Edward Ka-Spel
Khataclimici China Doll

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DE LP DOM V77-12

side a

  1. Tick Tock [MP3]
  2. The Shadow Mask
  3. Hotel Rouge [MP3]
  4. Our Lady In Madras
  5. The Shadow Box [MP3]

side b

  1. Another Tango
  2. Dotzsong
  3. Der Khataclimici

Prophet Qa'Sepel - voice, keyboards, electroni, sephtesmesc
Stret Majest Alarme - guitar, drums, glox
The Silver Man - clangs
Christoph Heemann - cover artwork
Engineered by Ramon Creutzer

This is merely part two of the Aaδzhyd trilogy"
LP edition is limited to around 2000 copies, some on clear vinyl (750 or so) and some on black. 500 copies were numbered by RRRecords without the knowledge of Edward or the label, so there was not an official numbered edition.

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DE CD Streamline 1009

  1. Tick Tock [MP3]
  2. The Shadow Mask
  3. Hotel Rouge [MP3]
  4. Our Lady In Madras
  5. The Shadow Box [MP3]
  6. Another Tango
  7. Dotzsong
  8. Der Khataclimici
  9. Tszrnikowskiyarrh, The Baptist

Christoph Heemann - remix on "Tszrnikowskiyarrh, the Baptist"

First CD edition was limited to between 800 and 900 copies.
The second CD edition is limited to 800 copies.
"Tszrnikowskiyarrh the Baptist" was recorded in 1994 and serves as a link to the forthcoming (?) third part of the Aaδzhyd trilogy.


Tick Tock

I'll throw the clock against the wall at nine when it starts ringing -
raining springs and wheels. We'll take cover in the covers; kill some time
and sleep 'til twelve when bells ring in the church across the street. The
metal creatures keep the beat - the way it's been since 1600. Shoot them!
get my gun... They're dead! Get back to bed. Kill time. We'll sleep...
sleep... sleep 'til six, when all the offices unload their bodies; checking
watches made in switzerland. I'll fix them. I'll slip a bullet in a zero
and like a hero i'll crawl back to bed and sleep... sleep.... sleep. 'til
nine (I'll throw the clock against the wall. I never could stand clocks at

The Shadow Mask

Born and raised on rainy days. No chance. No space. He waits. He plays. He
knows the rules, keeps his disguise - he dips his head to bigger guys.
He'll save his knives for midnight when lights are out and mice play
perfumed statues in the doorways, kissing air and winking good times for a
price. He'll hang out with the smaller guys and pounce... could never stand
a man who's not a man; whose hands aren't strong enough to strangle; legs
aren't hard enough to kick; whose heads are made for flying bricks. He
leaves them dead, his trousers wet, but he keeps his mask in place - it's
the only way to keep respect. To stay alive, to live a lie. Night after
night. Keep your mask in place.

Hotel Rouge

My fingers run through cinders where a fire glowed a day ago. But through
the black and silver still a thousand faces stare. They're all the same.
I'm watching you through crystal crying crystal tears. They tear red
ribbons in my face. One thousand years is much too long to wait, to find
and then be torn away. Now I watch you ride your white horse from my room
high in hotel rouge.

Our lady in madras

Tikka Tikka Tikka Tikka tick
Tandoori. Jury stands and hudge condemns >>impurity<<. His head rests in
his hands; one finger pointing to the oven. And you were on a skewer
waiting for the man to light the gas. So I covered up my eyes (it's my
duty!). The cleansing fire. So goddamn hot, the court retired to an
air-conditioned room and had a party. Cheap wine, cheese, chapatis. I was
partched I was hungry but I stayed with you (i'll burn with you this night,
my friend. I'll burn with you!)

The Shadow Box

Someone smashed the lamp, so all the shadows stretched and spun a web as
haircuts took short cuts. Blades sharp for a deep cut... Dropping from the
rust and the ruts just like a guillotine. A blood red rag to mute the
screams - sixteen hands are ripping, stripping... waving shredded flags in
red and in white in the shadow box balconies of eyes are spying unseen in
eiderdowns, dressing gowns, negligees and towels. Unwinding... launching,
grinding... they roll off the couches. The devil crouches in the shadow box!

Another Tango

It's sundown down in lemon town and lilly's looking sad. She's staring at
the mirror counding bruises, bags and sacks to catch the tears. She pulls
the sapphire from her ear; runs a buzzsaw across her wedding ring but cuts
her finger (it stings!). She shrieks, remembers when he branded >>LOVE
YOU<< on her arm and it swelled up like a big balloon. She cried an
afternoon; he watched T.V. 'til he felt the need to take her. And Lilly
always takes him back. She's waiting for the knock; she snaps a comb, she
spreads the make-up thick. She spreads the bed. It's almost ten - she can't
stand another night alone.

DOTZSONG/Der Khataclimici

Sing while you may
thorugh it's hard to sing underwater.
Sing while you may... cos it may not be so very long!
Mountains walk and empires burn and crumble into seas.
We talk about it, read about it... watch it on T.V....
Just sing while you may. Like a fly that's trapped on a window.
Sing while you may
cos there's nothing in the world that you can change.

Got this one recently and I must say that it is fast becoming one of my favourites. Track One: "Tick Tock" is all about sleeping and is a relaxing little epic. Maybe its one to play on the walkman lying in bed at night. It may well trance you to a beautiful sleep. If you forget to switch off then "The Shadow Mask" will wake you up for sure. Bizzare and lovely in the same song it staggers from mood to mood. Some beats reminicent of early skinny puppy too. Nice. The Third track being "Hotel Rouge" has that customised sitar-esque guitar running through it. A song of two parts. Firstly a dreamy pop gem, then melting into a meandering ambient piece. Ride the pink clouds. "Our lady in madras" features some more skinny puppy overtones, as well as some agressive distorted Ed vocals. Or as agressive as eddie could be I suppose. Quite experimental in places but very nice of course. "The Shadow Box" begins with some spooky goth organs and a plinky plonky sound. And for sake of completeness it finishes with a train chuff. Or what I presume to be a train chuff. Ho-Hum. You could imagine this track in some warped horror film. Well at least i could imaginge it. I think. "Another Tango" is what the next ones called. No fizzy orange juice but we do get a tango bass line. It builds up into a cresendo of wailing guitars and the like. But not loud ones so as not to scare the kiddies. Let eddie take you on a trip on his big pink spotty magic carpet. The last proper one is called "DOTZSONG" and it is a little bouncy victorian tune. The most poppy thing on this cd, and it could be the best. Maybe a dead heat with "The Shadow Mask". The last track is a bonus for the CD reissue; and its a monster 25 minute ambient drone fest. Called "Tsorniskowskyarrhi, the Baptist" for some reason. The first part has loads of spacy sounds, and it could probably be the soundtrack to some tacky sci-fi B movie. One with aliens that just happen to be very human like and totally un-scaresome; qualifying every B movie ever made probably. Then there is some droning and a hammond organ thrown in for good measure. Not the type of track you would put on after staggering home from the pub on a friday night with a curry and some dodgy wine. Listen to this one with a lava lamp and a Brian Eno poster. If you can find one. Right then, buy this one. Its worth it for the last track alone. but along with 7 other Eddie gems its a MUST! Hassle your local record shop for it today. Otherwise if you have it already, just try pronouncing the title of the last song before the CD finishes. YOU WILL FAIL! - Review by Graeme

Subtitled "merely part two of the Aaδzhyd trilogy" (for which there is no third part at this point), 1988's Khataclimici is in fact brighter and much more varied than the album which precedes it. The sound is also fuller, almost to the point that it could be a Pink Dots release. More self-references run amok: "Hotel Rouge" is less melancholy than "Hotel Blanc" and more exciting than LPD's "Hotel Noir" (on The Golden Age). "Our Lady In Madras" is equally as dark as the four LPD "Our Lady" tracks but more percussion-based, and therefore, aggressive. "Another Tango," a dramatic narrative about a woman named Lilly who is trapped in an abusive relationship, should be about Lisa. Finally, the cute ditty called "Dotzsong" is just that, as it's built around the "Sing While You May" motto which appears on all Pink Dots releases. Again, a twenty-minute sound collage is stapled onto the end of the album but it somehow seems more appropriate here, and apparently "Tszrnikowskiyarrh the Baptist" (as it's called) serves as the link to the third part of the trilogy. Khataclimici was reissued by German label Streamline and distributed by Soleilmoon in 1995. - Rex