...like knight and maiden meeting to exchange vows amongst haunted ruins. The starlight was good enough for that story, a light so faint and remote that it cannot resolve shadows into shapes, and show the other shore of a stream. I did look upon the stream that night and from the very place; it rolled silent and as black as Styx: the next day I went away, but I am not likely to forget what it was she wanted to be saved from when she entreated him to leave her while there was time. She told me what it was, calmed—she was now too passionately interested for mere excitement—in a voice as quiet in the obscurity as her white half-lost figure. She told me, "I didn't want to die weeping."
Despite the fact that the whole situation was garbed in a wrapping woven of dreams, and wholly at odds with reason, it nonetheless took control of me with a despotic force. My heart became filled with the delights and pains of living in expectation. That whole night I did not sleep a single moment, as my imagination went roaming through the vastness of time that comprised past, present, and future together, drunk with the intoxication that total freedom brings.
North like so much juicy, grey taffy. In the thickness of night, the car, all by its lonesome out there, seemed like a time machine from an evil future. Its lights were gold scalpels ripping apart the delicate womb of night, pushing forward through the viscera and allowing it to heal tightly behind it.
Show starts with a music box winding up, then rolls right into some Coil. When I saw the way the video started with the word "something" repeated and a ring of fire that pulsates I thought well... I can use that. Was going to rip the audio out from the video but it's there as flac and mp3. Ready? go!
Played most of the new release from Subterrestrial: "Dead But Dreaming". "...a dark ambient tribute to H.P. Lovecraft, a virtual soundtrack to the Cthulu Mythos. Creeping atmospheres inspired by the ancient nightmares portrayed in his fiction work..."
An excerpt from the new release by Shane Morris and [Q]: "The Descent" Really nice. Like the way the found vocal is at the edge of being perceived. You can choose to listen to what she says or just listen to it as another element of the music. Shane says: "I have many sides". Yes he does. Here is another one.
Snuck in an unreleased track from Ice Guild Kaiser. From an album inspired by Sadayatana: "Asphalt's Parakeet". This should come out on the 16th on Buddhist on Fire. It gives me a warm fuzzy. You'll have to wait for your's.
The show starts with the title track from Kirill Platonkin's release "Silence is Important". Kirill said: "...the latest one (Silence Is Important) includes some experiments with throat singing...". Experiment? Success!
Had thought to do like a Halloween show with clinking and clanking and like you know. But it kind of rubbed against my ideas about dark ambient. I feel like it's a misunderstood genre in that people expect it to be creepy and dark, etc. It can be but I feel that it's a small part of the genre. A heavy thought provoking aural journey, evoking memories, places and things buried deep in the subconscious yes. Haunted house? spooky carnival? yes too but only in so far as they relate to the former.
Mysterious tents were shut up here, or lying collapsed, enfolded on themselves. They appeared almost human, the former kind awake, expectant; the latter with the wrinkled crumpled aspect of men asleep, but longing even in unconsciousness to stretch their limbs. Further on at the final frontiers of the fair, it was the day of the dead indeed. Here the tent booths and galleries seemed not so much asleep as lifeless, beyond hope of revival. Yet there were faint signs of life after all, he saw.
- Malcolm Lowry, Under The Volcano
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John Tocher surveys the free music landscape for new and old releases encompassing the realms of avant garde, experimental, electronic, musique concréte, industrial, dada-ist music. A transplant from the Los Angeles area, he now makes his home in southeast Texas near the border with Louisiana --deep in swamp country, where the ambiance is enhanced by cicadas and the occasional hurricane.