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Have you heard of the Edwardian Ball? It’s an annual gathering inspired by the books by Edward Gorey.
Gorey was an award winning author whose books could be described as literately nonsense.
The genre is shared with Edward Lear, J. M. Barrie, Arnold Bennett, G.K. Chesterton, Joseph Conrad, E. M. Forster, John Galsworthy, Kenneth Grahame, Rudyard Kipling, Edith Nesbit, Beatrix Potter, Saki, George Bernard Shaw, H. G. Wells, Edith Wharton, and P. G. Wodehouse and, of course, Edward Gorey, the muse of the ball.
How marvellous would it be to have something like this in Ireland?
At the ball they play music that is called Sepiachord. According to Sepiachord.com it is ‘the “genre that doesn’t exist”. It is to music what “steampunk” is to literature and cinema: something that looks back to the past to comment on the present while looking sideways at the future. A cubist aural experience.
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As goth and glam are the bastards of David Bowie, Sepiachord is the made from the genetic material sown by Tom Waits. Sepiachord is assembled like a clockwork orchestra, from such elements of music Sinister Circus, Cabaret Macabre, Chamber Pop, Organic Goth, Celtic/Gypsy Punk, Mutant Americana, Ghost Town Country. It is the music our grandparents or great-grandparents would have listened to, if they were as off-set as we are.’
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Michelle Moloney King 