H. P. Lovecraft’s The Festival LP – Read by Andrew Leman, score by Fabio Frizzi.
Join us for the darkest tribute to our Winter holiday ever produced for vinyl!
From Maestro Fabio Frizzi:
“Yuletide, the ancient Christmas … A ritual that can turn into a nightmare. This time my music at the service of a celebration perhaps with no return. I love Lovecraft, his fantasy world and I love to tune in to him and tell creepy stories together.”
Yellow / Green swirl 80x copies
This first edition is a very small pressing.
* Limited pressing on 150 gram vinyl
* Printed on a deluxe heavy weight tip-on jacket
* Includes insert with liner notes by composer Fabio Frizzi
* New essay by weird fiction scholar J. T. Joshi
* Newley commissioned art by Jesse Jacobi
* 24″ x 36″ promotional poster
* All direct orders include Christmas card with new art by Joe Keinberger
While one might think that there is nothing less conducive to the Yuletide spirit than a melding of writer Howard Phillips Lovecraft and the renowned horror composer Fabio Frizzi, the combination might surprise the listener of “The Festival,” at first.
Frizzi’s score encompasses nearly every single tool in the composer’s considerable arsenal, utilizing synthesizers, piano, violin, and even flute, along with a full orchestra, to create a musical backdrop to a story which takes the only-too-common Chrimastide themes of coming together with one’s family and engaging in traditions and renders it a damp and peculiarly odorous tale, viscous and foetid in the telling.
Andrew Leman’s narration and recitation of the words of this nameless narrator begin just as bright and spritely as the music which accompanies his voice, but as the music changes, so does the telling which it accompanies. One can hear the indecision and regret in Leman’s voice as he relates the story of “The Festival,” and by the time “a horror unthinkable and unexpected” is revealed, we can hear the agony and dismay in his delivery. It is a journey into madness, all began with new-fallen snow and the twinkling of stars.
As Leman begins his reading of Lovecraft’s story, originally published in the January issue of Weird Tales, Frizzi’s music is fairly Christmassy, and almost jaunty in its holiday tone. It could fairly underscore any classic wintertime tale, from “A Visit from St. Nicholas” by Clement Clarke Moore to Valentine Davies’ “Miracle on 34th Street,” so perfectly sweet it is.
That changes quite quickly. Once our narrator gas completed his description of Kingsport, the music begins to go dark. As the teller of this tale relates his return to this home of his forefathers, Frizzi’s score becomes wicked, shot through with the metallic creaking of what sounds like cemetery gates.
Once the narrator enters the seventh house on the left in Green Lane, the ancient familial abode, there is a ghostly sound of a violin, only too appropriate to the discovery of ancient tomes, including the dread Necronomicon, which the teller pages through, despite all his fears upon seeing it.
After descending below and beholding the “boundless vista of an inner world,” our narrator hears “the thin, whining mockery of a feeble flute,” and so do we all who listen. It’s a terrifying sound, warbling unnaturally as though coming from the playing of someone not originally of this world.
As the tale concludes, there is the trumphantly terrifying rise of a full orchestra, Frizzi’s reveal of the damnation realized in the final paragraph, translated from the Necronomicon: “For it is of old rumour that the soul of the devil-bought hastes not from his charnel clay, but fats and instructs the very worm that gnaws; till out of corruption horrid life springs, and the dull scavengers of earth wax crafty to vex it and swell monstrous to plague it. Great holes secretly are digged where earth’s pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.”