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The Horde Vol I-III
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Volume 1 Grimslade

 
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Volume 2 Wandermuck

 
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Volume 3 Dreadsong

 
Lyrics - Volume 1

The Horde Vol 1

The Horde Vol 1

 
Lyrics - Volume 2

The Horde Vol 2

The Horde Vol 2

Lyrics - Volume 3

The Horde Vol 3

The Horde Vol 3

 
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Album Notes

Album Notes

 

The premise of this concept album is simple enough: a poignant call echoes and the protagonist awakes in fog, to stumble downhill through trees into a small town and its brightly lit tavern. He feels welcome inside, but amidst the merriment senses something wrong, and soon becomes aware of a creature in the rafters. It taunts him, saying he does not belong, but no one else can see it. He stays the night, and tries to dwell in the town awhile, but grows more uneasy. Despite their protestations that all is well, many of the townsfolk disappear, and the protagonist suspects they have been kidnapped by creatures from the wood. He learns of the Abbey: a fabled place where all the monsters of the world live, and soon enough, out of intrigue and restlessness, heads off to find it. After a series of misadventures across moor, wood, forest and mountains, he finally crosses the bridge at the end of the world, and reaches The Abbey. Within he discovers the Great Hall, and a frightening parade of monsters: the Growler, the Mulch, the Creep, the Denmark Mooth, the Norwich Spider, the Raving Ones, Bik the Fly - all these and more, come to sing the Dreadsong. And as he is swept amongst their procession, he realises he is, and always was, one of the hideous ones, and as he takes his true form he lends his deep and hollow voice to the song that will destroy the world...

While I routinely invent entire movies when I dream, and occasionally have dreamt entire songs, this is the only instance I can recall where I dreamt an entire album - although properly speaking it was something between a narrated musical and a film. The dream occurred at home, in Oz, in the early to mid- 1990s, and when I woke up I was able to remember some of the songs in a frantic and desperate bout of early morning playing and writing, with Out of the Fog, Hunchback on a Staircase, Ferryman and Bik the Fly being those that stand out, alongside some miscellaneous figures. I subsequently started writing lyrics and composing songs in the style of the dream over the ensuing days and months, and ultimately managed to put together something that was true to its original feeling. In that initial form it wasn't really intended as an album, as I wasn't thinking in those terms, and the concept kept evolving in my head over the decades, and I planned on including mixed media, improvised elements and different instruments... In any case, I didn't end up with the bulk of material as a finally conceived triple album until post 2010s - and up until the final recordings many sections were fragments that I intended to resolve as semi-improvised pieces. 

In its current form it is intended both as a literal story as well as a metaphor. In terms of the chronology of my albums, the maudlin introspection of the first cycle (which reproduces what it echoes) and the playful distractions of the second cycle (which served as superficial distractions) both had failed to serve their purpose of creating any stable consolation. The Horde effectively marks the moment where the buried horror of the psyche circles and rises up like a predator to spray carnage on the shores of consciousness. The subsequent cycle, from Supernatural Tourist to All Said and Done, were songs composed without pastoral nostalgia or trite escapism, heralding a mature fourth phase in which I was no longer composing for myself, but for a projected self who stood in for the audience I would liked to have had.

Glen Spoors, November 2021

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