My Antique Son

by Nick Hudson

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Nick Hudson has been making music under his own name for a number of years. After a nomadic upbringing, he has settled in the south of England and formed his ensemble The Academy of Sun, to realize his explorative, dynamic compositions. His work has enjoyed accolades from Julian Cope Current 93’s David Tibet, Meredith Monk, and performance artist Franko B, amongst others. Classical piano tuition commenced when Nick was aged six, and he has since added guitar, vocals, percussion and production/arrangement duties to his arsenal of tools.

His new record 'My Antique Son' addresses Nick’s uncommon fetishes for Victorian opiates, visionary dead poets, and ghosts-as-memories via progressive song-writing that at once invokes Jacques Brel, Pink Floyd, Kayo Dot and the compositional drone-doom of Asva and Sunn O))). in a record that defies categorisation as much as it compels repeated listens. A visionary, psychedelic British pop record in the lineage of Kate Bush’s ‘Hounds of Love’ and Talk Talk’s ‘Spirit of Eden’, Nick’s record has been already highly acclaimed by Current 93’s David Tibet, who has contributed a foreword to the liner notes.

His band, The Academy of Sun, have taken ‘My Antique Son’ and Nick’s recent composition ‘Dead Souls’ and become one of the tightest and most dynamic live outfits currently performing in the UK, displaying virtuosoic flair across a large range of instruments and genres, and twisting between extreme states of emotional terrain with compelling ease.

Nick also composes for film; his most recent score, for the recently completed ‘Godland’ by director Michael Joseph Salerno which will be released on Kiddepunk Records in the not-too-distant future..

Flattering Testimonials

'Ambitious, curious and beautiful' - Jamie Stewart (Xiu Xiu)

"Very haunting, lateral, evocative, sidereal. I love it." David Tibet/Current 93

'A beautiful voice' - Meredith Monk

Julian Cope review of ‘TERRitORies of disSENT’


released March 28, 2011

Nick Hudson - piano, electric guitar, harmonium, vocals, the organ of St. Mary's Church, Brighton, percussion, foley, field recording
Duncan Harrison – guitar, bass, vocals
Elena Baltzis - vocals
Alex Taylor - violin
John Chescoe – flute on ‘Scale’
Daniel Mackenzie - piano, production, treatments
Michael Christiansen – alto sax
Wolf Deraze – vocals
Barnaby Atkins – drums on ‘London’
Erika Blaxland-de-Lange – vocals on ‘Hierocles’

Composed, arranged and produced by Nick Hudson, with invaluable contributions on 7,12 13, 14 from Daniel Mackenzie. 2 written by William Blake, Nick Hudson, Marc Hulson and Wolf Deraze.

Mastered by Nick Hudson and Daniel Mackenzie.



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Track Name: My Antique Dead
my antique dead
this is my antique son/he’s made out of everyone/and everyone knows the moon, when it’s full is hunter’s friend/this is my photo-frame/remembering those who came as ragged saints at my birth on this ragged searching earth/fit for a king/well fit indeed/when wars are won/he has his fun, my antique son/along vines of time/his thread sublime/he softly treads/my antique dead/my home my bed/blockades are made/and roads are closed when doors are hung/my antique son
Track Name: Rupert Brooke
are all my crushes doomed to be doomed poets?/at least the dead cannot reject affection/the beauty of the dead is locked in death/in the pendant of my twilight resurrection/on the spectre of their legacy my pen rests/it is the tangled reins of faith that we share/behind the ageless gaze lies an assurance/that our minds are licked aflame by the same air/to share awareness of the subtler passions/is to crave to pass a hand beyond the frame/from which you stare to drag you fresh and screaming/from the frozen mausoleum/ in ignition of your now-replenished fairness/I press the pen against my lips as though it was your own/and were we not a continent of death away I’d offer up my throne/rigid with a dream of your seduction culled from that you casually confessed/I weave myself into your lifes meander/divested now of death my poet rests/skewered by a pure erotic fury usually reserved for those alive/behind death’s pain your cool allure is fixed securely and I bereft, the widow of all wives/if I should cry think only wistfully/undressed of death’s duress in foreign fields of graveless company/into the cleavered calf’s caress/corested by time’s embarrassed flesh/a history harvested is pressed in tenderness/and as a hyacinth my thirst is yet unmet
Track Name: Idiot Song
like somebody painted the sky with rain/I break like a wave on the school gates/and is it such a sin to drink stolen gin found on a paper round?/my uniform fits like a glove fits a foot/and I want to be part of the world, but when the world says ‘I want you to be lonely’/this blazer and tie do not mean that I am the same as the idiot next to me/I’m a holw other flame and a whole other idiot/and I sure as hell didn’t expect to be wholly respectfully part of the world/so when the world says ‘I want you to be lonely’/I say to universality ‘how very gallantly you tossed me aside’/and when the world says/and when the world stops/and when the world looks/like somebody painted the sky with rain/I break like a wave on the school gates/and is it such a sin to drink stolen gin found on a paper round?
Track Name: Scale
not so serene after the morphine/crooked and mean/languid and sore/been crippled and cracked/perhaps less is morphine/let the scale fall from my eyes/strychnine/camphor/arsenic/laudinum/ether
Track Name: Elysium
not so serene after the morphine/crooked and mean/languid and sore/been crippled and cracked/perhaps less is morphine/let the scale fall from my eyes/strychnine/camphor/arsenic/laudinum/ether
Track Name: Dead Souls Part One
upon returning, everything looks foreign and he can’t name the shapes that made him/torn bags of refuge mar the street like dead crows/please do not obstruct day or night/his heels have no grounding here, and the ghosts no longer look at him, and the sky throws tiles in his path/his knees buckle like a piece of shot game/please do not obstruct day or night/dead souls, I know that you’re lonely, but you must know, you never will own me
Track Name: Dead Souls Part Two
when first I from my living casket peeled I could not, through the door of my room pass/but now on well-oiled wings I wish to be at once the contents and the glass
Track Name: The Pyramid God is Ahephi
per spiritum sanctus reviviscimus/some people decide what the world is before they have seen it
Track Name: Hierocles
one day I’ll build us an empire/to my lap the enlightened will flood/the bathhouse will foster the senate/dissent will dismember our blood/embroider a cunt to my apex/I implore thee oh scalpel of Rome/take a pleat to my samphire medusa/oh charioteer oh seducer/when my eyes are covered/when my hands are tied/deus sol invictus/husband will never mean housebound/settled will never be staid/empire will never be deathtrap/rosebloom will breathe as a blade/what’s that Hierocles/want me on my front/what’s that Hierocles/bring the empire to his knees/gott des unbesiegten sohnne/deus sol invictus
Track Name: In Crow Robes
a robe to mask death’s slow incision/a robe to eviscerate will/a robe to upend all decision/a robe to make everything still/in crow robes my total is vision/in crow robes my presence is nil/the city sifts me like the finest grain/through its mortar its gravel its rain/and gazeless faces glazed with days stare through me/dissolute/desolate/elevated/absolute/plasma/miasma/corpuscle/sinew/these are another matter to me/the night-paved streets are another anatomy/through waterpipe, wheelbarrow, furnace and factory/everything peels back to me