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He had no idea who his secret master was, whether it was someone he met
everyday, or a demon (he laughed at himself) from another dimension. He had
decided it would be wiser not to try and find out. He had locked the door against
his secretary. He kept this room swept free of surveillance, not trusting the
routine security service, using his own expertise. He put the book away (the
dossier was nothing, a focus, a ritual): took out his box of props and lit an
incense-studded candle. He should be naked: but better not, just in case of
interuption. What message must I send? He didn t fully understand, but he knew.
Kneeling by his desk, he looped the knotted cord around his wrists in token of
submission, and fumbled a cut on the underside of his forearm, letting a little
blood flow. Bowing his head, he whispered, in the ancient language that Ax
Preston was trying in vain to suppress: Come, master, come lord. Come soon. The fruit is ripe.
3: Car Park Barbie
(Was: Sweetness and Light) Unmasked, Aoxomoxoa and the Heads (whitemusic.) NME album
of the week *****
Rock and Roll Music, witch s brew of magic power chords, hijacked tech and untramelled
hedonism, is the essential soundtrack of the revolution, and anyone who needed to be told that
by the high culture authorities makes us puke . . . But even political correctness is a poor
excuse for this fearless stunt-dive into a bucketful of tasteful ditties for the overseventies. How
the king of weird could make such anodyne choices leaves us reeling in the years, and finding
Aoxomoxoa s Desert Island Discs leave much to be desired. The sentiment-fest is only
relieved by two new tunes and a plaintive a capella rendition of  The Diarrhoea Song , that the
world could have done without. Yes, that s Fiorinda on the vocals on  Ripple and  Atlantic
Highway and also (uncredited) playing guitar on  Scarlet Begonias . The antiques are
unspeakably predictable (Psychokiller); need (ahem) no explanation (Son Of A Preacher Man;
Mighty Real), and guess what, there s far too much Grateful Dead. George Merrick rules the
sound with aplomb, Bill Trevor turns in a cool tenor solo or two, and my, Peter Stannen, you
handsome devil, all the girls will be swooning now! Since you re going to buy it anyway, we ll
unashamedly leap onto the bandwagon. The lads can sing after all, the dancing is a treat, and at
least there are fewer opportunites for irritating Cornish bits. Don t forget to download a copy
for your gran.
The Triumvirate returned from Cornwall with a new body language, a new
collection of private jokes, and Sage was staying at the Brixton flat. In no time at
all the story featured on Weal s ?Apokryfa : the same strip cartoon venue as
had hosted the Fascist Junta skit that so annoyed Rob.
It s the night before the Reich gets on the road for the Festival Season. They re all in that pub near
Vauxhall Bridge, which for Apokryfa s purposes is eternally hopping with leaders of the glorious
revolution, plus colourful entourage. Chip Desmond and Kevin Verlaine, daftly garbed fashion-victims,
have their heads together; mulling over the latest plot development. They think they have a handle on the
sheep. Sage s Barbie Doll collection is a concept. Wild strawberries they can get their heads around. But
what about those bacon sandwiches?
Fiorinda breezes by (Apokryfa s perennial Fiorinda-The-Unwashed, a bundle of garments with an
absurdly tiny waist, a cloud of dirt and smells fizzing around her uncontrollable hair. Like PigPen in
Charles Schultz s Peanuts, she cannot stay clean). A speech-balloon bounces back over her shoulder.
 It s like a Mars Bar party, She s grinning ear to ear.  Only different.
Mr Dictator and the Minister for Gigs, drinking at the bar with Doug Hutton, the Reich s security chief,
simultaneously choke on their beer.
How does Apokryfa get hold of these quirky details? Are they genuine? Early in July the gruelling
Festival circuit brought them back to London for a
gala National Gallery opening called ?Stairway To Heaven: The Virtual
Counterculture . Immaterial works of genius filled Trafalgar Square, glittering
with colour and causing consternation to the pigeons. A-lister guests stood about
nattering and snacking, the PA played a medley of the Few s greatest hits. Ax,
guitar over his shoulder because he d been busking for the cameras, stopped by
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