Before forming Sol Invictus and dropping out of politics altogether, Tony Wakeford formed a band called Above the Ruins which released "Songs of the Wolf", the band's sole full-length musical recording.
Taking cues from Julius Evola's tome "Men Among the Ruins," Above The Ruins enjoyed a brief existence promoted by the British National Party of which Wakeford had become a member in 1984. Apart from his presence, the line-up of the band behind Songs of the Wolf is very obscure and was never revealed, due to the band's open political deployment. Rumors about the identities of the members proliferated, but none of them were ever confirmed.
The record was first circulating on tape as a demo in 1984, but was then reprinted on vinyl in 1986, with "Storm Clouds Over Europe" missing and now presumably lost. No one has ever found and released the tape online. Considering its short length, you'd be forgiven if you thought of this as an EP or mini-LP.
Above the Ruin's music is within the vein of early Death in June, but the approach is much more straightforward, less clumsy and more akin to darkwave not unlike Joy Division, Warsaw or Killing Joke. Despite the production being very rough shod (keep in mind this was originally recorded as a demo) and Wakeford's clumsy performance (especially those nearly atonal vocals on "Under Western Skies"), the band manages to sound professional. The "kicking" songs like Waiting, the title-track and Progress are quite enjoyable even if a pinch awkward.
The lyrics are obviously committed, but have some good meaning even apart from the National Front propaganda: in fact this is the first attempt done by Wakeford to capture the esoteric and regal doctrine indirectly implied in his political choice of the time.
Choice lyrics come from the song "Roses", based on two poems written by Paul Comben who published a small collection of Nationalist poetry called "1957, Before the Storm". Little is known about Comben, who disappeared after the '80s, but his work strongly influenced Above the Ruins:
When young soldiers march past roses
Roses bleed young blood
And red drops from the rose bud
To kiss a soldier's head
Red drops of the rose blood
Crimson petals of the dead
In the final living seconds
An atmosphere of grief
At the morning of your ending
Gives way to timeless sleep
You may think of times are wilting
As you struggle for your breath
But the only kiss that answers
Is the frozen kiss of death
My mother likes to think that I died quickly
My father likes to think that I died well
The telegram had lied but quite discretely
Since I ended up as mincemeat and a smell
For the moment that my mother has her comfort
My father has the strength of his beliefs
Until, that is, they come and all is over
To the crosses that have no one underneath
http://youtube.com/watch?v=CqMvcKv1t7g
http://youtube.com/watch?v=jhL6wkUCQpI
I hear your liberal bleating
It's time for you to pay
You sheep won't last forever
You'll meet the wolves some day
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Above your world of ruins
Comes a new kind of man
Spits out your Coca-Cola
And your five-year plan
I'm sick of your words
The politics of slaves
Our spirits are singing
Above your decay
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
The ringing of the bells
Drowns out the ringing phone
The wolf pack aren't happy
They want to march back home
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
Hear the song of the wolf
As he sings to the moon
>Evola
Back to /pol/ with you.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=f6XypUqDh90
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
When the earth shakes
And the dead awake
To sing us their songs
And we hear the march of fate
And footsteps of the strong
And we hear the call
Carried on a wing
Arise arise arise
A once and future king
Waiting for someone
Waiting for someone to call
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Broken friendships
Can cut like broken glass
Better to keep one eye
On the hourglass
I hear of a visit
From men across the sea
Who settle scores by the sword
Just like they used to be
Waiting for someone
Waiting for someone to call
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
The world is ruled by little men
Too blind, too scared to see
The glory that once was
And yet again could be
The world is sad and cold
The gold has made us poor
But through the cackling gloom
It looks she's getting more the sure
But through the cackling gloom
It looks she's getting more the sure
Waiting for someone
Waiting for someone to call
This shit sucks.
more listenable than sol invictus imo
although, apples and oranges i guess.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=Yzh9PjRoQbo
Under western skies
We laugh and fly
Under western skies
We live and die
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind
Under western skies
We live and learn
Under western skies
Saw Europe burn
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind
Western skies
Under western skies
We live and learn
Under western skies
Saw Europe turn
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind blows
And a north wind
Western skies
http://youtube.com/watch?v=E0AI8E-GFAs
The old Gods are calling
From the hills across the sea
A hundred flags are waving
On a northern breeze
Two tyrannies stand naked
'neath the setting sun
A hundred flags are waiting
For justice to be done
A hundred flags, a hundred drums
Takes us from winter to our spring
A hundred children singing
This time, we win
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
The old Gods are calling
From the hills across the sea
A hundred flags are waving
On a northern breeze
Two tyrannies stand naked
'neath the setting sun
A hundred flags are waiting
For justice to be done
A hundred flags, a hundred drums
Takes us from winter to our spring
A hundred children singing
This time, we win
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
A hundred flags
http://youtube.com/watch?v=qMpWybzbmLI
The bell echoes across the field
The priest calls his sheep to kneel
The plough edge cuts, hardened through toil
Calls of you to sing of blood and soil
Come, my children
Sing your song
All the Gods are dead,
'cept those who make us strong
Come, my children
Sing your song
All the Gods are dead,
'cept those who make us strong
Long it's slumbered, but never dead
Deep in the woods, it raises its head
It flexes its wings, the sunlight bleeds
Risen in the west, to set us free
Come, my children
Sing your song
All the Gods are dead,
'cept those who make us strong
Come, my children
Sing your song
All the Gods are dead,
'cept those who make us strong
http://vocaroo.com/i/s07bbmlKplny
All the same height and all the same weight
All the same voice and much the same shape
Pressed to a pattern and shoved into a line
Bled by the rich and led by the blind
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
Such is the joining of people to state
The state is the father, the mother and mate
It knows how you think, it says what you need
With total conviction it prints what you read
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
Mongrelise, centralise, kept to your place
All the same colour and all the same race
Freedom is freedom from dissident views
Eyes full of terror and authorised news
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
It's best to be humble and do as you're told
To speak as you're taught and die when you're old
For such is the meaning of Marx and his words
Wine for the reds and chains for the herd
And death to the swine who are killed good and red
And death to the swine who are killed good and red
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
Progress, progress, there's progress
And you get a life and we go to hell
And this is the way, welcome to hell
>>63953109
what's wrong with evola?
This shit is fucking awful man.
