Crapulous Classics by Martin X

Melodeclamation was perhaps invented by Schubert for his actor friends. (eg, the Hurdy Gurdy man sung by Harry Plunkett Greene https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfAjioz1LWc) It's something like a lyrical declamation recited to specifically composed music. How I longed to test out the notion of Electronic Melodeclamation which was more like classical declamation with ambient accompaniment. The reason for this is exemplified by the fact that I aimed, ostensibly and yeah, pretentiously, (for fun!) to combine classical poetry and modern music to reclaim the Elysian ideal of Orpheus. Well, we tried hard for 5 years to crack this unlikely nut with varying degrees of success and dismay. In the end, Electronic Dance Music fans didn't want to hear Thomas Chatterton and Thomas Chatterton nuts didn't want to hear Aela being vandalized by EDM. Hey ho, we gave it a go. In my modest opinion we didn't do any harm, There were lots of other aspects of this experiment to explore but we didn't gain nearly enough traction or support to be able to do so. And no synthesis looked likely to emerge, whereby the action of the words and music would fold into each other and become one breath. Well, maybe some great Orphean melodeclamationist will come along in time and reclaim their inheritance. And we shall dance to the sonnet with a song in our hearts. It was fun. Some crazy experiences and some wonderful memories. gathered here now will be soem accounts of how it happened. It's all demo and lo-fi quality if you are concerned about high production value then you'd best look the other way. We are punks. Can't be helped. It's better to try and fail then never try at all. next time we wil take Samuel Beckett's advice and "fail better." Hope you enjoy these genius words words words and this brilliant original music.

Fabulous Crap and pure useless beauty by Martin X, aka Crapulous "a man of duplicity & a tramp". Crapulous is a pun on Catulus the ancient Roman punk poet. "To me a word is an electric seed which creates the same explosive effect as a Van der Graaf generator in our minds. This exquisite pleasure lights a cold fire in the brain casting flickering shadows onto the dull wall of our prison cell caves.