Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Welcome to the chronicles of Lord Bassington-Bassington, coming to you from Little Storping in the Swuff – a quaint place located somewhere between England’s Lake District and the outskirts of the Norwegian capital.
This is intended as a log of His explorations of music, books, films and so on. I, your humble chronicler, is merely His Lordship’s secretary.
For more information on Lord Bassington-Bassington, please confer this blog’s opening post. Contacts can be directed to email@example.com.
Tony Wakeford has, with German guitarist Gernot Musch, a new project called Twa Corbies. Old-fashioned talk for "two ravens", it is a name with a lot of right references for the genre (Sonne Hagal deals with this material on their lovely Nidar), but also utterly unoriginal and stunningly uninteresting.
Who gives a damn about fowl, anyway?
(Original Twa Corbies logo.)
So Lord Bassington-Bassington has been pestering the poor Mr. Wakeford for a new name and logo. Ladies and gentlemen: We give you Twa Corgies.
And the other day, as we here at the Lord Bassington-Bassington cruised by the Twa Corbies Facebook page, we saw to our - and Lord Bassington-Bassington's – delight that the duo has indeed adopted a more canine logo.
Lord Bassington-Bassington has little to comment, apart from growling "VICTORY!"
Lord Bassington-Bassington would, however, like to point out that any aggravation from His Lordship's constant pestering should be directed at Sara, who is a far easier target. Not only does she live closer to Twa Corbies HQ, but unlike us here at Bassington Manor, who are part of the International Canine Conspiracy, she isn't protected by a squad of crack Assault Corgis.
The Basset assassins, however, are still not back from Bergen. Damn, those guys are useless.