIGHT!!!" THIS COULD BE THE END!!! †Thee End, on and on till Golden Dawn....Following the eurotranz 12" classic "Curious Guy" (1986) and the terrifying "Blacklist" (1987), the Pink Dots continued down out furthr, furthr - a mesmerizing descent beginning with 1987's "Any Day Now" and continuing on today. On thee thirteen minute voyage through "Waiting for the Cloud," Edward has entirely left the white zone of consciousness of one's self. All the selves are bundled up carefully, each in its own oxygen tent. Lisa was reborn for the fifth time on this magnificent record, as Edward's writing style plunged off thee silver cliff into free association, losing the restrictive demands of coherent story-telling in favor of using words as vicious broken-glass bombs to rip up the fresh flesh in the tiny porcelain sky. Father Bob's guitar rules with complete power on tracks like the glistening witchfinder tale "Casting the Runes." †"Any Day Now" took the Dots into the Dungeon of melting PULSING plastic on the first triad of the most technically beautiful releases: "The Golden Age" (1988), "The Crushed Velvet Apocalypse" (1990), and "The Maria Dimension" (1991). If the early "Brighter Now" had introduced a small and shy "I", then finally that angry little monster had put on her armor and mounted a great white stallion to take on the brittle werld with Black Roses in the broken shadow box. Der Kataaclimiichi and the rest of the band imploded inside thee iridescent rainbow of neon gold. A permanent move to Holland to take up a hermetic, workaholic residence in the polder- country barn of wind-player Niels van Hoornblower. The instrumental peak of total D'Archangel glory... G O B A C K ! ! ! ! ! †The father brought out the wicked sitar, Niels conjured Gilgamesh with his army of flute, sexophon and an oval-shaped black thing. It can only be said that by this time, The Silver Man floated beneath the moon, cross-legged, waiting, US ANGELS AIN"T AFRAID OF WATER ARE WE!!! †MMMMMMMMMMM....Mezhanyne....Maybe this could be...MMMMMMMMMM.. The songs during this period construct images impossible to envision - blissful sensuality breached in the space between laughing and crying at a mad king. From the Green Gang's" hazy ride thru-out the ephemeral drunkenness of "Crushed Velvet" to the wild whirlwind tingling fright of the body disappearing on "Maria's' "Evolution", one can only wonder, weave shadows, and reawaken....this could be thee end. †1991 brought the tragic death of The Father Pastorius after an exhausting bout with cancer. Our hearts shall always be with him. One week before the 1991 cross-continental MARIA DIMENSION TOUR (Jerusalem, Cairo, Athens, and the legendary evening at thee Club Lingerie in decimated Los Angelees) , new guitarist Martin van de Cleer stepped into The Father's shoes with amazing elegance and accuracy - joining Silver, Edward, Niels and polite Canadian bassist Ryan Moore, to form the Pink Dots line up of "Shadoweaver" (1992), "Malachai" (1993), and "Nine Lives to Wonder" (1994). Martin, Ryan and the arrival of new producer and old friend, Steven Stapleton (Nurse With Wound) gave the Dots a secret ticket to push out furthr than ever before, colliding in the stroboscope. Yes now you see me now you don't. Tonite I'm dressed in black, I mourn thee death of colour. Hopeless, I'm crying in my wine thru the happy hour; I count the lines that crawl across my face and around my I's. Watch the ballerinas fly out on the powder clouds thru six dimensions. Express. We never touch, only press but I swear I'll protect you if you'd only look into my eyes. c oose your masks and raise your armor - EYES DOWN FOR CHERADERAMA!!!! †On the 20 minute terror of "We Bring the Day' (on "Malachai"), Eric Satie, Wagner, and a Siamese morph of Martin Denny and Hieronymous Bach bus tables for thee olde werld Lucifer who sharpens his Stapletonian daggers in the city of needles. yes he has the key to heaven. There's no more window on their werld, only a tiny kingdom> of flies. Lisa is gone. Forever. Separated from Joey the canary's last day out on the boards, God if only Madame Guillotine knew that the nine shades to the circle were the space in between, lost with the ghosts of unborn children in the third room of the plasma twins. TANITH....TANITH.....SOFTLY...SOFTLY....SOFTLY ...Laughing!!! Sing...SING WHILE YOU MAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! †I hadn't seen her for years. The shadows in that lonely basement had now descended to thee inner garden to dance in the Secret Dance of the China Dolls. †At this point even thee deviant (and we must stick together) can say no more with words. As the music is always pushing the tapestry furthr and furthr out into the dead black werld to challenge all "limits" of acceptable visceral experience, nothing can be compared> to the Pink Dots live experience - get in thee front row and stare into the glass eye and cracked china doll face of a dark army of Neon gladiaTors. And never GO BACK!!!~ †A big thanks to all at cloud zero† Information on this page gathered from the cloud zero web page. see below url for link | |||||||||||||||||
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