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Release Type: album
Released: 1990
Label: creation_records, Rough Trade
Studio: Raven, Norfolk
A-Groove: boris is still digging the potatoes-a porky prime cut
B-Groove: egguluos is now digging the potatoes-a porky prime sauteed cut
Catalogue: CRECD062, RUS 83-2

1. The Basement
2. She's On Drugs
3. Pineapple Tuesday
4. The Onion Field
5. Daycare Nation
6. My Zeppelin

1. Fertiliser
2. Mr. Odd
3. After The Great Euphrates
4. Panic In Room 109
5. Girl-Go
6. Turtle Bait
7. Sister Death

Howard Turner - engineer
Tim Burrell - engineer
Martin Stebbing (Rev. Botus Whiteblood Fleming) - engineer - producer
Pat Fish - producer
Alastair Indge - photography
David Whittemore - photography
Pascal Legras - sleeve
Paul Mulreany - Drums, Vocals
Laurence O'Keefe - Bass, Vocals
Kizzy O'Callaghan - Guitar
Richard Formby - Guitar
Alex Green - Saxophone
Pat Fish - Guitar, Vocals
Sumishta Brahm - Vocals
Alex Lee - Lead Guitar

Dank

Credit: David Whittemore 1989-11-19 (Sunday, 19^th of November 1989 - 34 years 183 days ago)

The original map of the "Cult Of The Basement" album, drawn up by the Conspiracy in the studio, January 1990. See who played what, where the samples came from, what the Butcher thought about the first mix of "Girl Go"...this is not an item for families: there is strong language and irrational behaviour. A doozy! Coloured felt-tip on card.64 x 50 cm. Fair condition with some tape damage.

Credit: Pat Fish 1997-08-00 (Thursday, 0^th of August 1997 - 26 years 292 days ago)

Editing and Knife Work by Mantor, Cartography by Eggulos, Analogue Provocateurs: Laurence and Mantor, Element of Danger: Dave Francolini, Telecasters and Basement: Harry, Justice and Security: Judge Malloy & Mark Hatt, Agency: Barry Campbell at A.B.S., Management: Philip Thain, The Butcher's Publisher: Complete Music Limited.

"Basement"; the word smacks of oily concrete parking lots, hotel elevators and bulky, bovine [spongiform] laundry baskets. The Basement; as far down as we go.

It oughtn't, by rights, to have had a garden. Oh, the initial impression was just right! Seedy London frontage; scrawled cardboard messages by the bell; a dark, intricate descent through too many doors, perfect underground T.V. squalor, beyond the mysteries of Edgar Wallace late at night in black and white and what's that sudden pain in the small of my back?

Once through that final door, things would take an unexpected turn. I'm entering the chamber now. Whoa! The jackal-headed dead! Excellent! Music and dancing and improbable combinations of Czech beer and Jalapeños! Doors flung open to an ivied yard where the randomly seditious lounge on cushions and hoot at the stars and that singular man next door. Sometimes friends of friends would come by and take it for a nightclub. But it wasn't a nightclub, it was a basement.

The big red bedford mobile nation state rolls on, and, rolling, cannot stop. Miles in darkness to the appointed spot, deep wold evil dead killers wind shelter: beans, bitburger and no such thing as noise reduction. Mules in the night, mantor and eggulos tremble at the head of the board, waiting for the great infector to make with the knife. Stray Americans, stray steg, nice.

Dank! teeth and hair fall out. Fingernails keep growing. The pump is out, the night is dark, we're waiting for Mary. Don't go out to the beer shack. Those jackal-headed dead could be on the lurk. Voluptuously of course, it looked like a farmhouse. But it wasn't a farmhouse, it was a basement. ;;Karel Von Dämmerung, Wien;;;;1990

KCMU Interview Red Dots In The Butcher's Basement (Seattle, WA, USA), 1990

Letters From Pat - 1990-02-14: Cult Of The Basement Wed, Feb 14^th 1990

Melody Maker (UK), Sat, Jul 7^th 1990

Option (USA), November 1990