Sir F. Chook, Inventor of Leopard Oil

Likeness captured upon a daguerrotype machine in Japan, July 1891


Wherein the Author reflects upon certain topical & personal issues of the Day.

Now That’s What I Call Baphomet!

Penned upon the 29th of December, 2014

Summer is waxing here in the colonies, as evinced by the sudden abundance of tepid white jazz, played in every even remotely public space. Some of it is Christmas songs (I hesitate to call them “carols”), to be sure, but the Powers That Be seem to be somehow convinced that any Rat Pack-era recording counts as seasonal music. Now, I might be overall so-so on this whole Christmas thing, but I do believe in jazz, and it saddens me to see it misused so. What we need is a little good old-fashioned immorality in this dirgeful turgidity! And that is why I feel impelled to introduce to you the licentious stylings of Deuce Dickens Jr., Satanist Crooner, and his latest release, Unholy Bop! Featuring such forbidden tracks as:

Wishing You A Jolly Anti-Christmas
Don’cha See (The Coming Darkness)
You And Me And The Psilanthropist Heresy
She Had Big Blue Eyes All Over
Ain’t That Just Like Asmodeus
Let’s Do It (Let’s Revel In Vice)
What I Lost At Those Crossroads
When My Baby Smiles (We All Die)
What Can I Do With Your Heart
These Unconsecrated Things
I’ll See You Down Below
That Old Black Magic (That Is Proscribed By Canon Law)

I am sure you will agree that the soullessly soulful tunes of Deuce Dickens Jr. are precisely what is needed to undermine Western morality through into the New Year. Unholy Bop! is available everywhere dark arts are practised.

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Commentary upon “Now That’s What I Call Baphomet!”

  1. Professor von Explaino was heard to remark,

    Upon the 30th of December, 2014 at 8:05 am,

    May I also recommend A Very Scary Solstice and An Even Scarier Solstice

    Cheerily dismal, and blends in surreptitiously to subvert the season.

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