Golden Phoenix Studio Albums


Lies of a Minah Bird

2018, Spring

Lies of a Minah Bird

Figure of Speech

Curse of a Cola Can

Atoms for Sale



All Potential Targets

Dragon Claws

Wisps and Worms

Out of the Mould

Tightrope Sirens


2016, Autumn

Sally's Song

Das Model

Moonlight Shadow

Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon

You Came

Video Killed the Radio Star

Buffalo Stance

Famous Blue Raincoat


Winner Takes It All

Live To Tell

(Don't Give Up)

Happy Xmas - War is Over

(Love Will Tear Us Apart)


The Golden Cage

2018/2006, Spring

Cup of Milk *

Golden Bat Dawn*

Song of Lost Embers

Correlating the Deaths of Angel Parrot*

Flesh is Free (Sping Snow II)*

Fossil of a Banker *

Sarah and the Red Dragons

Dancing to Sanjuro

The Argentry of Mrs Sleet

Spanish Pink Cloud Monster Monkey

Phoenix Baker Girl

Scarlet Bible Down Milky Drains*

Echoes of the Golden Bells

Jewel in a Jungle


* recorded partially at Studio Ka with Ben Mraz and Patrice Kubiak.


2018/2005, Winter




Between Brackets

On the News is Plum Coloured Bruises

Leopards on your Right

Cattle and Bars

The Blood of Blister K

Milk Toe Piano Falls

Private Chinacide

Bounty and the Black Swans

Watching the Magic Tree Grow

Lorelei the Ninth

Towns Out of Fear

(Winterskin Fading)

(Vaselined Angel Spiders)



* recorded at Studio Ka with Ben Mraz and Patrice Kubiak.


Office or the Cult

2015, Autumn

Fuck I'm a Serial Killer


Mafic Skulls

Beauty of Profit

Caviar Tzar Tzar

Dark Nest

Pepper Peg

Journey X

Cubicles of Joy

Black Star Opera

Astral Death

Reign of the Ravens

The Onion Crust

Gasmasked Lovers

Liquid Sun

Edge of Infinity

Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape II

2015, Spring

Spiders in the Woods

Autopsy of a Butcher's Wife

Magnolia Faces

Hatching Eyes

Before you know it

Addicted to life

Psalm for an Abattoir

S&M Horsemen

Sweet Demon Child

Severn Singers

Primrose Hill

Kings and Queens

Nine Women

Death Of the Angels

Easter Island

The Day it Snowed



Chaffinch in the snow

Sunsets to Phuket

Ants and the leaves

Honey and the bees

Super Blond

The Fizz

The things that people say

Sea lions staring out to sea

Celestial lid

Excess Baggage

At Eve's Feet

Garden of Gorgons

Mistress of the Moon

Burning Angel

Fifth Season

Japanese Egg Timer

2009, Spring-Winter


2005, Winter to Summer

1. The Happy Prince (3:13)
2. Off Herring’s Rock (4:44)
3. To Be Here With You (4:25)
4. Remember the Day (4:33)
5. The Fly and The Locusts (5:09)
6-9. Jade Rain and Dragon Bones (11:58)
10. Two Dead Mandarin Ducks (2:53)
11. Golden Gate (5:59)
12. Lilies to Dust (5:51)
13. Heaven is Only Just (6:33)
14. Yukiko the Witch’s Plague (6:54)
15. Jujiya (5:39)
16-18. O’ My Prickly Love (12:36)
19. Tomoko's Royal Milk Tea (3:33)
20. Barbara Bear (2:56)

When Money Was Love

2003/2004, Winter

PHOTO by Yasmine

When money was love

The Mystery Of...

Hear the Logfire

 Love Will Tear Us Apart 1

 In My Life

Red Zone

Happy Prince

Mouth of Blood

Wish I were

Over the Wall

Little red suns 


A peaceful stroll through the battlefield, smiling to oneself as the bombs fall and the buildings collapse. This is like wading through the mud to the sea at low tide, miles out, the sun roasting your skull as you make one last effort that makes you think twice.

Drums by Arnaud Eurin

The Constellation of Man

2003, Spring

Equinox Hill

Bread & Wine

 The Ouija Tower

 Bakery on Bharal Street

 Islands in my mind

 The Black Season

Canary Moon above China Bay

Constellation of Man

 Uiko in a blue scarf

Black Sheep at Webster Fair 


The illusion being, we believe we can outshine the Gods.

Drums by Arnaud Eurin

The Evening Fruit  & Cars of Darkness (Waterfull Lighthouse)

2002, Winter

Under the Sun

Lady Blue

the Waterfull Lighthouse

Ashes Glass & Tar

The Raft

Submarine Carpenters

Shattered Stars

 Party of Qawali Fish

These are the keys to the evening fruit!

 Riding Stars

Under the Moon


December Ceremony

 Sub Aqua

Written with F.Mey, this dives into a muddy puddle, like a drunk and drowning Buckley coughing up leaves and fag ends, which spreads out to infinity as we slice through its milk-tea-coloured skin. At dawn, two leafless trees look out to sea from their sandy bay. As the sun rises behind them, their shadows gingerly hop out to sea. Two brave little souls of coal skip over the waves and flying fish greet them on their maiden voyage to the unknown. A raft appears, and on it they steer towards the salt flavoured tunes that the blue fields conceal. At noon, the sun washed us away from the living. Swallowed with grace by the mighty blue gob, the two buoys drowned deeper, and deeper to face the black cave of wisdom where lived a great ghost, and host for a wink (for the two were spat out of the sea's holy belly far too soon for their liking). Where are we welcome, back home a merm' mentioned. Dawn is approaching, so back they were blown, to the rocks they were thrown like Qawali gods crackling and white Catherine wheels foaming. We stole an old sardine can and drove to the towns where lights never go out. The trees' shadows are brushed down willow-the-wisp highways. The sun wavers goodbye and the flying fish die in a bundle of sparks. The shadows are shattered and stars are ridden until the grey curse on wheels hits the night's ditches. The moon has at midnight now eaten their souls. The two bloody shooters are fruit for the fawns that sleep in the forest and drink from our eyes. As hymns for the dead are sung gently to blend in with the red carpets gleaming, next to the steaming mobiles on their backs, the hunters lie beside sleeping creatures of love with revealing two litchi eyes weeping like buds, (rose buds at dawn are the thorns I shall die for).

Do we all drown after being spat out of the nine month cosy aqua-nest, and switch from foetal fish to little men in a blink?


 2002, Summer


Lend Me a Matchstick

Horseshoe Bend




 Autumn Stories

Bookshop Love

Enkindled Foxglove

The Ring

Ladybird Starfields

The Isle

Death to the Porcupine


White goose girl

Blue Angel

A range of brewing songs, reduced to an even more simple form. Some came from Llangarron, some from Lille. They were all sliced from a freshly fished carp, and dipped in gipsy blood. The instruments are made out of green tea and the bodies used to play them, bubblegum. Kim Ki Duk was the flavour in 2001.

From "Bedtime Stories": I was inventing cereals, Vincent shredded wheat. My ingredients were pigments, shade and light, heart melting landscapes with dandy toreros, switchable to male or female in a wink. These edible paintings were presented to a friend. This Elizabethanly dressed Magus gave a literary appreciation of every mouthful, yet, though he was doubtful, when each bite, crunch and gulp, created exquisite classical music like tapping on the keys ( the right ones ) of a piano, all he could do was surrender to the beauty of my bowl of blue wheat.

Ribcage of a Pineapple Lambscape I

2001, Winter

Spiders in the Woods

Autopsy of a Butcher's Wife

Magnolia Faces

Hatching Eyes

Before you know it

Addicted to life

S&M Horsemen

Severn Singers

Nine Women

Death Of the Angels

Easter Island

First shot at a simplified approach to folk soundscapes and compost heap automatic song writing compared to surrealistic painting. These songs are the sounds of festering cities. The first spark came from an urban wall painting. Someone had used their own shit to write the word "laid" (ugly), that could be understood as "lait" (milk). It sums up the beauty of city life where the obvious ugliness of our dwellings needs spelling out, and the acute need to suckle from the milken market industrial breasts is both depressing and exciting, depending how willing you are to accept chaos.

The house of decay has a window onto the past and present. Through the kaleidoscope a patchwork of lost feelings reappear and blend into one another for the sake of a few more nonsense rhymes. At the time of the simplistic and elaborate recordings, the black mountains of England and Wales were in quarantine. Foot and mouth hysteria, like a prolepsis, announced in cattle burning smoke signs the evening skies to come. The mounds of sheep aflame were a fine starting point to chisel back to the lands of my youth to the south of Wales.

On the banks of the River Severn, I am a crab with two black eyes. A woman singer and her two kids were washed away one night after a performance at 'the Sunrise', where '¨Midsummer Level' (my father's band) had played the same night. I now sing her songs across the waves to crowds of friends for beer. I think I hear her songs quite clearly, now the towns where I once lived have slipped away. The owls and fears she met that night are mine to sieve over the sleeping thieves those evenings when they come to snatch a light you hand out to the strangers briefly, hoping all this time goes right. Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, you children are crying and the voice on the phone says your house is on fire, but the black round your eyes is for tuneless bonfires that have no disguise. No one was hurt, but then everyone says, no babies would be born, "no life without pain".

Darren Aronovsky's "requiem for a dream" was the soundtrack to the year 2000.