Pax Victoria is a concept album about a fictive character named Victoria whose mundane Californian life was interrupted by an all-consuming love affair that led her into the world of underground crime and having to choose between right and wrong.
The songs describe Victoria’s struggles as she faces realities she doesn’t want to believe possible and finds a strength she never knew she had.
Released January 23, 2021
All tracks composed by Liz Davinci except “10:23”, “The Club” and “Deserted”, which were composed by Underhatchet. All tracks recorded at Liz Davinci’s house. All tracks mixed and produced by Liz Davinci and Underhatchet except for “Oh God”, which was mixed and co-produced by Simon Bartz and “10:”3”, which was mixed by Liz Davinci and Simon Bartz.
Thank you to Underhatchet, K.A. Laity, James Shaffer, Mark McConville and Paul D. Brazill for providing beautiful and inspiring texts for the five album trailers. Thank you Underhatchet , K.A. Laity and James Shaffer for your additional contributions to the mini-chapters (which can be read here and comprise the whole story of Victoria: www.lizdavinci.com/blog).
This is the last trailer of five to reveal a glimpse of the coming album “Pax Victoria” (releasing January 23, 2021), with a spoken abstract description of the concept “Imprisonment.” The abstract text was written by Paul D. Brazill.
* “Imprisonment” by Paul D. Brazill
The inky black night smothers the city. A shard of moonlight picks out a trail of blood. A dog barks. There are shouts. Then gunshots. A scream. Howls and cruel laughter. Animal grunts and whip cracks reverberate. It all goes black and the metal door slams shut. An abyss. A pit of darkness. In that void is a speck of light. Like a lonely star in a godless galaxy. A star to guide a lost voyager to safety. Home. Night melts into day. Day melts into night. Endlessly.
*The accompanying Mini-Chapter by Liz Davinci follows:
Chapter 5: Imprisonment
Excerpted from: “Human Trafficking in the United States” From Wikipedia, the free encyclopaedia Human trafficking is a modern form of slavery, with illegal smuggling and trading of people (including minors), for forced labor or sexual exploitation. … California: A significant leak in 2020 gave authorities the opportunity to shut down a fairly large limb of the trafficking operation located between Tecate and Campo, when a sketched map was left anonymously by a woman at a gas station in Campo. The map led to the findings of a tunnel running between America and Mexico, stipulating the location of a tunnel exit on the American side of the border. In total 13 suspected trafficking agents and 24 persons suspected in connection with three warehouses containing illegal immigrants were arrested. The warehouses were shut down by authorities. All immigrants in the warehouses were women and the warehouse suspects are currently being tried for sexual abuse.”
*7am: Monday – Victoria Life in Paris has been good. I don’t miss California most of the time. I’m different since my relationship with Alexander and my rendezvous with the underground world of trafficking. So different.
My actions helped fight against trafficking – they had results. Unfortunately Alexander was one of those arrested last year.
After I managed to expose part of the operation to the authorities, I mourned Alex. But an intelligent fear arose in me as well. The trafficking operation is huge and big money is involved. If the exposure would ever be traced back to me, I would be killed – no doubt. What would Alexander do if he knew I had caused his imprisonment? Would he kill me?
These concerns became more and more difficult for me to live with and I made the decision to move to Paris.
My life in California was small and humble anyway and my savings to buy a house with Alexander superfluous.
So I took my savings and moved to Paris. I now live in a small apartment in the 11th arrondissement on Rue Sedan. I work as a secretary and don’t read romance novels. I sing and dance in my free time and have made several friends.
I still have fear that I will be found. I still have nightmares.
Back in California, Alexander never tried to contact me from prison. I drove past his apartment a couple of times and someone had cleaned it out – presumably a family member.
I believe that I will overcome my fear – these worries. I did what was right and I covered my tracks. I was extracted out of my mundane life by Alexander and maneuvered a rocky road. I handled it as best I could and will never again be mundane. It’s not possible.
If I hadn’t met Alexander, I wouldn’t have been able to put a stop to at least some of the trafficking, as I did. And I would simply be growing older, reading romance novels and traipsing the same streets year in, year out, maybe singing at the same mediocre club. I have scars from my experiences with and around Alexander and I am trying to find peace with them.
I must find true contentment and not a rut disguised as contentment. I now value deep, calm love as opposed to frenzied, romantic love. Deep love cannot disappear. There was a revolution in myself that will never burn out. I don’t just exist anymore, I live.
Through the bars of ACID ZOO you will hear 3 tracks – THE ICKE AGE, BLACK POOL & THE NATIONAL + – and 4 remixes by Leyland Kirby (The Caretaker), Richard Fearless, Lille Cykel (Posh Isolation) and Christoph de Babalon.
Tragically fractured like the screen of a dropped phone, THE NATIONAL + is a 7-minute symphony of absurdity and raw imagination set outside WILKO and inside TESCO’S CHAINSAW MASSACRE.
Around the day in eighty worlds, we have caught the wrong train to a new neurotic terrain.
Come back to bed. We won’t make love. Love will make us.
From the wilds of Salford, land of bards, poets, and other non-conformists springs this EP that offers a collage of words, music and sounds that you might imagine muttered by a character from a lost Ballard novel who has gone in search of Blake’s Jerusalem only to find themselves shoved into lockdown in the midst of the spreading virus. We’ve all been discombobulated by the quarantine life but this EP speaks to fractures that were already there. Late stage capitalism blows (meet me at the meat queue) and people who find solace in paranoid fantasies of lizard overlords (is this Cafe Latte/the work of the Illuminati?) have only themselves to blame but they poison the world for the rest of us, too.
Neither waving/Nor drowning/Nor swimming/Into the world of the future.
Liam Power is the main songwriter and Austin Collings also has a hand in all the songs, co-writing ‘The Icke Age’ with Nick Power AKA BEAT LES, and ‘The National’ with Eleni Poulou & Sophie Sleigh-Johnson. ‘Black Pool’ is all Collings own and offers up a tone of reminiscence without sentimentality. In contrast to the opening track with its scathing observations of the follies of those who seek easier answers producing idiot winds, ‘Black Pool’ creates a collage of memory that captures that sense of dislocation childhood leaves behind: Everything was forever/Until it was no more.
‘The National’ is a textured soundscape that bottles the strangeness of 2020 and all its betrayals and lies and death and horrors while keeping a sense of humour about it all: the bold will define the new normal/like a load of paracetamol, falling from a drone. It spins and reels between images and ideas and voices, Collings alternating with Poulou: The revelations of the conversations I have daily/ are so different/nobody does small talk anymore. While the title invokes both the French anthem and the self-harming isolationism ripping through COVID-infested Britain, it’s really an international piece that works to evoke the strangeness we all recognise even living in our isolated spheres.
The remixes are great, highlighting passages and bringing them to new prominence in the mix as well as taking different paces and rhythms. Kirby’s remix in particular has a truly chilling effect with its lugubrious pace and manic laughter.
The new, 4th album by “Sir of the Vienna Underground”BRUCH, “The Fool“, is out this FRI, 30.10. on LP // CD // digital.
THE FOOL unveils the beauty of Vienna-based Philipp Hanich alias Bruch’s versatile persona that takes us deep down into personal battles and witnesses the soul of a true rock’n’roll maverick. Big range of emotions are blended in rough and minimal synthwave rock that gets under your skin and sets your nerves tingling.
“This is the essence of archaic rock ’n’ roll reverb in synthetic cathedrals. Hypothermic, mannerist super album. // 14 hymns between destructive, dark rock’n’roll and world-hugging pop, nervously flickering new wave and repetitive post punk.” – Radio FM4.
Black 12″ vinyl LP (incl. insert /w lyrics ). 12 tracks. Includes digital pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
CD version of THE FOOL +++ incl. 2 more tracks (!!!) +++ than the LP version. Comes in shiny gatefold card case + inlay /w lyrics. Includes digital pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
Digital Album. Pre-order of The Fool. You get 3 tracks now (streaming via the free Bandcamp app and also available as a high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more), plus the complete album the moment it’s released.
Ian Moss has been an integral part of the Manchester music scene since god was a lad. His latest band is the brilliantly named Fourcandles, and 100 Unhip Albums That We Should Learn To Love is his massively enjoyable tribute to the flotsam and jetsam of music. Interesting – and sometimes odd-records that seem to have passed many people by.
As someone who worked in a second-hand record shop for many years, quite a few of these LPs were familiar from the 50p section – Montrose! – and there are just as many records in this scattershot collection that I’ve never given the time of day to.
But Ian Moss’ enthusiasm is infectious and have led me to dipping more than a toe or two into this proudly unhip selection. 100 Unhip Albums That We Should Learn To Love is a cracking read with more than a few top musical tips.
Bus 262 slithers along hot curved roads. The Eucalyptus trees are fragrant and the blue skies are tainted with white smog on this Tuesday summer morning. Only 7am and the temperature suggests a bathing suit and a long day at the beach.
Inside the bus it’s packed, but at least air-conditioned. The business men and women wear their summer outfits, hardly different from their winter outfits, as they head to their air-conditioned offices. A tired baby howls. Its attentive mother tries to comfort it, worried that something worse than heat distresses her child.
A few people are drinking cold Frappuccinos through straws. The bus smells like sunscreen.
The winding roads are slowly replaced by straight ones and the trees by houses and then buildings, followed finally by grey skyscrapers as the bus nears its destination.
A woman dressed in black sandals, a black skirt and a white flowing sleeveless top stands up to exit the bus at 7th Street, nearly the end of the line.
Her eyes are bright and she walks with confidence and a sway in her hips, a smile on her face.
“Morning Victoria” the receptionist says to her as she enters the building around the corner from the 7th Street bus stop, and she begins her work day.
***************************** 4:30pm: Tuesday
On her way home, Victoria waits at the 7th Street bus stop on the opposite side, ready to do the morning commute in reverse. Her cell phone is buzzing. As she types in response, her smile widens.
She can’t wait to get home.
**************************** 8:25pm: Tuesday
As it turned out, the Siegfried look-alike was called Alexander. After trying to escape him that evening, I have spent the past five months doing just the opposite.
He’s coming over right now. Actually he was supposed to be here at 8pm, so I guess he got hung up. He’ll be here any minute, I’m sure.
I stopped reading romance novels and I stopped singing at the club. I am consumed by the addition of this beautiful human being to my life. Everything has changed since his blue eyes met mine. I am alive, electrified and emotional. Life has direction. I’m still working full-time as a secretary, but I dream about a life in a quaint suburban house, where I care for my blue-eyed children — baking and smiling, picking beautiful flowers for the dining table.
I feel immense love for Alex. We don’t express a lot in words, but I love him deeply. I want to help him, I want to take care of him. I accept everything about him.
He’s mysterious and he disappears, sometimes for weeks on end. I don’t know where he goes nor what he is doing but when he returns, I read something disturbing in his eyes. We don’t talk about it. I don’t need to know what it is because I believe in love and I believe that I can heal his wounds.
When he is with me, his heart grows softer. He still guards something, but I feel him become vulnerable. I have faith that his absences are not to avoid me. I have faith that whatever he does in his absences is not immoral or bad. But I wish he wouldn’t go away at all. Maybe I can convince him.
I have faith. I have love. I am love.
Love is a river.
Written by Liz Davinci and K.A. Laity
The abstract text about love accompanying the album trailer https://youtu.be/8pNTSgTZuH4 was written by K.A. Laity:Love is a river. It’s not what you’ve been told but it’s true: love is a river and if you go looking for its source you won’t find it. If you hike up that very tall mountain and look for the spring it will be there, but it will disappear under ground and that is not it, that is not the source. You’re not meant to go poking at the fountain, the little hollow where it bubbles up. No, follow the stream that flows away from it, trace the trickle until it’s deep enough to cup in your hand. Let it flow over you.
Love is a river. Dip your toe, wade in. Splash in the shallows of the brook. Does it feel too cold? Move downstream. Look for the sun-dappled ripples as the river gains power, flows over falls, rapids even, and find the exhilaration that fills the lapping curves of the stream. The excitement of splashing over rocks submerged—you hardly notice them—the foam and bubbles and wisps as the river cascades down. Gravity plays its part.
Broad rivers contain multitudes. They’re big enough for you. Big love, wide, generous. Love spreads and takes up room. The big river touches many shores, many banks and carries so many boats. Multitasking, always flowing: it has capacity. Love has a current that draws you in, let it do so.
Don’t stand on the shore watching it roll by: dive in! Let the river take you to new shores. Taste new lives, swirl in eddies, float in the sun.
Let it take you.
Let it carry you all the way to the ocean. The sea refuses no river. Sure you might get tangled in the swamps. Splash in the mud. Take your time.
But eventually the ocean welcomes you and then you know how the ocean is love, the ocean fills the globe and the ocean goes so deep that it comes back up as a fountain on that mountain and then it is the river. Love is a river…
Thirty years in the making and it is finally here, and we are so excited to be finally releasing the long-anticipated debut album by The Dupont Circles, a band that has been lost in time, but are now ready to be rediscovered. We have been working on this album for about five years and the recordings span a period of about 30 years. They were formed originally as The Spills in 1988 in Washington D.C. and morphed into The Dupont Circles, with their early recordings dating back to several rare 7” singles on the Cara Records label – “Sarah The Weather Girl” in 1995 and “The 53 Bicycles EP” in 1998 and after that several appearances on compilations, on some pretty cool labels like March Records, Planting Seeds Records, Japan’s Rover Records, and Italy’s Lost In Tyme label, not to mention a contribution to our very own Television Personalities tribute series.
Track Listing: 1) Everywhere Girl 2) Man In The Snuff Shop 3) Joke’s On Zandra 4) Wonder 5) Get Down Off My Back 6) Tick Tock 7) Sputnik 8) My Picasso Girlfriend 9) Locked away 10) Sarah The Weather Girl 11) On The Bus 12) 53 Bicycles 13) Tales Of Flossie Fillet 14) The Trip 15) How I Learned To Love The Bomb
Described by one magazine as “psych-tinged indie pop of the post-TV Personalities variety,” The Dupont Circles merge their love of 60’s UK pop-psych and U.S. garage rock with their fondness for C86 era indiepop jangle to come up with a set of songs that tickle the ear and keep the listener coming back for more. Likened by reviewers to early Creation and Flying Nun recording artists, “Chronic Town era R.E.M.,” and of course the Television Personalities, The Dupont Circles set melodies “last heard of coming from a bakelite transistor somewhere in pre-Profumo era Britain” to a musical pallet “packed with a cabinet full of lysergic trimmings.” The paisley infused songs feature an eclectic cast of characters from the Syd Barrett/Ray Davies school of songwriting, including shopkeepers, circus fleas, pulp fiction detectives, and insomniacs.
An interview with The Dupont Circles in Lost In Tyme magazine referred to “the band’s usual glacial pace”, a phrase that takes on added meaning when you consider how long it has taken to get this album finally released. A common lament of reviews of the two 7”s is that the band’s releases are so infrequent. As one reviewer commented, “What is really sad is that The Dupont Circles are one of the best bands out there right now, but they have only two 7″s and a few compilation tracks. Someone please light a fire under this band and get them working again” (Kissing The Cat). Well we helped do that and we are happy to say that what the band lacks in speed, they certainly make up for it in quality and creativity, as can be heard on this collection of brilliant songs. Sit back and enjoy The Dupont Circles “In Search Of The Family Gredunza”.
“The Dupont Circles – In Search Of The Family Gredunza” is available as a CD (Beauty 039) directly from The Beautiful Music’s secure, PayPal-enabled ordering portal at www.thebeautifulmusic.com and also from select quality distributors.
Founded in 2007 and named after the iconic Orange Juice track, The Fabulous Artisans is a collaboration between Glasgow based Oscar and BAFTA award winning actor, former stand-up comic and singer Neil Crossan and Edinburgh based songwriter, singer, multi-instrumentalist and producer Jeremy Thoms (also of The Cathode Ray and Stereogram label boss). “With a sound fed from Bacharach to Barry, Brel to Bowie, Cave to Collins, Magazine to Morricone and Wilson to Walker, this is timeless music for or from any era…”
Written, arranged and produced by Jeremy Thoms, “Nothing Ventured Nothing Gained”is only the fourth new track The Fabulous Artisans have released since their warmly received debut album “…From Red to Blue” came out on Swedish indie label Bendi Records in 2008. It continues their lineage of mixing up the classic pop sounds of the past with a modern twist, whilst adding their characteristic big lyrical themes of life and death.
Released September 25, 2020
Lead vocals: Neil Crossan Written, produced and arranged by Jeremy Thoms.