I just thought I should clarify one thing. I didn't mean that those singers are Vulture Witches. Not at all. You see, whenever I hear that obnoxious vocalization I'm overcome by a vision--it's as clear as anything can be, and the same every time...The singers are massed together around one of those nice old stainless steel microphones, like a barber shop quartet. Only, they are far from any grooming. They're up high in the Afghan craggilyness. They all have foolish long beards, and they are singing into a big crack in the stone. The type of hole that you'd expect to find a giant ball of hibernating snakes, or hive of land crabs. From this mountain cavity emerges what appears to be a Skeksis draped in an infinite Burka that drags heavy behind her. Picking up sharp little stones and dust like a glacier, or giant dreadlock saturated with tobacco dribble. She has symbols embroidered in bright silver thread down her back, and they must be deciphered like a stock ticker spitting out of the mountain. That is the Vulture Witch. And all the guttural racket is the Spell to bind her into their service. Who really knows for what perverse Afghani purpose she's actually summoned. Probably to dance for them, and twist dynamite wicks, or to solder all the dicey wiring in their improvised explosives.
I hate that singing very much.
Dr Thrumpkinz, I am so glad you are around to share your thoughts
I enjoy your rants! Keep it up Dr