Subject matter: chiropteric burglary, miscast spells, sentient AI, elvish folklore, heavy metal, counter-hippie cybernetics. A comment on genre and latent form as a type of minimalist poetry. Nine full-color booklets and 3 postcards housed in a 10-inch box set. 100 random copies will contain a “golden ticket” book entitled Loose Covers: Toward an Annotated Ashenfolk by Andrew Maxwell.

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Feeling out the traditions of world-building, invented languages, and fictional histories of those poet-philogists who crafted much of our register of fantasy and folk horror (Sturluson, Tolkien, Brothers Krofft & Grimm), Ashenfolk re-collects a legendarium of dingy elves, midnight moves, minor gods, and twilight people into a boogie man box-set of nightborn bric-a-brac. Mosconi borrows a light from Bradbury’s fireman to enkindle a superfan assemblage of lexical robble-robble and mythopoeic proto-punk, all loose cover for the myriad blazes a book fails to contain.

—Andrew Maxwell

This is untimely literature, but that’s kind of the point. Where Tolkien’s Silmarillion locates itself at some time in the Earth’s past, Ashenfolk arrives at unnumbered almost-presents – its murky, postmillennial pamphlets detailing a dooming event that has shattered knowledge into so much Gnostic flake and particulate. These could be the tour diaries of our superterrestrial apostates and volunteer abductees – folk elegists born from the death of digital dualism – who are watching it all burn down, sorta into what the band is doing, their eyes like lighters in the crowd.

—Geddy Lee

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Limited Edition | 2019 | $25 

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