Part II - Operated under extreme psychosis, performed live in the dead of night at the studio of The Hague s pirate Radio Tonka , these two records contain an apocalyptic selection of the very darkest moments of its maker, an Anglo-French Bruxellois driftwood expat washed ashore on the West Holland wasteland just to get even more lost in its empty shadow chessboard grid of luscious ghost town smoke screen structures built on nothing but loose sand, to get even more entangled in its reef-like vortex of the fleetwood parkland dune estates artifice of ugly evergreen high-tech verdure of Rose and Thorn , oh, yes, its many, many flowers sans Mercee , red and white Carnation, Asphodel, or Fleur de Lys and Fleur du Mal , all awaiting, lurking gentle softness of the flesh, perfumed for luring prey, yet strikingly hard-wired through the courtly appearance and the troubling foliage of the Count s many hidden pleasures, His many secret palace garden hedges, His Royal Seal concealed behind, oh, yes, its many, many spines, all hiding midst the ticket, like cloak and dagger, that poisoned slip of tongue, or poisoned tip of blade, and all s so easy to slip away and disappear into the vine and creeper, to make one trip and fall in smear of mud or was it blood?