HAUNT OF DOOM

TOMTIT love horror comics more than mere words can express, so don't expect any unnecessary verbiage on our new ALL HORROR COMIC blog, HAUNT OF DOOM. Visit once a week for covers and diabolical stories and artwork. Yes. it is exciting, especially as we are pretentious and puffed up with our own importance to the extent that we can now legitimately claim to be 'curating an archive'.  

PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC, WHITE GIRL

(((TOMTIT))) are  currently composing. A word to the wise: whatever we're doing won't be anywhere near as good as what this young woman is playing, so prepare yourself for a disappointment.

PYRAMIDAL POWERAGE

It’s taken us over seven months to fashion a follow up to Lucid Droning, or, at least, that’s how long has elapsed since that release. To be honest, we didn’t do anything for a long while, and then thought we’d better do something, so Power of the Pyramids came to pass. We skimmed through a magazine article about the olden days not that long ago, so this was an inevitable progression, really*.  

Amusing anecdote: Unmann-Wittering had a vision of the jackal headed God Anubis during the recording session, which so freaked him out that he had to banish the cruel and supernatural deity from his head by thinking about his beloved Miniature Dachshund, Monty, who has a similar head but a very different temperament. 

You can get the track that drove one of TOMTIT to the edge of sanity HERE.

Thanks to Jon Kelly and Higher Rhythm for the use of the facilities. 

 * We are of the Iron Maiden school: everything we read, watch, hear or see is turned into a song that simply relates what we have read, watched, heard or seen.

HI FI NEWS

Apologies for the delay since the last TOMTIT musical release, but we've only just run out of money, drugs and fans to do stuff to, so, as a result, we are now compelled to return, reluctantly and angrily, to the studio. 

Don't worry, we work best in a dark cloud of simmering resentment.

BONGED

Two thirds of TOMTIT went to see the mighty BONG last week. There weren’t many people there, and we were supposed to take photographs but we didn’t. Bong played one continuous piece of music occasionally interspersed with some ominous recitation and what sounded like Gregorian chant. They were extraordinary, and we left straight afterwards: we’d got what we came for.

Listening to Bong is like finding yourself caught in the path of a tornado. Just as you resign yourself to being torn apart and thrown to the four corners of the Earth, the tornado stops, or rather it stops advancing and whirls and rages just a few inches from you. All you can do is watch, and feel your body shake.  Bong don’t rock, they reverberate; they are not heavy, they are dense, like stars, like the holes in space where stars used to be.

After a period of time which couldn’t necessarily be measured by human clocks (about forty minutes), the tornado receded, and we watched it go, ours jaws hanging open and our hair in a mess. It was a religious experience, the ancient religion of trees and the sun and knowing the awesome dread and wonder of nature. It also seemingly cured a bout of back ache that one of us had been experiencing.

So: fear, dread, wonder, vibrations, a spiritual awakening, a direct line to prehistory and neuromusculoskeletal therapy. Not bad for nine quid.

LUCID DRONING

TOMTIT are now fulfilling our primary function: to make stuff. The first stuff we have made is an incredibly useful, deeply healing self- help audio exercise which is now available to download through our Bandcamp site for free, and you literally and figuratively can’t get cheaper than that.

We take absolutely no responsibility for any loss of hearing, consciousness, marbles or bladder control as a result of listening to this recording.  Any therapeutic value is deliberate and we invented and retain all rights to whatever it is that is working for you.

We will now take a short break to let it all sink in, but your comments are very welcome. 

LET YOUR EYES GO OUT OF FOCUS

Even in this increasingly moribund age of quiet despair and kill crazy postmen, there are still great discoveries to be made out there in the mysterious, mapless hinterland of the Charity Shop. For your consideration - 

Stewart Mong, Master Hypnotist. 

And remember, don't cross your legs.

CREDO

If TOMTIT believed in anything anymore we would believe in this. If we had a crest this would be on it in Latin. If we had tee shirts, this would be emblazoned across our tits.  

You want our DREAMSTONE? Come and fucking take it.

Taken from Five Ghosts: The Haunting Of Fabian Gray (Image Comics, 2013)