Viscera A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies
Side A 27:55
Blank Faces Of The Others
Something Else Strangely Familiar
Honest/Dishonest
Bones Are Chairs
Ugly Talk
Juices
Failing
A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies
Side B 26:18
Shards
As Though On Little Wheels
And Said Nothing
Last Wish
Changing Minds
Strange Words
The Box Is Green
Geometry
A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies was the second full length tape by Viscera, Debbie Jaffe and Hal McGee. It has always been my favorite Viscera tape, and it is the work in which our main themes reach their fullest expression. Gothic minimal synth industrial. Twisted poetic vocalizations over synth backings of Moog Prodigy and Casio MT-11, clarinet, drum machine and tape loops. It was recorded in 1983, and released in early 1984, on cassette, C55. Re-released by Harsh Reality Music in 1990.
from the January 1985 Cause And Effect catalog:
IN A FOREIGN FILM led the listener to the brink of insanity;
this cassette jumps out over "the edge". The heavily vocal-oriented,
extremely minimal stylizations of Jaffe & McGee have drawn comparisons
to Cultural Amnesia, DDAA, Nico, Lemon Kittens, Young Marble Giants, The
Velvets and others. "The emphasis here is on the atmosphere created
by first the twisted poetic words; then the music kind of takes the whole
thing a step downwards into despair." (No Commercial Potential).
A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies was the
second full length tape by Debbie Jaffe and myself recorded under the
name Viscera. It has always been my favorite Viscera tape, and it is the
work in which our main themes reach their fullest expression. It was recorded
in 1983, and released in early 1984.
Horror Movies is also our most accessible and melodic work. Like its predecessor,
In A Foreign Film, Horror Movies was mostly recorded live through a stereo
microphone directly to a cassette deck. So, much of the primitive sound
of Foreign Film is still here, but there is a greater refinement and confidence
to the performances.
A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies is almost unrelentingly morbid, dark
and dreary. Debbie and I dressed in black quite a lot, smoke and drank
heavily, and generally were pretty damn depressed and morose. Horror Movies
not only dwells on but revels in the dark side of the psyche.
For the Whole Universe Of Horror Movie sessions we borrowed a Moog Prodigy
synthesizer from our friend Roberta Eklund, and we gave it quite a workout.
You can hear Debbie playing it on the opening track, "Blank Faces
Of The Others", with me on our trusty Casio MT-11, on a fog-enshrouded
instrumental that sets the tone for what will follow.
All of the songs on the first side of the tape form a suite, with each
piece flowing into the next one, with a sustained ominous sense of foreboding.
The second song, "Something Else Strangely Familiar", is fairly
short, and another introduction of sorts. Over minimal bass synth figures
I declaim a text from an advertisement we found in the newspaper. We had
done this quite a lot before -- lift a mundane text from advertising and
the mass media and re-contextualized it, subverting the meaning and creating
an ironic twist on the intentions of the words:
"Don't guess wrong / We're not going to give you any magical or supernatural
powers / All we are going to do is show you how to use a highly effective
little known principal that is available to any man..."
The text of "Honest / Dishonest" came from my
experiences applying for a job at a major department store in Indianapolis.
They gave the applicants a personality assessment questionnaire to fill
out. You were asked a number of questions about stealing and questions
of honesty and character. Such as: Would you report a co-worker if you
saw them stealing? Or is it all right to steal something if the value
of the item is more or less than a certain dollar amount? And so on. And
the survey would ask you the same questions several times with different
wording -- trying to catch you being inconsistent, or trying to beat the
test. The text of the song addresses the dichotomy between honesty and
dishonesty, and being honest about one's dishonesty and dishonest about
one's honesty. Over dreary synth drone patterns I intoned like a dark
priest:
"I am honest / I am dishonest / I get high / I get low / I get dumb
/ I move slow / I'm an idiot; I love to steal / I'm basically dishonest
/ I'm wrong-minded / I got a set of totally insane ideas / I always think
of myself before I think of others/ What would you do? / What in fact
do you do? / You lie, you cheat, you steal ..." and so on.
"Bones Are Chairs" is the most light-hearted
song on the tape, but even then it leaves the listener wondering with
an uneasy feeling as to the singer's intentions. Over a crazy bagpipe-like
synth figure and over-dubbed clarinet fillips, I sang my dada nightclub
bit, in one of my "Monty Python voices":
"Bones are chairs spilling spilling across oceans that would invite
unusable poems over for dinner / pounds and pounds of flesh / then insult
them for not wearing the lapel pins that say: Yes, I am in the corner
squatting squatting squatting today / My bones sing tunes that are like
investments in radical smoke-tasting stocks and bonds oops crash who smile
and wave at the crowds while private yes they're unwashedly reminding
themselves how much much mooch they hate feminist stomping on this little
insignificant little scrawny little measly little not mine, little most
certainly yours / Little most certainly your penis / and that elephantitic
bouncy bouncy balls in a sack with your fruits and your veggies and fruits
and your veggies and fruits and your veggies, oh yeah! / Rate the yellow
smack the hand that reaches for naughty things / No date no time no memorization
no recitation just elbow-yanking / piss ocean qualm / We don't use that
thing, and any way, somebody broke it!"
On "Ugly Talk" we do our very worst/best Throbbing
Gristle imitation in an examination of political doublespeak. Over Deb's
droning synth bass and primitive tape loop I intone words by Jaffe:
"This man's not happy with this beat / Doesn't say what he thinks
of politics / Brother, open your throat for dead things / Say things to
regret / Then bury it / Ugly talk / Approving it this morning / Running
to the person who makes the laws / Running into ruining / Ugly talk /
I will give you a message / Be willing to do anything it says / Be willing
to talk ugly talk ..." Etc.
And from there, the mood slides further and further into
the pit. Over a plodding synth figure and fluttering speeded-up drum machine
pattern, I sing a tune that sounds suspiciously like "Both Sides
Now" by Joni Mitchell, as sung by Genesis P-Orridge, with cut &
paste words by Debbie:
"Juices / I don't know what's upside down / Do I have anything to
read? / I'm nervous as hell / Punitive manslaughter / Beefed-up juices
/ Grab a piece of art / The wrong side vetoed out / Slid down the hill
/ I don't know where they landed / The governor reads the newspaper for
all his information exclusive / A dumb-dumb gives off a slice form without
grace / Dinner is served late today / We'll be talked about / We'll seep
deep into the ground / Split pea soup, jam, purple salt, people seasoned
and tart / It simmers tenderly / Two people slide together killing each
other instantly... " Etc.
The text of "Failing" is a collage of writings
by both Deb and me, and addresses the utter failure of the self to confront
its own shortcomings, failures, and the void within. Deb's words set the
tone:
"I looked around for something to believe in / I didn't find anything
/ Look at me saying this / I can't believe it... / Save me / God help
me they said/ And all was lost/ Your character tells those around you
keep away / We're all animals without repentance..."
In the bridge I cackle demonically some words I wrote about how:
"Mr. Whip gets to smacking his lips / Drooling over dead birds /
I get them and strike them / Light them, you believe me? / Up all night
swinging like an idiot / Fat is as fat smells and I smell death in a pot
of stewed meat ..."
If that isn't morose, morbid and death-and-insanity-loving
for you, the title track goes right off the edge into the abyss of self-extinction,
with distinct resonances of William Burroughs and J.G. Ballard (a la Crash).
The narrator has reached the point of total collapse, with no defenses
and no resistance left, no more lies, no more excuses. He/she cowers in
a corner waiting for apocalypse and the end of life and time:
"I want to die / I feel like I'm gonna get my wish ..."
"Acid flashback / Perverted soundtracks / Screaming and throbbing
and thrashing about / Tongues lolling around in slimy holes / Does anything
intelligible bloody wound in rearview mirror get away with anything? /
Something like mutant meat communication / Gaps in the instinct film /
Totally mad addictive behavior / Transmuted again from refrain and message
to message / back again into the mass hypnotic maw / Spewing out vomit
cartilage and bone ..."
Later -- "The tape is our effect / A whole universe of horror movies
/ The things that were destroyed with no completion / My broken nose /
My broken back / Black potatoes / My black lungs / And airplane psychiatric
mad religious art / Disgusting and vile / assassinate copying machine
mentality! ... "
The second side of A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies opens with two short instrumentals. My "Shards" is a free improvisation exploration on piano, with lots of pounding, changes in tempo and textures. This kind of free form piano piece has cropped up again and again in my work over the years.
Many of the other songs on Horror Movies sound like they could have come from the In A Foreign Film sessions. I do my wistful introspective sounding vocal on "Changing Minds". Deb does vocals on two tracks, She does her wild screaming warbling Yoko Ono style on "Last Wish", and the long-lost lonely little woeful girl singing on a porch in the rain style on the final track, "Geometry". I take a turn at the synth and instrumentation on these. On "Last Wish" I do a particularly gnarly noisy all-over-the-place Moog part.
"The Box Is Green" is a real stand-out too. A song about the futility of the American political process and how it is too mired in money and the concerns of the wealthy and big corporations. On this one I do my Ian Curtis / blues singer imitation.
We were very proud that A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies was distributed by Aeon Distribution of Ft. Collins, Colorado, just like In A Foreign Film.
A Whole Universe Of Horror Movies is the last of what might be considered the Early Period of Viscera. Things would change drastically on Who Is This One and Hot And Cold.