The wait is nearly over (honest)…… The re-re-re-re-updated edition is on its way……… Bigger, better, brain-buggeringer than EVER…………

Watch THIS space, keyly committed core components of the counter-cultural community……………

P.P.S. Hopefully……

P.P.P.S. …………

Visceral Visions: An On-the-Set Interrogation of a Morbid Masterpiece of Bestial, Brain-Buggering Brit-Horror, Hugh M. Cargill (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

Dr Nekro and Mr Hyde, Headpress T.V.’s unblinking post-pornographic re-rendering of Robert Louis Stevenson’s tenebrose tale of dual-identity deviance, looks set to take the cesspool of subterranean psycho-cinema by storm in 2013. Rogue researcher Hugh M. Cargill has taken advantage of full on-the-set and behind-the-scenes access to craft the definitive portrait of this dank, disturbing and darkly humorous interrogation of purulent perversion and forbidden fetishism…

I, Psycho: Candid Confessions of a Death-Dedicated Deviant, Samuel P. Salatta (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

Is this the most dangerous, depraved and downright deplorable book ever published by the Headpress Journal imprint Critical Vision? Some discerning observers would say it is all that – and more… This new edition brings Sam Salatta’s strange, sordid and sinister story bang up-to-date, as he emigrates from the sleepy Yorkshire village of Knutsford to vibrant multi-cultural Brussels, where he finds a job as a geriatric nurse in one of Belgium’s biggest hospitals…

BUT… we’ve also got folk who AREN’T so decent, honest or well-intentioned. Indeed, who aren’t decent, honest or well-intentioned AT ALL. Hence this recent missive to everyone on the Headpress Foundation mailing-list. Please copy and spread……

Howdy, folks–

David K. here. Sorry to start 2013 off on a sour note, but it looks as tho’ we’ve got someone sniffin’ for slime and diggin’ for dirt on myself, my good buddy Jason Stanley*, and my drinking-buddy David Slater**. For some time, members of the Headpress community have been reporting approaches from an individual who claims (falsely) to have the full authority of the Headpress Foundation in conducting research for a book called Mephitic Maggot Mimesis: Surveilling the Strange, Sordid and Sinister Psychology of David V. Kerekes, David P. Slater and Other Keyly Committed Core Components of the Counter-Cultural Community.

I wanna make it clear that this is COMPLETELY untrue: the Headpress Foundation have extended NO such authority and are NOT co-operating with research for any such book. Nor would we do so under ANY circumstances. If you receive an email or other communication from this slime-sniffer/dirt-digger, I’d like to request that you take these steps:

1. Do NOT reply or follow ANY links embedded in the email etc.

2. Send a copy of the email/communication, with all relevant details, direct to me at the Headpress Foundation.

2a. Please use the header “MEPHITIC MAGGOT”.

3. Watch out for, and report A.S.A.P., any further suspicious activity, e.g. in web-forums, on Facebook, Twitter, etc.

Cheers.

David K.

**Simul-scribe of Killing for Culture and Fetid Fillum.

“So left-field it almost circles the globe and becomes right-field.” – from a review of Mezzogargolla: The Feral Diary of a Fetid Road-Trip thru an Incendiary Italy…

“An author who lifts the lid on the feral underbelly of existence, who tears the mephitic mask off the seething maelström of malignity that lurks at the eye of the storm, in terms of issues around ontological über-engagement.” – from “Power to the Peephole: Interrogating the Other-Feral with David V. Kerekes”…

“By any sane – or insane! – standard, a visceral milestone in the fetid abyss of extreme cinematology.” – description of Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff, by David V. Kerekes (simul-scribed with David P. Slater)…

“David’s most keyly vital assent isn’t, I suggest/affirm, his incendiary intelligence, his inflected imagaintion or even his innate honesty… but his ability to channel his fifteen-year-old former self. Headpress simultaneously addresses both an audience/community of discerning adults, many with turbo-tuned non-normative academic qualifications/status, but aditionally a nexus of wide-eyed adolescent post-voyeurs taking their first steps in transgressive art/literature/film. That’s some achievement.” – Paolo Nanderson…

“I’ve always told Dave he’s a lot like Princess Di: what he lacks in clever, he makes up in cunning. Dim but devious! And he always takes it the right way.” – Justin T. McGliverton, webmaster of BeatlesOnHeat.org and co-editor of Beat the Meatles: Sexual Fantasy, Salacious Fabulation, and Slash Fiction Inspired by the Fab Four (Critical Vision, forthcoming)…

Mac Attack!!! Sir Paul wants YOU to read the coolest compendium of counter-cultural contrariness on the PLANET……

First’n’fetidly… Headpress TV are currently in pre-preparation for what will indubitably prove a mephitic milestone in the anamorphic abyss of post-pornographic cinema: the viscid’n’visceral Dr Nekro & Mr Hyde, starring David V. Kerekes as Dr Nekro and David P. Slater as Mr Hyde… Extras are now being recruited. Headpress TV are proud to be a pro-diversity, anti-discrimination employer and welcome applications from all sectors of Britain’s poly-vibrant communities, regardless of race, ethnicity, gender, sexuality, religion, disability/age status, and/or any other irrelevant factor. But you GOTTA be D-E-A-D at the time of filming! (Such exemptions are permitted under E.U. anti-discrimination legislation when clearly relevant to the employment on offer.) To put in an application on behalf of yourself or another individual, or simply to request further information, please contact David K. or David S..

Next’n’noxiously… Counter-cultural colossi Stewart Home and Jack Sargeant are NOW undergoing the initial stages of the post-experimental surgery they describe in “Glue is Something to be Surpassed”… Live streaming video of every salacious surgical second is available from Headpress TV. Sign up at HeadpressFoundation.org.uk.

Finally’n’ferally… Professor Miriam B. Stimbers, Ph.D., will be delivering the keynote lecture at the prestigious Cyber-Security Conference 2012 in Washington on September 23. In “Freud on First: ‘Free’ Speech in the Age of Obama”, she will argue that psychoanalytic tools/techniques enable us to take a more nuanced and sensible approach to the soi disant “First Amendment” in terms of issues around an ever-more increasingly vibrant’n’diverse America. A small number of tickets are still available and Dr. Stimbers has promised to donate at least 12.5% of her speaking fee to President Obama’s re-election effort.

subject: Necro-A-Go-Go!!!
from: thanaticfanatic85@yahoo.com
to: david@headpressfoundation.org.uk

David –

You ROCK, dude!!! The organizing committee and I are SIX FEET UNDER that the Headpress Foundation have agreed to sponsor Necro-Pride 2012 in Milwaukee! As you PROLLY already know, we necrophiles are amongst the longest-standing members of your fan-community and (as I MAY have mentioned before) I’ve literally lost COUNT of the number of TIMES members of the cold’n’clammy-corpse-cuddlin’ demographic have COME up to me and said that YOU, dude, are one of their BIGGEST heroes (if not THE biggest hero – and you often ARE that). They’ll tell me that reading Killing for Culture or Sex Murder Art or Fetid Fillum allowed them to access their INNER nature on an open’n’honest basis for the FIRST time. “I wanna have SEX with CORPSES – and I am NOT ashamed!” That’s what they admitted to themselves, whilst reading ONE or ANOTHER of your NOXIOUS-ly necro-friendly publications. You gave them COURAGE, dude, you allowed them to “come OUT of the coffin”. Or IN it, as the case may have been.

That’s a fine, FINE counter-cultural achievement. Sincerely. Something to take with you to the GRAVE, dude. And let me promise you THIS: if, by any mischance, you find yourself THERE (i.e., in the grave) on a PREMATURE basis, the Necro-Pride Committee and I will hop ACROSS to pay tribute at your FUNERAL and send you OFF to the Otherworld with ALL appropriate honors.

Hope you take that in the spirit it’s intended. I’m sure you WILL.

Photos and FULL report on Necro-Pride ’12 to follow.

Sincerely,

Aaron Todvickowitz.

P.S. Re. Salatta. Look, if your suspicions are well-founded, I have only one word of advice: GO TO THE AUTHORITIES!!! Four words of advice, that is. Yeah, yeah, I know that a FEW deluded fanatics will call you a “snitch” (huh!), but you gotta see it like THIS, David. If Salatta IS doin’ what you suspect, he might not confine his attentions to people who DESERVE it. What if you learn, at SOME point in the future, that he’s targeted a Woman? Or a member of an ETHNIC demographic? Or of the G.L.B.T. community? Huh? THAT would make YOU complicit in misogyny, racism, and/OR homolesbobiotransgenderophobia, David. An’ what’s WORSE, dude? Being a “snitch” (huh!) or potentially collaborating (even by omission) in the VILEST forms of prejudice known to the humyn RACE?

P.P.S. You KNOW it makes sense, David. Just pick UP the phone and call the police.

P.P.P.S. Please. For Death’s sake, David. Just CALL them.

This is shaping up to be one of Critical Vision’s finest titles EVER!!! David and Justin are revising and expanding the book even as I type. Here’s a taster of what you’ll find within…

Sexual Fantasy #68: Paul McCartney/Michael Jackson (buggery/water-sports/scat/mau-80/necro)

I am a gay male in my fifties from Milano, in northern Italy. I work in fashion/photography. I have been a Beatles fan since my earliest childhood. One of the happiest periods of my life was the brief time I was employed backstage on a Paul McCartney tour of Italy in the 1980s. During my employment, I “abstracted”/“liberated” certain small personal items of his (e.g. a sock, a toothbrush, a cotton-bud) that have since proved a lasting source of pleasure for me. In one of my favorite fantasies, I am employed on the set of the video shoot for “This Girl is Mine”, as performed by Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson in 1982. I have felt the eyes of Paul and Michael on me constantly during the shoot, checking out my lithe and youthful physique. It comes as no surprise when a gofer brings me a message that the duo wish me to see them in their dressing-room. The air is thick with marijuana smoke as I enter. Paul and Michael are smoking joints and playing cards at a table in one corner. The remains of their expensive lunch have not been cleared away.

“What do you wish of me, Mr McCartney?” I ask respectfully.

“Shut it, bitch!” Paul snarls in reply. He stares at me, undressing me greedily with his eyes as Michael moon-walks across the room and locks the door behind me. Michael claps his hands when he is finished, spins several times on the spot, grabs his crotch with his gloved hand, fondles it suggestively, then moon-walks back across the room.

“Woo-ee!” he shouts.

“We are going to play cards for you, bitch,” says Paul. “Stand there and await our pleasure.”

I am trembling with excitement as I obey his masterful command. I watch Michael skilfully shuffle the cards and deal. Paul picks up his hand and crows with triumph. Is it a bluff? I watch, hardly daring to breathe in my hope that it will be Paul to win. I so wish him to be first to possess my body! Paul throws down a couple of cards. Michael curses. Soon the game is over and Paul has won! He stubs out his joint and gets to his feet. There is a huge and ominous bulge in his trousers.

“Strip, bitch!” he orders me. I undress in front of the two, feeling their eyes like lascivious whip-strokes on my cringing but eager flesh. Soon they have me splayed ass-up on the table. Michael strokes and fondles my nakedness lustfully. The contrast between his warm, ungloved hand and his cool, gloved hand drives me into an erotic frenzy. Behind me, I hear Paul slowly unzip his trousers…

But we’ll leave it there… To read what happens next — and it’s eye-popping stuff, believe me! — you’ll have to purchase a copy of Beat the Meatles: Sexual Fantasy, Salacious Fabulation, and Slash Photography Inspired by the Fab Four.

Tim Robinsey: Well, it doesn’t surprise you because it does surprise you.

Tim Robinsey: Please explain. To either of us.

Tim Robinsey: It’s well-known that Headpresseans are committed members of the maverick demographic. Mavericks are unpredictable. In short, you and I gotta expect the unexpected. So, if we expected them to “get” the blog, and they didn’t “get” it, that was what we’d expect. ’Coz it’s unexpected. Do I see?

Tim Robinsey: Yes, you do. Thanks for clearing it up. But Opium of the Peephole isn’t just for members of the Headpress demographic, is it?

Tim Robinsey: No, I’m right, it isn’t. You’re also hoping, in terms of issues around stochastic rando-access, that members of the “mainstream” “community” might stumble across it.

Tim Robinsey: And?

Tim Robinsey: And see the error of their ways, basically.

Tim Robinsey: Is that likely?

Tim Robinsey: No, you couldn’t claim it is. But if you help just one person – just one – to reject the voyeurism, cliché and Americotropism of the British “mainstream” and embrace the vibrant, non-normative alternative on offer at Headpress, you’ll feel more than justified in terms of issues around running the blog.

Tim Robinsey: And?

Tim Robinsey: And that’s it.

Tim Robinsey: Okay. Thanks for speaking to you.

Tim Robinsey: I’m welcome.

Listen up, apocalypse-culture-vulture community!!! See those books down there? You don’t just NEED ’em, you… well, yeah, you DO just need ’em. And like, not TODAY, not TOMORROW, but some time around the time of your CONCEPTION…..

Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff, David V. Kerekes (simul-scribed with David P. Slater) (re-re-updated edition coming soon from Critical Vision)

Fetid Fillum: A Pernicious Pair of Polymorphously Perverse Parapractologists Slobber Over the Sleaziest, Slimiest, Salaciousest Celluloid Abortions Ever Inflicted on an Unwilling and Undeserving World, David V. Kerekes (simul-scribed with David P. Slater) (re-re-re-updated edition + feature-length DVD coming soon from Critical Vision)

Sex Murder Art: Narrativizing the Nekro-Kinematik with Berlin-Based Auteur of Anomie Jörg Buttgereit, David V. Kerekes (Critical Vision 1994, 1998, 2003, 2010)

Mezzogargolla: The Feral Diary of a Fetid Road-Trip thru an Incendiary Italy, David V. Kerekes (Critical Vision February 2012, June 2012)

Eye, Cinematicus: True Adventures in Extreme Celluloid, Jack Sargeant (Creation Books 1998, 2004, 2010)

666 2/3 Things to do with a Dead Culture, Stewart Home (Serpent’s Tail 2009)

Law of the ’Saw: Terror, Teratology, and Tmetic Tenebrosity in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Dr Miriam B. Stimbers (HarperCollins 2008)

Can the Cannibal? Aspects of Angst, Abjection, and Anthropophagy in the Music(k) of Suzi Quatro, 1974-1986, Dr Miriam B. Stimbers (University of Nebraska Press 2004)

Son of a Beatle: Strange Stories of Pop-Star Poppas and Groupies Gone Gravid, edited by David V. Kerekes (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

NecRoxy Music: Delineating the Deviance, Depravity and Disease at the Heinous, Hateful and Hegemonic Heart of Western Popular Culture, edited by David V. Kerekes, with an introduction by Roger “Rogue” Andrews, lead singer/rhythm guitarist in Vestigiallo, godfathers of psycho-sleaze rumble-metal (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

Beat the Meatles: Sexual Fantasy, Salacious Fabulation, and Slash Photography Inspired by the Fab Four, edited by David V. Kerekes and Justin T. McGliverton (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

Narrativizing Nullity: Notes on Peripherality, Peri-Ferality, and Fuckt-Up Fetidity in the Films of Ursula Nemarov, Jack Sargeant (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

Why I Wanna Fudge-Pack David Miliband & Other True Tales of Semiotic Terrorism, Stewart Home (Critical Vision, forthcoming)

The Book that Launched a Thousand Lunches… and Spawned a Million Rotten’n’Repulsive Rumours…..

Watch out, Headpress community: an up-dated, up-rated, up-depravated edition is on its way!!! Keep a cold’n’calculating eye on this space…..

Tim Robinsey: Thanks for agreeing to an interview, Dr. Stimbers. To say I’m a committed member of your fan-community would probably be the understatement of the year.

Miriam Stimbers: That fried fish of yours looks good. May I sample a piece?

Tim Robinsey: Be my guest. Or understatement of the century. The millennium even.

Miriam Stimbers: Gracias… Mmmm. Delicious.

Tim Robinsey: Okay, first question. “Maverick” and “Miriam” both start with “M”. Coincidence?

Miriam Stimbers (wiping fingers on napkin): That’s not for me to say.

Tim Robinsey: But you are a maverick, Miriam. For starters, you champion Freud.

Miriam Stimbers: Yes, I do. And I am not ashamed.

Tim Robinsey: But Freud, for Foucault’s sake!

Miriam Stimbers: Well, if championing Freud makes me a maverick, there’s been a whole bunch of mavericks down the years.

Tim Robinsey: Ah, c’mon, Mizza! It’s 2012. Freud is distrained denim, in terms of the vibrant academic communities interrogating issues around culture, sexuality, psychopathology, the eso-anthropology of the quotidian, and suchlike. Males don’t come deader, or whiter, or Europeaner than Freud. It must take a very strong character to continue ploughing a psychoanalytic furrow through the blizzard of disdain, ridicule, mockery and downright sniffy superiority that must erupt in a feral firestorm around many contemporary efforts to apply Freudian nostrums to the epistemological wounds festering at the fetid heart of the soi disant “western” soi disant “project”!

Miriam Stimbers: You’re making too much of it. Seriously. Yes, one does feel, from time to time, that it might be easier to be more “up-to-date” in terms of issues around one’s hermeneutics, one’s epistemological/interrogatory toolbox, and suchlike, but what can one do? One must have the courage of one’s convictions.

Tim Robinsey: Then one is a maverick! You are a maverick!

Miriam Stimbers: It’s not for me to say.

Tim Robinsey: Have it your own way. But I think you’re a maverick.

Miriam Stimbers: No. Seriously. It’s not for me to say.

Tim Robinsey: And a whole bunch of other people think you are too.

Miriam Stimbers (shrugging): It’s their prerogative.

Tim Robinsey: Okay. Now, the introduction you’ve written for the re-re-updated edition of Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff. I’ve had a peek preview and have to say it’s more than worthy of what is, by any sane – or insane! – standard, a visceral milestone in the fetid abyss of extreme cinematology. That introduction is worth the price of admission on its own. Sincerely.

Miriam Stimbers: Thank you.

Tim Robinsey: You’re welcome. But what I gotta ask is, did Dave Kerekes or Dave Slater ask you to tone down what you said about the necrophile community?

Miriam Stimbers: The Davids didn’t ask me to change a syllable.

Tim Robinsey: And the remarks about the autopsy-video-aficionado community?

Miriam Stimbers: Not a syllable.

Tim Robinsey: Then how about the stuff about Man Utd fans?

Miriam Stimbers: Ah. That was, I admit, more problematic. But the Davids have bitten the bullet. My introduction is, to coin a phrase, completely uncut.

Tim Robinsey: Do you wanna say any more about what was problematic? What did they object to most? Just between you, me, and the Opium of the Peephole community?

Miriam Stimbers: No, I’m sorry. I’ve said all I’m prepared to say. You’ll have to speak to the Davids themselves.

Tim Robinsey: Okay. Now, let’s engage issues around your academic oeuvre, your critical corpus, and suchlike. The first book of yours I picked up was Penetrating the (Pernicious) Portal: Towards a Pre-Anthropology of the Knock-Knock Joke. And I have to admit, it was a bit above my head. To put it mildly. Though the chapter about the Babylonian roots of the genre was pretty good, if I remember right. Then I tried Miscegenation, Misogyny, and (Mephitic) Mimesis: Towards a Post-Anthropology of the Lightbulb Joke. Yes, a bit more accessible, but still too heavy on the cultural theory, speaking strictly for myself, at that stage of my counter-cultural quest. It was third time lucky, for me, with your stuff. Law of the ’Saw: Terror, Teratology, and Tmetic Tenebrosity in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. What can I say? Texas is one of my top ten favourite films. Top five, even. Top three! I lost count of the times I’d seen it when I was sixteen, for flip’s sake. Or sixteen-ish. But after reading Law of the ’Saw, when I next saw the film, it was as though I was seeing it for the first time. Seriously. You brought out details, nuances, excavated an essence, an inner anthropophagology, that had previously passed me by. I almost wet myself with gratitude. What can I say? Thank you.

Miriam Stimbers: Thank you.

Tim Robinsey: Then I tried Can the Cannibal? Aspects of Angst, Abjection, and Anthropophagy in the Music(k) of Suzi Quatro, 1974-1986. And you done gone did it all over again! I came to Suzi Quatro’s oeuvre with an entirely new eye, after that.

Miriam Stimbers: Or ear.

Tim Robinsey: Yes. Or entirely new ear. Have you always been a big fan?

Miriam Stimbers: Of Suzi Quatro?

Tim Robinsey: Yes.

Miriam Stimbers: No, I wouldn’t say so. Not particularly. I was more into the Bay City Rollers, at the relevant age.

Tim Robinsey: Really? Is it too much to hope for a follow-up book on them, too? I mean, follow-up to the Suzi Quatro book?

Miriam Stimbers: It’s funny you should ask that, because I’m contributing a 36,000-word essay on the Rollers to a forthcoming Critical Vision book.

Tim Robinsey: What’s it called?

Miriam Stimbers: The essay or the book?

Tim Robinsey: Both.

Miriam Stimbers: The book is called NecRoxy Music: Delineating the Deviance, Depravity and Disease at the Heinous, Hateful and Hegemonic Heart of Western Popular Culture. Edited by David V. Kerekes, with an introduction by Roger “Rogue” Andrews, lead singer/rhythm guitarist in Vestigiallo, godfathers of psycho-sleaze rumble-metal. Some fine authors are contributing some fine, fine essays. I’m very pleased and proud to be contributing my tuppence’ worth.

Tim Robinsey: And your essay is?

Miriam Stimbers: My own essay is “Base Citizens Raping: Revulsion, Repulsion and Rabidity in the Music(k) of the Bay City Rollers, 1972-2002”.

Tim Robinsey: Sounds great! Is there any hope of it being turned into a book later? ’Coz that’s how Can the Cannibal started out, isn’t it? As an essay, I mean.

Miriam Stimbers: Yes, it did start life as an essay. We’ll see, in terms of issues around the Rollers essay. I’d like to expand on my themes, certainly. But we’ll see.

Tim Robinsey: Okay. And is there anything else in the pipeline, in terms of essays and/or books that might be of interest to the Opium of the Peephole community?

Miriam Stimbers: Yes. I have one or two irons in the fire, yes, on that front.

Tim Robinsey: Can you say what they’ll be?

Miriam Stimbers: Something on sanguivorous cinema, something on anthropophagic anomie.

Tim Robinsey: Both sound very tasty, no pun intended.

Miriam Stimbers: They are tasty, yes. I’m having a lot of fun with the research, I must admit.

Tim Robinsey: Have you finalized titles, publishers?

Miriam Stimbers: No. Everything’s very much in the initial stages, in terms of planning and preparation.

Tim Robinsey: Okay. The anticipation starts building now. Miriam Stimbers, thanks for chatting so candidly.

Miriam Stimbers: It’s been a pleasure. Thank you.

Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff, David V. Kerekes (simul-scribed with David P. Slater)

Introduction by Dr Miriam B. Stimbers

Killers for Kulture: Interrogating the Anomic Essence of David V. Kerekes and David P. Slater

When, in a rough Stockport pub, I asked the simul-scribes of Killing for Culture to interrogate issues around foundational aspects of their long-standing collaboration in watching a whole bunch-a corpse-vids and then writing about them, David Kerekes exchanged a sly glance with his drinking-buddy David Slater. “It’s easy,” he then said to me, in his distinctive Liverpudlian accent. “Psycho ’ere gives the finest blow-jobs in the world, like.” David Slater nodded, stuck out his tongue at his drinking-buddy Kerekes, and wriggled it suggestively. I laughed so hard I nearly spilled my pint…

Extract © Dr Miriam B. Stimbers, 2012

A counter-cultural colossus…..

Jack Sargeant…….

Also a counter-cultural colossus………

But what else do Home and Sargeant mutually share, in terms of commonalities and/or cross-over components/elements……..?

Very little….. at first glance…….

Let’s briefly engage issues around their respective achievements………….

Jack Sargeant is one of the highest-powered intellectuals ever to operate a pivotal hegemony in terms of the fetid core of the underground community on both sides of the Atlantic – and also far further afield, too… He has radically heterogenous degrees and academic qualifications coming out of every conceivable orifice, having undertaken research projects in some of the most demanding subjects ever devised by the mind of wo/man – we’re talking everything from Film Studies to (mis)anthropological hermeneutics. He’s as much at home in a stiflingly intense Foucault/Derrida seminar as at the most maverick of subterranean cinematic festivals/screenings. His books range from rabidly feral interrogations of transgressive cinema, like Eye, Cinematicus: True Adventures in Extreme Celluloid (Creation Books, 1998), to searingly visceral critiques of cinematic transgression, like Narrativizing Nullity: Notes on Peripherality, Peri-Ferality, and Fuckt-Up Fetidity in the Films of Ursula Nemarov (Critical Vision, forthcoming)……

Stewart Home, by apparent contrast, has an M.A. in Hard Knocks, a Ph.D. in Street Smarts… Abandoned at birth in a litter bin off London’s world-famous Oxford Street, he was raised by anarcho-syndicalist badgers on Hampstead Heath (also in London)… A human language didn’t pass his lips till he was nearly fourteen. Some would say it shows….. He didn’t learn to read or write till some six or seven or even eight years later. Some would say that shows too……. But he’s more than confounded his critics, and more than made up for lost linguistic time, stunning the (nihi)literary world with an incendiary stream of Burroughs’n’Bataille-basted, sex’n’sordidity-soaked, deviance’n’depravity-drenched, meta-Marxoid masterpieces, including the post-post-porn Thighway to Mel (Creation Books, 2003), the genuinely deranged 666 2/3 Things to do with a Dead Culture (Serpent’s Tail, 2009), and the decidedly incendiary (not to say illegal) Why I Wanna Fudge-Pack David Miliband (Critical Vision, forthcoming)…

So, on the one hand, you’ve got your Jack Sargeant: a turbo-charged rogue academic….. And on the other (hand), you’ve got your Stewart Home: a post-situationist semiotic terrorist……. And it has to be asked: What, apart from ferally incisive intelligence, ferociously intense prose-stylings, and counter-cultural colossus-ness, do Home and Sargeant mutually share in common………..?

Huh?

Simply this…………

They are about to embark together on the most mind-meltingly mephitic, perversely paradigm-puncturing piece of performance art the Weary Old World has ever begged on bended knees, tears streaming down its terror-twisted face, NOT to witness, in the name of all that is Holy……………..

And what will this piece of performance art be?

Simply this……………….

Commencing August 18, 2012, in a thermo-nuke-hardened, ex-K.G.B. clinic somewhere in the baddest of the badlands of the collapsed former Soviet Bloc (poss. Ukraine and/or Kyrgyzstan), Home and Sargeant will undergo the initial stages of post-experimental surgery of a rabidly, radically unknown and untested kind……….

They will seek nothing more, nor less, than to become history’s first artificially created conjoined twins………….

Headpress TV will be filming every salacious second of their journey to geminality, from idiosyncratic individuality to tenebrose twinhood…………..

And, on the very verge of their big adventure, Home and Sargeant have spoken exclusively to the Opium of the Peephole blog………………………..

Jack Sargeant: Thanks. Glad to hear it.

Stewart Home: Yeah, me too, ta.

Tim Robinsey: So, not to beat around the bush, let’s get down to brass tacks, put the pedal to the metal. Whose idea was it to undertake this radical experimental surgery? And does he regret it? Or she, if it was a she.

Jack Sargeant: No, it was a he, right first time. It was Dave Kerekes first raised the possibility, in an email exchange with Stew a coupla years ago. Mid-2010, if I recall correctly. And no, he doesn’t regret it. Far from it.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Dave K.’s the one to thank, blame, whatever. Mid-2010, like Jacko sez.

Jack Sargeant: He, Dave K. that is, was kicking around the idea of filming a documentary on Stew for broadcast on Headpress TV, and wondered if Stew was up for it.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Kezza. Diamond geezer. And I was up for it, yeah.

Tim Robinsey: So how did the conjoined-twin surgery come into it?

Jack Sargeant: Well, after Stew said, yeah, he was up for it, Dave had a look at Stew’s itinerary and asked Stew if he had owt special planned, like, for a guerrilla reading he was giving outside Wolverhampton Waterstone’s, where Will Self was giving an official reading. Actually inside the Waterstone’s in Wolverhampton, I mean. Will Self, that is. Anyway, Dave wanted to film the reading, Stew’s guerilla reading that is, outside the Waterstone’s, for the documentary, so did Stew have anything special planned, Dave K. wanted to know, and Stew said, yeah, he did, he was gonna invade the actual store and superglue his bollocks to Will Self’s face while Self was reading extracts from his fuck-awful new book. As a joke, like.

Stewart Home: Yeah. As a joke.

Jack Sargeant: I mean, the joke wasn’t that Stew was actually gonna superglue his bollocks to Self’s face, it was Stew suggesting that he was gonna superglue his bollocks to Self’s face was the joke. ’Coz he wasn’t actually gonna do it.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Not a fucking hope. Have you seen the size of that Self cunt? I’d’ve needed a fucking step-ladder. Or a pogo-stick. Lost the element of surprise completely.

Jack Sargeant: So, anyway, though it was a joke, initially, Dave K. liked the idea and asked if there really was someone Stew really would like to superglue his bollocks to, for the documentary.

Stewart Home: Yeah. And I said, yeah, there was. Jacko here. ’Coz I knew he’d be up for it.

Jack Sargeant: So Dave K. dropped me an email, like, and asked if I was actually up for it, to have Stew superglue his bollocks to my face, for the documentary, and I said, yeah, I was, no probs, I’d do it next time I was over. And it just kinda grew from there. Before we knew it, we’d agreed to become conjoined twins.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Just grew from there. And now we’re on the brink of being joined for life. Surgically. My bollocks stitched permamently to Jacko’s face.

Jack Sargeant: Or my bollocks stitched permanently to Stew’s face. We’re gonna toss for it.

Tim Robinsey: You mean, first come, first sewed?

Jack Sargeant: Nah, I mean toss for it. Literally. With a coin, like.

Stewart Home: Yeah. With a coin. Best of three.

Jack Sargeant: Or best of five. More dramatic, innit? That’s what Dave K. thinks. For the documentary.

Tim Robinsey: And superglue’s out of the picture?

Jack Sargeant: In fact, no, there will be some superglue involved, initially, to assist in issues around the stitching. Superglue’s a cheap, effective, non-toxic way of holding healing flesh together, so we’ve been told, like.

Stewart Home: Yeah. A few drops of superglue will come into it, initially. No problems with that, me. You, Jacko?

Jack Sargeant: Nah. Bit of superglue never did no-one no harm.

Tim Robinsey: And a name-change will be made too, after the surgery?

Jack Sargeant: Yeah. We’re still kicking around the options, of what we’ll call ourselves, or ourself, as twins. Jewart Some, possibly. Or Stack Hargeant. Or both. First one, then the other, on alternate days, like.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Though we reckon “Some”, S-o-m-e, would get mispronounced, when read off the printed page. Or the screen. I mean, some people’d read it as “Sum”, S-u-m, not rhyming with “Home”, H-o-m-e.

Tim Robinsey: You could add an “a”. Spell it S-o-a-m-e. That would stop mistakes.

Jack Sargeant: Yeah, Dave K.’s suggested that too, but it would kinda defeat the purpose, we feel, kinda spoil the onomastic balance, adding an extra letter, like.

Stewart Home: Yeah. Though it’s definitely still on the table, as an option. Or we could just put a macron on it. The “o”, I mean.

Jack Sargeant: Yeah, there’s that option too. But we got plenty of time to finalize our decision-making process, like, ’coz the documentary won’t be out for a fair bit, even after the surgery’s over.

Tim Robinsey: Best of luck with it. And thanks for speaking to Opium of the Peephole.

Jack Sargeant: Thanks. It’s a fine blog. Very hermeneutic.

Stewart Home: Yeah, nice one. Fine blog. And what Jacko said.

Headpress Journal: Pre-Prioritizing the Post-Feral Since 1986…

Critical Vision: Fine Books… For Feral People… At Far From Fetid Prices… Since 1986……

Interrogating the Other-Feral with Headpress Head Honcho… the Heinous Heretic Himself… Death’n’Decomposition-Dedicated Deviant… David V. Kerekes…..

Tim Robinsey: David, an easy one to start with. Define Headpress in a single word.

David Kerekes: [laughs] That is easy! Okay, Headpress is… indefinable.

Tim Robinsey: Nice one. Okay, now define “David Kerekes” in a single word.

David Kerekes: Another easy one! Let me think. Okay, David Kerekes is… Headpressean.

Tim Robinsey: Nice one. Now, David Kerekes is also the author of some searingly seminal interrogations of other-ferality, including Killing for Culture: A Dysmorphic Duo of Death’n'Decomposition-Dedicated Deviants called Dave Sniff Out the Slimiest Secrets of Snuff’n’Stuff (simul-scribed with drinking-buddy David P. Slater)… Sex Murder Art: Narrativizing the Nekro-Kinematik with Berlin-Based Auteur of Anomie Jörg Buttgereit… Mezzogargolla: The Feral Diary of a Fetid Road-Trip thru an Incendiary Italy… and, most recently, Son of a Beatle: Strange Stories of Pop-Star Poppas and Groupies Gone Gravid (simul-scribed again with Dave Slater, forthcoming thru Critical Vision)… And I have to say, those books disturbed me deeply… particularly Son of a Beatle(that final, true confessions chapter!!!). You genuinely are an author who lifts the fetid lid on the feral underbelly of existence, who tears the mephitic mask off the seething maelstrom of malignity that lurks at the eye of the storm, in terms of issues around onto-existential über-engagement.

David Kerekes: Thank you.

Tim Robinsey: You’re welcome. But an obvious question arises. You’ve disturbed me with your noxious narratives, your malignant maelstrom unmasking. You’ve disturbed all your readers, I think it’s safe to say. But what disturbs David Kerekes himself? What makes David Kerekes draw a sharp breath and say… “Dio mio!”?

David Kerekes: Good question. Difficult question. But I’d have to say what disturbs him, disturbs me, above all, is… human imperfection.

Tim Robinsey: Imperfection in what sense? Moral imperfection?

David Kerekes: Yes, among other kinds.

Tim Robinsey: Can you give an example?

David Kerekes: Well, think of Sex Murder Art. The bit where I go to the cinema with Jörg…

Tim Robinsey: Oh, yeah. And that actress of his comes and sits right next to you? In the dark?

David Kerekes: Yes. Got it in one. Though I prefer not use words like “actress”. It’s sexist.

Tim Robinsey: Yeah, okay, sorry. Anyway, so this actress, actor, whatever, sits right next to you, even though she can’t possibly have known it was you? Because the cinema was dark?

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: So that meant, you decided, that she was deliberately going round and sitting next to male strangers?

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: In search of…?

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: That’s pretty darn slutty.

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: Very slutty, in fact.

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: Though you don’t draw that explicit conclusion in the book, if I remember right, just lay out the facts and leave it up to readers to draw their own conclusion.

David Kerekes: Yes. As you say, I just lay out the fetid facts and leave readers to savour the stench.

Tim Robinsey: That showed great restraint on your part, if you don’t mind my saying.

David Kerekes: Not at all. I was disturbed, I freely admit it, but I kept a cool head, recorded the moment mentally, and jotted down a note when I got back to my hotel, ready to set it before the world when I wrote the book.

Tim Robinsey: And the world is in your debt for it, believe me. Though you did, if I remember right again, indicate your own attitude with great subtlety by reporting your observation of the relevant moment in italics. I mean, the moment where she plants her butt right next to you in the darkened cinema, despite not knowing it was you.

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: Fetid facts indeed. And it would be hard to draw any other conclusion from them than that, as I’ve said, it was very slutty behaviour. Shockingly slutty, in fact.

David Kerekes: Yes.

Tim Robinsey: And that’s the sort of thing that disturbs David Kerekes?

David Kerekes: Yes. Moral imperfection.

Tim Robinsey: Any more examples…?

Here ends Part #1 of “Power to the Peephole: an Interview with David V. Kerekes”.

Headpress Journal of Strangeness & Esoterica…

So feral it’s fetid… So fetid it’s frightening…..

Dealers in Deviance… Sellers of Psychosis… Purveyors of Post-Ferality…..

Maverick jus’ went mainstream… Mainstream jus’ went maverick…..

None more visceral… None more viscerous… None more visionary…..

You don’t have to be a post-feral infra-deviant to like our stuff… But, if you are, you’ll find we satisfy many of your most essential needs…..

From Birmingham to Budapest… From London to Los Angeles… from Stockport to Santiago… For the Psychosis with the Mos’es’, it has to be Headpress, the Journal of Strangeness’n'Esoterica…..

O.O.T.P. Towers rocked on its foundations today as news came in that the Headpress Foundation had agreed to an interview with arguably the world’s premier purveyor of strangeness’n'esoterica: snuffologist Dave Kerekes…

Watch this space for further feral’n'fetid details of the deviance, depravity and down-right deplorableness that will be on display as Dave chats candidly about Life, Libertinism, and the Pursuit of Perversity…

Critical Vision’s published some waaaaay-out weirdness’n’wackiness in its time, but some of the toxic tales in this tome (of which I’ve had a sneak preview or two of) surpass anything I’ve seen to date…

Transgressive… incendiary… visceral… feral… fetid… You can throw every essential underground adjective in the book at Headpress, Manchester’s finest export since keyly vital industrio-punk icon Samuel P. Salatta, but none of ’em ever sticks. This journal of esoterica and strangeness remains resolutely aloof, grittily unclassifiable, jaggedly non-conformist, orbiting a dead sun in an uncharted star-system of the Other. Comprising of a community that embraces an eclectic spectrum of zeitgeist-warping mavericks all the way from crashed’n’burnt rock’n’roll iconoclasts to sunlight-shunning horror-comic/film obsessives to cutting-edge cultural-theoreticians, it’s impossible to discern a common thread enabling the uninitiated to get a handle on the carnivorous vortex of disparately deviant — and deviantly disparate — influences that is Mothership Headpress. You’ll either get it… Or you won’t.

Human gargoyles… snuff-videos… groupie culture… Seminal underground editor/author/cultural commentator David Kerekes’s interests are as eclectic as they are esoteric, sharing in common a mutual thread of feral intelligence and originality that stands in visceral contrast to the fetid culture of our increasingly voyeuristic and cretinized times. Meantime, David’s radically strange journal Headpress and publishing house Critical Vision has/have recruited some of the finest scribes and/or artists on (and off!) the planet to probe the outer limits of alterity and ensure key fixes of Otherness for members of the counter-cultural community on both sides of the Atlantic. Whenever I see work/material by contributors to Headpress and related projects, I’m struck by the uncanny breadth of their interests and their effortless, even Zen-like, construction of visceral new paradigms designed to burroughs their way into your consciousness and lay lovingly-imagineered eggs of fetid misanthropy that will keep exploding like feral depth-charges thru a lifetime-a-slime. It’s as though they’ve sailed on the wild side so long they don’t know the way back to less stagnant paths — and are more than happy to keep it that way. As an additional extra bonus, some also carve a fearlessly left-field academic perspective on the arena, seasoning the noxious mix with a soupçon of razor-edge critical theory. To summarize up: if you’re a discerning adult whose intellectual requirements just aren’t being satisfied in terms of either mainstream pap and/or vis-á-vis lesser underground publications, let Headpress Journal and Critical Vision become your 76-wheeler.

One of the things that is so great about Headpress, the Journal of Strangeness and Esoterica, is the way it comes outa nowhere in terms of issues around British culture… Fr’example, you’d never be able to predict Headpress‘s fascination with porn and prurience from a look at the mainstream British media. Not only that: Brits are rigidly incurious about the private lives of others. Huh? It’s hard to understand this, but the Headpress head honcho and his heinous horde of heretical Headpress-eans don’t think like that… This book will detail in feral and fetid detail jus’ exackly how they go about satisfying their deviant and depraved desire for depraved and deviant data…