Yorba Zergot spends a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower. As the self appointed Sauron of Witch House, Zergot eagerly awaits the days that his minions of orcs will take over. His name alone is the stuff of legends. He exists as one of the movement’s longest running and most mysterious memes. Part ringleader, part arch-villain, Yorba’s internet persona can be a bit much, almost all the time.
His Facebook group LOS7 ▲NGLE55 has become the black lodge for 7h33 m4k3r5. This is where the real players come to let their hair down and share a joke or too. It is also the premiere showcase for new work and the launching pad for numerous new projects and collaborations. It is a consistent and constant reminder that Witch House is not a collection of artists who want to sound like Salem and oOoOO, but an assortment of people who just don’t quite fit in anywhere else. It is the musical and cultural island of forgotten toys. Yorba’s affection for David Lynch, David Cronenberg and assorted other creative David’s has arguably influenced the aesthetic of the art form to a fairly large degree.
Then why is it no one talks about his music? As Fauxmusica, Zergot has been putting out music pretty much since the genre’s inception. Just ask him, and he’ll tell you. A simple look through the press kit of Fauxmusica and one often wonders what is true and what is just pure P.T. Barnum-styled Chaos Magick. Although it infuriates some, this is what this is all about. Chaos and Panic are core ingredients in a scene so sigil crazy. This isn’t just hipster hieroglyphs, it is a call to arms for thee psykick revolution.
Musically, Fauxmusica can be a tough listen at times. Noisy and often formless, it is a true representation of the artist. We all know that doesn’t always fill stadiums, though. Still, when the free jazz spirit of Yorba Zergot’s mania works it can actually be pretty breathtaking. His new project and mixtape, entitled ⁂✴⁂ (Sacred Star) is the culmination of all of his efforts, and it has finally paid off. Ep1c in stature it flows like a Mothers of Invention album, dipping its gangrenous toes in all sorts of mucky music. Part of what makes it work is that this time Zergot enlisted some of his fellow warriors to reinterpret some of his better tracks. This gives the album a startling depth and flow that pretty much blew this listener away on first listen.
The fact remains, Yorba is either a full blown psychopath or a master conjurer of chaos. It is often hard to discern his true intentions, but something tells me that there’s a genuine heart lying inside his esoteric scarecrow schtick.