Edward Ka-Spel
Eyes! China Doll

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BE LP Scarface FACE13
UK LP Penguin 30005

side a

  1. Mirror Soul [MP3] [SOL29]
  2. Avengelist [MP3] [SOL29]
  3. God In A Cupboard [MP3] [SOL29]
  4. Blowing Bubbles (Part 2) [MP3] [SOL29]
  5. Six Cats On A Dead Man's Chest [MP3] [SOL29]

side b

  1. "Joey" - The Video [MP3] [SOL29]
  2. The Char Char [MP3] [SOL29]
  3. Intermezzo [MP3] [SOL29]
  4. Hotel Blanc [MP3] [SOL29]

Edward Ka-Spel - voice, keyboards, electronics, percussion, glox
Hero Wouters - keyboards, electronics, sephthesmesc
Neel Holst - saxophones ("God in a Cupboard")
Matthieu Keizer - marimba ("Joey the Video")
Lady Sunshine - lady voice
The Angels - angelic insertions
Produced by Hero Wouters
Covered up by Babs Santini

First 1000 copies of Scarface edition and all copies of Penguin edition have a white cover and lyric sheet. All subsequent Scarface copies have a pink cover and no lyric sheet.

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Edward Ka-Spel - Eyes! China Doll

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US CD Beta-Lactam Ring MT114

  1. Mirror Soul [MP3] [SOL29]
  2. Avengelist [MP3] [SOL29]
  3. God In A Cupboard [MP3] [SOL29]
  4. Blowing Bubbles (Part 2) [MP3] [SOL29]
  5. Six Cats On A Dead Man's Chest [MP3] [SOL29]
  6. "Joey" - The Video [MP3] [SOL29]
  7. The Char Char [MP3] [SOL29]
  8. Intermezzo [MP3] [SOL29]
  9. Hotel Blanc [MP3] [SOL29]
  10. Tikko [MP3] [SOL29, LD8944]
  11. Volicie [MP3] [SOL29, LD8944]
  12. And the Lord Said "Rise" [MP3] [SOL29, LD8944]
  13. Blowing Bubbles (Part 1) [MP3]
  14. History Book [MP3]

The Silver Man - keyboards ("History Book")
Stret Majest Alarme - guitar ("History Book")

Includes two unreleased tracks. Edward's second solo full length first appeared as the world was still rubbing ITS eyes from new wave fall-out. Synth pop had, by now, been fully co-opted by the populace at large with Wham, Madonna and Chaka Khan topping the US charts and Dead Or Alive and Paul Hardcastle making a splash across the pond. With Eyes Edward proved a couple things: 1) He really DID have a musical voice distinct from his work with LPD and 2) somehow synth pop could still be melodic, challenging, exploratory AND kick ass. On first hearing Avengelist's almost martial sequences bubble up from behind Mirror Soul's pleasantly plaintive analogue drone, I cancelled all the day's plans so I could just sit home and study this odd record until I passed out. Soon the end of the experimental Hotel Blanc suite was triggering emotional responses of longing. Eyes was...IS a unique electronic vision quest that is schizophrenic in all the right places. In those mysterious pre-internet days LPD and Ka Spel still had an almost Jandek or Residents-like sheen. Had...to...find...out...at...all...costs. It was like that beautiful Steven Stapleton cover was beckoning me personally, but also warning that things would always be a little different from then on. 'Why another China Doll?;' 'is Edward part of Nurse With Wound?;' 'who is Lady Sunshine?' Stories were fabricated to fill in the details, all with Eyes chiming CONSTANTLY in the background with its somber synths that were somehow not sad and Edward's bizarre anti-nursery rhyme lyrics. Weird samples from inside the goldmine: the use of sound on Eyes tugged at the ear and the gut. From a song to a...thing, to another song to another...thing, to a noise, to a sequence to a...run, hurry, flip the record, AGAIN! Completely minimal yet subliminally lush. A chirpy waltz to break the din, but then it felt a bit like being at a run down, radioactive circus. Best circus I've been to so far. Omnipresent little additives made for new discoveries with every listen. Edward seemed to exist in a no man's land hidden somewhere betwixt the new wave and Elysium. He's still there and Eyes is still fresh after 20 years, finally reissued properly as a CD, repackaged with its original art in a mini LP sleeve for maximum geek-out effect. Eyes, I feel for you...I think I love you.

Mirror Soul

You may be feeling lonely -
but, be assured, you're not alone.
Everywhere, China Doll, there's eyes ...


We'll take our blessings from the priest with cups of blood - we'll drink it neat. Or maybe just a hint of soda ... We shall walk across the water. Slaughter calves and make a mess, we'll hold a mass. We'll speak in tounges, We'll break the bread. We'll count the crumbs. Yum yum! [we're] Reciting psalms .. We'll testify that we have seen the Christ! We touched his scars. We licked his tears. We felt his anger - pledged we'll raise a spear for a Spear of Destiny. Our destiny's to drown the doubters, cleave the cheats ... to burn the sinners in the street. Do you feel that holy fire, brother?

God in a Cupboard

He promised her a planet and he'd planned it. He told her how he'd fly to heaven with just a gesture and a lie. they'd idolise those idol eyes. They'd be pelting him with palm leaves. Believe! He believed and she behaved. She stroked his chin (he hadn't shaved). She said "Sure, honey - it'll be OK!" God's in his cupboard - all's right with His girl

Blowing Bubbles (part two)

Know that I love you. Know that I care. I know that when times are hard, you're there. And sometimes I hide ... yes, still I get scared. But, your touch is enough and I'm warm. I swear that I'll be with you always - we'll hold hands in the dark. And when the sun rises, we'll laugh. Yes, we''l laugh. And the whole world will hear us - well maybe ... maybe, Marylou

Six Cats on a Dead Man's Chest

Lights were red, the streets deserted. Foot down, head down, hit the Kerb ... A cartwheel through the pet shop window. Bells rang, mice ran. Polly sang "Be lucky!" She left a gift and pecked a shoulder smashed in pieces of eight. And [now] there's six cats on a dead man's chest ... [fa la la la!] Lovebird laid a nest and spider spun a web. And he spread it across the headlights, and he caught a dozen fireflies. Fireman brought the cloths and sprayed the foam - it filled the shop. And just the fish survived.

"Joey" the Video

Pickled baby's in the jar. Two heads, four eyes - the doctor called him "joey". And he poked him with a stick. The jokes were sick - but "Joey" smiled and turned around. And doctor made a bow, said "Move in closer!" "Joey" posed as cameras rolled. Rear view. Wide angle. "Candlelight or full beam?" ... "Joey" made it to the small screen, and he holds a staring role. He plays a doll stashed in a fish tank - and he'd love to thank the public for his Oscar. ["Thank you, folks."]

The Char Char

The metal was corroded. The fuses had exploded. The circuits floated on a pool of oil...They wrenched the flex. It snapped and sparks flew (dark blue clouds and jet black walls!). An apple crumbled. Firemen grumbled - fumbled with a hose. Toes were curling in their white boots. Sweating in their tight asbestos suits (and Asmodeus played the flute!) A table layed a chair and did the cha cha - charred and spitting splinters. Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbes behind the fence. Father burned the incense, blessed the ashes as they flew... Fly away!(2x)Fly away Peter!(3x) Fly away Paul! Wenn Alte Gotter Sterben (When old god dies) Upside down and hanging. Gangreen. Dark green ankles. Rusty chains. And lusting vultures bowling dice - see who gets first bite. Frosbite! lockjaw! MORE! See sores weep, flesh creep. Skin deep beauty lives inside his rotting carcass. Locked away, it drains away. Like a love note in a trashcan, like a sapphire in a sack. And no one's singing hymns to him. No trembling sinners, no respect...We shed our tears, but we just accept - this old God's dying of neglect. This old god's dying of neglect. Neglect.

Hotel Blanc

One more lonely room, and a key with a number, and the guy behind the desk said, "Understand that the first night's free - but then you have to pay!" He nodded thanks. He wondered if he'd travelled all his life ... Was he just a number on a hundred scraps of paper, thrown away? He'd never had a wife, and he'd never had a lover. He turned the key. He smelt the damp. He dived between the covers ... teardrops in his eyes turned to ice. And he tried to think of better times but the pictures never formed. And just one thought remained that maybe from the day he was born, he'd stay dead inside. After all ... And in another town the clock chimed 13 times, the traveller was home. He had a lady by his side, they were driving through the snow. Pure, like the bridal gown she wore. Like the sound she made when she would stroke his hand and say, "You'll never be alone again - just believe it's not a dream. It's not a dream!" They tried to break the door down. They found him face down. He was grinning like a clown. They called his name - he never heard. They felt his pulse but nothing stirred ..A coal black hearse appeared and hauled the corpse away. Another customer who paid at Hotel Blanc ...