It's been almost 2 years since I wrote something new, and it's like I've never been away. I've had to sell the Akai MPC 4000, Focusrite and Yamaha Aw4416, so I'm working fully inside the computer again

The first Test Press of my Satamile release is here. After all this time to see it in reality is mind blowing.It makes you stare as the record spins on the deck and your own art speaks back to you.

Life has been turned on it's head for me. Being able to look at things through a different lens, being a completely different person for the first time in 25 years, is incredible.

Back Sooner than planned, it feels good to have Technics again.They were actually last on my list to get, but since I'm waiting to build up cash to get the studio stuff, I felt it was the right thing to do.

An unexpected recruit joins Tone Death. An 8 armed master of precision and accuracy. The Analog giants will use the Octopre as the lazer guidance for their electro bombs.

The Akai MPC 4000 joins the new blood in the crypt. After what seems like forever and a host of fucking car bills, The studio rebuild adds some serious HEAVY weight. Alongside the Midfield General to end all brutal electro contests, the Samson Real Time Analyzer checks the signal to make sure it's firing n every last frequency.

After much speculation, that I don't keep my word, it begins. Tone Death FC is a new team for sonic destruction. managed by The Ghost That Walks. I do what I say, and this is just the start with 9 more signings this season.

I apologize to you all for not posting for so long.I don't like to write just for the sake of it.Things are so close now it's agony, then it can all begin again from the start.All the old studio, the past that I cling onto, has gone forever.

The agonising wait in Limbo is almost over.
Time has stood still and tortured The Ghost,
teasing and promisng so much, then removing it,
just as he can feel the cold steel at his fingertips.

Now the Bass Battle strategy begins,
the six spells have been chosen to slip into your consciousness,
silently, unseen, unheard, ready to subvert from within.
The spells to be cast when the leaves fall from the trees are…

Urban Jungle, Resident Evil, Nightdrive Detroit, The Angriest Angel, Seven Deadly Sons and The Machine.
For those of you who who doubted the low frequency occultism of The Ghost,
you are about to get a very nasty surprise,
as the thump of your heart and the sinking feeling in your gut confirm you misjudged his will for revenge.
So it begins…and for those looking for me on Last Fm, no spells will be cast there again…

The Ghost is returning from Electro exile, whose side will you be on?? Choose wisely…




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Paul Bishop
The Ghost That Walks

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The surgery and the re-animation begin. The body parts are stitched back together, making the monster even more grisly than before.

Something just cracked the other day, as realization dawned on me.
As the handcuffs were slapped back on, the straight jacket tightened and I’m
transported along that long and familiar road where the Ghost lives.
He’s waiting for me as usual, and despite his malevolence, always pleased to see me return. Since his home is my home.

That Dark asylum where he lives will ALWAYS be my home too.
What I came to realize was the sacrifice was made long ago, I just have been trying to fight it too much. The only thing in life for me are the dark tones.
There is unlikely to ever be room for anything else, and this is why this time I don’t struggle in the cuffs and the jacket. The choice has been made for you long ago, no need to fight it.

A normal life cannot coexist with this one and never could. However I try to escape it just comes back like a sledgehammer swung in a slow deliberate circle before it slams into my chest. It’s a juggle I can’t perform, a distraction I don’t need. The eyes need to focus like lazers on the goal. The dark, the electro, the tones. No mercy.

So my vision of growing old alone, but being content about that, was true.
It’s what I was meant to do, the fact that success is shaking my hand at this late stage tells you loud and clear. Only maybe just maybe one can unlock the other, but the two, the family man and the dark artist, cannot work together.
So accept my fate, because if you gave me a choice, I know which one I would always choose. No hesitation.
It’s why I came back from China, my instinct screamed at me to, it was right.
It’s why I quit jobs or leave girlfriends, because only 1 thing matters.
It’s why strange things happen to pull people away from me, because they’re going to stop me from going down the path that already has my name on it.

So with a last look over my shoulder as the door swings shut,
I prepare for the task ahead, and I don’t regret the life I left behind, but I now know it was never for me. I accept the life that lays ahead and I’m content with that. It’s where I have always wanted to be, I just tried to escape it.

The Ghost That Walks

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I just caught the news today that Ron Murphy has died. I couldn't not post about it, because he IS a Detroit legend and pioneer who helped innovate and shape the club sounds we hear today.

Finally, after a long silence I’ll write something new here.
There has been a reason, and since it’s obvious from the removal of video and mp3 from right across the internet on EVERY site I touch, you know something is up. Strange how only a couple of people have asked me…

I took down the Mp3 and stopped the free downloads for 2 reasons.
Firstly, despite all the free goodwill, seems virtually no one was buying or supporting the artist, film makers too are STILL, despite me making it clear, expecting something for peanuts or nothing. Art IS worth something, the internet and P2P has NOT wiped that out so wake up.

I’ll challenge that because of the music/film industry and it’s legal pursuers starting to go after ISPs’ instead of torrent sites and downloaders, the “free” days of music and film are numbered. The ISPs’ WILL crack under legal pressure and disconnect broadband accounts and no bleating about privacy will stop it.

It’s starting in France, and will spread worldwide slowly but surely.
So you better be prepared for it, although the industries will never be the same again.

Second Reason is, I am trying to sort out a deal.
It’s early days yet but it’s serious enough for me to pull all the relevant tracks.
I’m sorry to say to all those people who enjoyed, appreciated the free stuff,that there will be no more free material.
It’s  looking very good for being a physical release route from now on.
This is VERY big news and could be the biggest deal of my life.
When it’s concrete I’ll give you more details, just waiting for it to be sealed.

If all works out ok it will be the platform I’ve always wanted and needed and worked so hard for. So watch this space because finally, the Electro is coming good in 2008 and this could really be just the beginning for The Ghost That Walks. It shows that never giving up was worth it, I was RIGHT and a big FUCK YOU to all those who doubted me and dissed me.

What you will see more is Video on places like You Tube and many others. As things develop this will replace Mp3 for anything audio and I hope for more interesting posts in the future of my travels and new deeper, darker and more deadly tunes than ever.

I WILL write my thoughts here more often now,
adding extra media for you at a later date, so stay tuned and keep it dark…

The Ghost That Walks

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This will be short and to the point.I'm beginning to forget why I post here...Too much bland talk and not enough about who I really am. An emotional force.A volcanic, fucked up, battle scarred

No Hope, No Love was ready last Monday. I just didn't feel the time was right to post it here. It puts me another week behind, but I'm soldiering on, as the results are still good. "No Hope, No love, Only Underground...Is my favourite Underground Resistance phrase,