Desperate Hell, Deathwish, Skeleton Kiss, Burnt Offerings (Original Version) and Resurrection - Sixth Communion were recorded
at Los Angeles Whisky A-Go-Go on 31 October 1981
Invocation was recorded at Los Angeles Whisky-a-Go-Go in 1982
Sleepwalk (Original Version), Trials and Tribulations, Cavity - First Communion and Figurative Theatre were recorded
at Los Angeles Al's Bar on 21 May 1982
Working on Beyond and Into the Light were recorded at Los Angeles Al's Bar on 24 July 1982
Face (Original Version) and Stairs (Alternative Version) were recorded at Los Angeles Anti-Club on 13 November 1982
"Ashes", Cervix Couch, The Blue Hour, The Luxury of Tears, Evening Falls, "Ashes II" and When I Was Bed were recorded
at Los Angeles Roxy Theatre on 6 April 1985
Dream for Mother, Dogs, Romeo's Distress, Six, Six, Sixth Communion, Invocation II and Stairs - Uncertain Journey were recorded
at unknown locations
Haloes and Spectre (Love is Dead) are studio recordings from 1985

All photos: Ed Colver

On the slope of the knoll angels whirl their woolen robes in pastures of emerald and steel.

Meadows of flame leap up to the summit of the little hill. At the left, the mold of the ridge is trampled by all the homicides and all the battles, and all the disastrous noises describe their curve. Behind the right-hand ridge, the line of orients and of progress.

And while the band above the picture is composed of the revolving and rushing hum of seashells and of human nights.

The flowering sweetness of the stars and of the night and all the rest descends, opposite the knoll, like a basket, - against our face, and makes the abyss perfumed and blue be low.

                                                 There where there is metaphysics,
                                                 mysticism,
                                                 irreducible dialectics,
                                                 I hear the hugh
                                                 colon of my
                                                 hunger writhe
                                                 and under the impulses of its sombre life
                                                 I dictate to my hands

                                                The theatre and the dance of song
                                                 are the theatre of the furious rebellions
                                                 of the misery of the human body
                                                 before the problems that it does not fathom
                                                 or by whose passive,
                                                               specious,
                                                               quibbling,
                                                               inscrutable,
                                                               inevident nature
                                                               it is exhausted.

                                                So it dances
                                                 in blocks of
                                                KHA, KHA

                                                 infinitely more arid
                                                 but organic;

                                                 it brings to heel
                                                 the black rampart
                                                 of the internal liquid's displacements;

                                                the world of invertebrate grubs
                                                from which the endless night
                                                of useless insects breaks away:
                                                            lice,
                                                            fleas,
                                                            bedbugs,
                                                            mosquitos,
                                                            spiders,
                                               occurs only
                                               because the everyday body
                                               has lost under hunger
                                               its primal cohesion
                                               and it loses in gusts,
                                                            in mountains,
                                                            in gangs,
                                                            in endless theories
                                              the black and bitter fumes
                                              of its energy's
                                              rage

   Very sturdy rogues. Several have exploited your worlds. With no deeds, and in no hurry to make use of their brilliant faculties and their knowledge of your consciences. What ripe men! Eyes vacant like the summer night, red and black, tricolored, steel studded wih gold stars; faces distorted, leaden, blanched, ablaze; burlesque hoarsenesses! The cruel strut of flashy finery! Some are young, - how would they look on Cherubin? - endowed with terrifying voices and some dangerous resources. They are sent snaring in the town, tricked out with nauseating luxury.
  O the most violent Paradise of the furious grimace!