Recreation of a cut 'n' paste mash-up Mr Davies and I created with a VCR while watching The Curse of the Crimson Altar a.k.a. The Crimson Cult, a truly awful cheap precursor of The Wicker Man. We grew to love the spasticated dismemberment and several lines from it are now etched, ineradicable, into our collective unconscious - notably 'must fetch the bodkin', 'bur-b-burn the witch', and 'make some enquiries about my brother'. This deliberate adult recreation can never match the stultifying glories of the long-lost tape version in terms of purity or spontaneity, but it is nevertheless an act of loving homage to past acts of mindless creativity.
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