Steven Stapleton & Tony Wakeford - Revenge of the Selfish Shellfish (1992)

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Nurse with Wound - Ostranenie 1913 (1983)
Tony Wakeford - Not All of Me Will Die (2009)

Brilliant collaborative effort from Steven Stapleton and Tony Wakeford -- of Nurse with Wound and Sol Invictus, respectively, as we all surely know. Despite it's curiously wacky title, Revenge of the Selfish Shellfish makes for a haunting, heartbreaking listen, as tracks move from blissful drone ("Falling from Heaven") to dense, industrial dark ambient ("Revenge of the Selfish Shellfish") to etherial darkwave ("Walk the White Ghost") to blasphemous neofolk ("Lucifer Before Sunrise") to thrilling, head-fucking tour-de-force ("The Frightened City". )

Track listing:
1. Falling from Heaven
2. Amoeba
3. Amphimixis
4. Revenge of the Selfish Shellfish
5. Walk the White Ghost
6. Lucifer Before Sunrise
7. Flower Dream Song
8. Our Lady of the Wild Flowers
9. The Frightened City
10. Melancholy of the Street

She and me fall together in free death

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Tony Wakeford - Not All of Me Will Die (2009)

A beautiful, mesmerizing album of atmospheric, psychedelic neofolk from Tony Wakeford, the man behind Sol Invictus, a band that, in terms of prominence, ranks among neofolk 'heavyweights' like Death in June and Current 93. Over the course of 51 minutes, Wakeford weaves a rich, diverse musical tapestry with oboe, clarinet, flute, keyboards, dulcimer, thunderous percussion, acoustic and electric guitars, and more, over which his and others' commanding vocals intermittently echo. Given Wakeford's sketchy past, it's worth noting that Not All of Me Will Die is inspired by and dedicated to the memory and works of Zuzanna Ginczanka, a Polish, Jewish poet who was killed in the Holocaust.

Track listing:
1. Non Omnias Moriar
2. 2
3. Fullness of August
4. 4
5. 5
6. 6

So let my friends break out holiday goblets,
Celebrate my wake and their wealth:
Kilims and tapestries, bowls, candlesticks.
Let them drink all night and at daybreak
Begin their search for gemstones and gold
In sofas, mattresses, blankets and rugs.
Oh how the work will burn in their hands!
Clumps of horsehair, bunches of sea hay,
Clouds of fresh down from pillows and quilts,
Glued on by my blood, will turn their arms into wings,
Transfigure the birds of prey into angels.