SVENGALI Episode 3 – “Live At The Foundry” part 2 of 2
Join our Facebook fan group. www.facebook.com Svengali Pilot Episode 3 is a twelve minute special. Follow Dixie as he gatecrashes a live radio show at The Foundry. The full series of SVENGALI is now available FREE on iTunes. Our cast this episode features Jonathan Owen, Roger Evans and Sean Harris playing photographer Anton Blair. The episode was shot during the recording of Tracey Moberly’s weekly radio show for Resonance FM. Guests on Tracey’s show this week are Alan Mcgee, A&R man Brian Horse, ex-Libertines Carl Barat, ex-Oasis guitarist Bonehead, Goldie Lookin’ Chain’s Maggot, Gavin Bain and his band Hopeless Heroic. Hear the full story of Dixie’s invasion as it happened on The Late Late Breakfast Show, Tuesday 5th May at 8pm on Resonance 104.4 London or www.resonancefm.com. www.facebook.com We are indebted to the Merthyr Media Project for their camera equipment and generous support. Svengali series crew: camera operators – Jonathan Bloom, Adrian O’Toole, John Evans. Sound Mick Duffield, Production Assistant Alex Ashman. Edited by Paul Endacott on Final Cut Pro. The series is semi-improvised around scripts written by Dean Cavanagh. Directed by Philip John. Produced by Burn After Listening.
One of the pioneers of Gothenburg Melodic Death Metal genre. ~Lyrics~ Rush faster on the one-way lane the answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armours grind our souls in the millstone of time the “deathbed harvest” is dead man’s banquet of mould ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we go..our steps so silent And we go..our blooded trace; The Jester Race Calling our to the gathered masses; their answers so silent And we go.. Embracing the tools of the neo-wolf age that speak of silence and silence alone Offering the tokens, the reliced idols to the heirs of the newly raped ground inferior even to the transparent winds lesser in motion and sound And we go.. There is no trace of me in their altered blueprints of life Gaia impaled on their horns and lances to fumes from her body give case as the throng of blind mind savour the scent, dream-dead from prosaic and hate Sunwind strokes the electroheart, ignition roars through the corridors, stream launching the binary vessels Vanities in extreme formations ride into tormorrow’s rigid futile scripts of our dying jester race
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