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Phantasmagoria has curiously been out of print in North America for some years now. However, I was fortunate enough to pick up this copy from an area radio station that liquidated their vinyl cellar. Suckers. I didn’t know what it was at the time but the name sounded slick enough, so, I added it to my stack. Thank my Capricorn stars for my dumb luck because this album is devilishly delicious.

Some musicados recognize Phantasmagoria as the ruling High Court in the Confederate States of Goth. Others tattoo it with a regretful London Classic Punk tramp stamp. Then there are a few who will whisper rumors of it being a dark wave bastard child.

I couldn’t give a raven’s ass what musiclique it falls into.

I just know that this album’s spent countless hours spinning at 33 1/3 rpm in close proximity to my person. The effects of such ghastly activities were disturbing. Prolonged rotation caused the disc to emit an unknown form of radiation, which greyed my locks in similar fashion to lead singer David Vanian’s.

At first I thought it looked crack dandy. Hot Topic gift cards started arriving in the mail from a secret admirer, which only sweetened the honey pot. But my cat kept hissing relentlessly and scratching my eyelids while I slept so the funky folicles had to go. Luckily, Blanks Pharmacy sells knockoff hair dye called “Just For Tuff Dudes” on the cheap.

Don’t miss out in this one, you ghouls.

Click here to download Phantasmagoria