Sebastian Melmoth has been played on NTS in shows including The Wire Magazine Present Rewired, featured first on 27 October 2014. Songs played include Icarus, The Engineering Of Consent and King Ludd .

1) Sebastian Melmoth - Presenting four tracks “haunted by 19th-century hedonism,” Sebastian Melmoth reveals the sound of “epitaph pop” on their debut cassette release, Mourning Glory. The Belgian duo of Olivier W. — DJ Graftak of Antwerp-based party Drag Me To Hell — and Gregory D.B., make their first darkwave offering via Russian tape label Perfect Aesthetics. If you need something to accompany your next trip to the mausoleum, this might be your new soundtrack of distorted gloom. With the reliably morose production work of William Maybelline aka Qual (Lebanon Hanover) embalming the EP in a blackened glaze, only the bleakest atmospheres reign in this cemetery confessional. Minimal synths skate over a funeral procession of snares. “The Taste of India” reminds of ’80s world-influenced experiments such as Dali’s Car or C Cat Trance, and title track “Mourning Glory” emits the steady pulse of a ghost heartbeat. Things then edge into joyless-dance territory on Qual’s closing remix of lead track, “The Sharpest Dart in Melancholy’s Quiver.” Named for the pseudonym used by Oscar Wilde after his prison sentence, Sebastian Melmoth embraces dungeon-dark solitude with a steely lo-fi sound that clanks with martial-industrial machine spasms. The duo delivers a dreary dose of classic post-punk inspiration with agitated deadpan vocals, and an omnipresent tape hiss rekindles ’80s DIY synth rawness. Olivier W. says, “The music we wanted to create was an homage to a broken man, invoking images of decadence and decay: Epitaph Pop to guide you through your modern day delusion.”

2) Sebastian Melmoth stumbled from out of the desert some time in 2010. They were tired, hungry and in need of a good drink. It seems that the barren wasteland from which they emerged, provided this group of vagabonds with copious unfathomable treasures. Jan-Carl Raspe, evidently the wisest stooge, was seen sporting a bass guitar as he trudged wearily into the nearest saloon. The regulars have since been known to recount stories of Raspe’s prodigious skills behind the computing machine – drum loops and soft synths galore – a myriad of sounds beyond the reaches of the imagination. Ulrike Meinhof, fresh from her resurrection, amazed the locals with her custom-made threads, fabulous haircut and beating rhythms so infectious, they set the stray dogs into a rabid frenzy… not to mention the male population of the town. Andreas Baader, arguably the most handsome of the three, immediately made for the brothel. Within minutes, soothing guitar melodies began emanating from the open French windows on the second floor. In accompaniment, he sung poetry so profound, it melted the hearts of all the loose girls in the place. After a sleepless night of demonic revelry, this band of misfits once again reunited under the misguided pretence of making music together. It may not be the most fervent career choice and it seldom pays, but they say it is good for the soul. And so, ever since that point in time, Sebastian Melmoth (it is rumoured that the name is a reference to Oscar Wilde) have endeavoured to share their theatrical, cacophonous art with any bright spark who would lend them an ear.