Album Notes

P. Emerson Williams has to do everything the hard way. A more career minded artist would have seized on the opportunity afforded being signed to Nocturnal Art Productions and its association with Samoth of the mighty Emperor, touring and considering the comfort of the audience. I stead Mr. Williams played with his own sanity, crossing the Abyss and disappeared for several years.
During this time he recorded two Choronzon albums, both of which were rejected by NAP, Samoth not seeing any audience sick enough to be able to take their deliberately grating harshness. The first, a Paean to Lilith, queen of the succubae and lover and protector of P. Emerson Williams, disappeared mysteriously. The tracks which were mixed to DAT, were unaccountably replaced with white noise, underneath which could be discerned gibbering and laughter. The second, "Era Vulgaris", a thrashing testament to torture, sprang fully formed over the span of a week out of Mr. Williams' unconscious. The sound goes back to the harsh, electronic blackness of the original Choronzon demo; a sound with no consideration towards commercial potential.
Following being dropped from NAP, P. Emerson lived on the streets among homeless criminals and drug addicts, gaining much insight on the futility of the lives of the average. Then, adopting a persona of a normal middle class American, he lived and interacted with people through various service sector jobs, finding the Majority to be emptier and more frightened than he could have anticipated. Privately going deeper into his occult studies, as well as disassembling and reassembling his psyche through meditation, ritual and various forms of psycho therapy, he began to produce new work.
It was time to assemble the tribe and catalyze a cultural evolution. This is happening in the unlikely location of Winter Park, Florida, a place so devoid of soul and character that outside influences are as absent as in a hermits dwelling deep in the woods. As the Work is prepared for release, we bring you "Era Vulgaris". A snapshot of a state of mind/no mind that is kind of cute and quaint to us now, though it does point the way forward.
Its pain is the pain of love.