Charles Dexter Ward and the Imagineers

Tales chattered through shattered teeth of witchcraft and necrophilia from the depths of Arkham Asylum- depicted for the first time from the last breaths of singer Aaron Malin.


On a murky murderous moor passed a poor forsaken band called Living With the Bear, crossing the haunted forest under a full moon to make their midnight appointment at the practise rooms. Determined, yet untalented they strived to learn their instruments as best they could in the hopes of only, if possible making an impression amongst their peers within the crypts of Coventry City.


Whilst crossing the forest, lain there before their pokey dilated eyes appeared a rusted tin dappled with silver fingerprints, and they opened it. In the swift flurry and a frosted haze appeared the ghost of Charles Dexter Ward himself! He consumed the members where they stood (regurgitating a fresh new member entirely), wrote all of their songs and taught them how to use their instruments so to strike discords of orchestrated brilliance into the hearts of the masses.


"I’m fed up of all these songs about being in a dole queue, eating a bag of chips bla bla bla. And all that telling you how it is on the street, I don’t want to know about that. So I started writing gothic songs, and I wrote one about the witch-hunt" explains singer Az Malin.


Charles Dexter Ward and the Imagineers have undeniable identity, and surely enough a following to go with it. The name comes from a dark story by H.P Lovecraft- a certified influence imprinted on the band’s facebook page. Their sound is decidedly blues rock psychedelia with twinges of Victoriana suave- in their music and their dress. Embellished dapperly in waistcoats, pocket watches and top hats; Az, Leigh, Chris and Ben spur furies of psychedelic memorials from the amps like possessed banshees. The likes of Tom Waits, John Lee Hooker, Kings of Leon and Kyuss drip from their sleeves as they shake rattle and groan through the microphone.


"That’s why I like recording, because the way I’m singing them no one knows what the fuck I’m saying" comments Aaron. "Image is massively important. We made up this mad story and everyone’s taken to it!"


Laughs aside, the band take themselves as seriously as any other group of musicians securing a local stance and trying to push their appeal as far as it‘ll go. But it’s about having fun with it too. Aaron admits that creation lies in "something that’s got a tune, and that’s got a groove. That’s the way we want to write songs. There’s an art in writing a good song, and having all the influences in there, but mostly having the basis of a good song".


In regards to getting signed, Az is often annoyed at people’s surprise to hear that they’re not a signed band. He laughingly demands to know just "how do you do it?!", though reassuringly admits: "we’re just trying to do something different on our own terms". Yet his tone turns understandingly a little resentful over the fact that "there are no rock bands at the minute, listen to the radio- it’s all pro tools synthetic shit. Even the rock music."


CDWATI would like nothing more than to yield depraved lunacy over the sound waves from the wrenches of their guts- and just how many bands can you name that sing about debauched gothic horror and Eskimo Escape? For instance "The Ballad of the Necrophiliac is about an ex-lover" Az explains, "and the point of the story is she’s dead and I’m going to dig her up and have my wicked way with her". And Witch Hunt is an equally delightful tale about spooning the eyes out of villagers suspected of witchcraft. Nothing you wouldn’t read about in Mary Shelley really.

Now the band plan to drag their shackles and chains through the forest of Charles Dexter Ward and onto pastures old, grey and quite possibly dilapidated- perhaps Dickensian London. "We’re waiting for the winter to come again. It’s been too sunny, and we’re not a summer band" states our host of scriptures. He leaves with one last statement to chew on; "Now with Halloween coming, we’re ready to emerge again".


Ensure to embrace the wrath of Charles Dexter Ward.