terrifying solstice carols from the h.p. lovecraft historical society, in fairness, might be an acquired taste.
a scholar of my acquaintance had been compiling a comprehensive playlist, lo, these many years.
alas, he has disappeared, and his three research assistants (a post-doc and two graduate students) have been consigned to the custody of the state after suffering what have been described by professionals as a psychotic break, the sudden and late onset of intractable paranoid schizophrenia, and acute dementia, respectively, in improbable proximity to the time of the disappearance of their professor around the equinox last spring.
the last communication i received from him was a wrinkled and creased postcard postmarked june 21 of this year (but not received until september 23). his penmanship, usually so bold, precise and fluid, was crooked, halting, jittery, heavily scored into the paper stock, ink- and ichor-smeared and barely legible, as though he were hurried, harried and quivering as he wrote. the best i could make out, it was a provisional draft of the core of his playlist (although there did seem to be some mathematics which i could neither read nor, i should presume, in the case that i could read it, comprehend). i could only tell it was from my acquaintance the scholar by the subject matter, postage, and the familiar fashion he addressed me in the salutation.
if you, dear reader, are a research ethnomusicodemonologist, and have been having a hard time securing that faculty position, well, there appear to be some openings in that department over at miskatonic.
these are the songs listed on the missing scholar's distressed postcard. it is possible the indecipherable maths pertained to their organization or order; it is possible that writing, or hearing, or singing them in the order presented here was the proximate cause of my acquaintance, the scholar's vanishing and of his assistants' mania. i do not know. enjoy!
We wish you a scary solstice:
Carol of the old ones:
alternate with lyrics: here
I saw mommy kissing Yog Sothoth:
Go summon up the dead ones:
Slay ride:
Little rare book room:
All i want for solstice is my sanity:
The cultist song:
Have an eerie dreary solstice:
I'm dreaming of a dead city:
Mountains of madness:
Harley got devoured by the undead:
It's beginning to look a lot like fishmen:
The worst hotel:
there are a lot more. here are a couple sample playlists. via.
you may acquire the taste or chase down the references here.