♫ G∞gle - b∞m
The bloodshot lines suffused across my slcera like ink-stained crimson constellations. My hands, concaved and wrought with crippling disorder, would shrink back into themselves - curling, folding, gnarled. I could foresee catastorphe in your cloudy irises and in your mouth that contorted sardonically. Cacophonous buzzing overpowered my senses - rising and swelling - while I anxiously gnashed the flakes of my teeth like confectionery. Anhydrous lips - striving to form broken syntax - oozed and trickled pools of blood and puss. Infected. Affected. Your pedigree reconstructed and reshaped. Agonized arrangement.
“B∞m” gradually plays out like a nocturnal seance that conjures spirits through percolating beats and insistent staccato high hat claps. Muted vocalization is their agreement - a rhythmic nod to possession. Sounds entangle. Pauses subtly break the frenzy - peppering the atmosphere with empyrean dust. Instrumentation clash and collide nearly uniting but never quite touching - lightly slicing the fleshy, hidden meat. Delicate delirium - controlled chaos.
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♪ File under: electronic, internetz
♫ Drippin’ - Worlds Apart
♫ Drippin - Worlds Apart
No longer could we keep the monsters at bay - those terrible, terrific titans that kept our livelihood on hold. As we would struggle to come to terms with our reality, we no longer felt the need to deny. Taking up arms, we would peruse the walls until we felt secure in our fortress. Our eyes would remain wide open while others would sleep, shrouded in fear. Unable to imagine a world unlike the one we’ve come to known, we would fight - guarding those that we loved and adored from becoming the behemoth’s nourishment. Aborting the banquet of gore - the sustenance of these unsightly creatures we were taught to fear and annihilate - our victory was always short lived. Repetition of survival - everlasting endurance.
This next-level work from Norway’s Drippin’ has me feeling like a type of galaxy saving 2D heroine. With pounding basslines, drums that sputter in fits and starts, and creeping, lurking distorted vocals, “Worlds Apart,” makes you feel as if you are on an otherworldly mission. As the melodies ascend and the vocal work, nebulous and sulking, slightly give way to inching, impish samples, you become wrapped up in repetition - the warbling, impeding sense of change. Until it all breaks - exploding - illumination.
♪ File under: electronic, future trance, next level
RIP Etta James (Jan 25, 1938 - Jan 20, 2012)
I remember feeling completely enamored at the sound of heartbreak and pain in your voice. The way you would command attention when you, so insistent, sung out for love, affection, and for faithfulness - would send shivers down my spine. On those sad, lonely nights when I stood at the road of indecision, your voice would comfort me. And when your heart would nearly explode with tumultuous emotion, my heart broke alongside yours. United in amazement.
You will forever live in my heart.
My favorite Etta James song - Seven Day Fool.
♪ File under: Etta James, eternal
♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
This “refix”, from Cardiff’s Owls, doesn’t stray too far away from the original, yet creates a whole new solemn atmosphere courtesy of dragged out vocals. Drenched in echo and often running parallel to pitch shifted vocals, it serves as an ode to abandonment and an urge for change. Gorgeous.
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♪File under: electronic, refix, universe dance
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
Fatigued yet obsessed with this metamorphosis - fixated on unsolicited transformations. Bones brittle - muscles limp and slack - flesh unfettered and fragmenting. Fingers shoved inside flaps of skin, forcibly working my buccinator - commanding assisted self mastication - partaking in the my very core. Consuming my own flesh to rid myself of the violent invaders; the demanding barbarians that breach my defenses and pillage my innards. Deeper I delve - past my intestinal walls, my quaking, tremoring entrails. Self dissection. Banquet of delirium.
Dark Mother’s “Glass Cast” is like a mellifluous, deliquescent mantra. Dulcet, provoking words shot out like self-convincing needles as layers of ascending vocals stack and dissolve and synths hum and purr. Like an intonation of change - a psalm of perseverance.
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♪ File under: dark, electronic, ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
After the consensual operation for trepidation, I began to notice changes within others around me; I suddenly could see people’s true nature. At first, I admit to being frightened and completely overwhelmed. I was barely able to grasp the drastic changes, the hidden truths that humanity carried around like disgusting aberrations. Some were split in two while others were half-creature, half-machine. Every night, I would struggle with what I had seen. Wanting nothing more than to study the meaning behind these brutes that, unbeknownst to the blind eye, walked among us. Obsessed, I became immersed in this disguised reality. Days would turn into nights, nights would soon become months and all I could do was observe and diagnose - dissecting dyophysite figures.
The slow build - that winking ascending rhythm that you know will lead to something fantastic. Shüffl’s “Save You” is like a gentle flirtation; an infatuation swimming among subtle knowing glances and smiles that gradually pulls you in. Then it hits. Instrumentation escalates. Drums beat-beat like heart. Samples stutter and nonchalantly sound the mantra again and again until you surrender. Engulfed. Enveloped. Accepting.
♪ File under: electronic, i’ve seen the future and it’s Shüffl
♫ Polozov - Violet
Weary from travel, I head to the closest inn. Granted a stay, I begin to settle down for a much needed rest. As I close my eyes, I begin to hear murmurings in the room adjacent to mine. Curious, I peer into the darkness only to hear conversations escalate into cacophonous screams. Stepping out into the hallway, I notice I could not see my footing before. My hands grasped at emptiness - a sheer void that would overwhelm my entire being. Hair standing on end, blood boiling from terror, I became ravished - goose-fleshed and drenched in sweat. The sounds of laughter filled my ears - drowning me in further uncertainty as I entered the abandoned room. Touches of gore and bone accented the furnishes; those that were wronged cry and moan taking shelter in objects. Determined to put the ghosts at rest, I remain steadfast in my upcoming victory. Glorious medicine seller - cloaked in protection.
Russia’s Polozov enters with his 6-track, cosmically kissed 6-track debut entitled “Peace”. Full of percolating rhythms, muted wails and wah-wahs of the synth, and funky, cloudy interstellar vibes. Gegenscheinesque - wrapped in interplanetary nudges of blissful, cosmogonic soundscapes. Empryean elation - astronomical adventures.
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♪ File under: electronic, experiment, interstellar
Late night lunacy from a mystery artist I only know as “triangleforever”. The sounds are sprinkled with ambient, iridescently caliginous soundscapes while a very persistent messenger delivers her message with tenacity. Psychedelically filled with gloom and horror - distorted ramblings neatly foreshadow accepted calamity.
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♫ DJ Deathray - Lick
As I strive to maintain the last grasp of breath, I can envision all the imperfections in my skeleton. I would gnaw and gnash my teeth against my tattered and torn lips as the pain became too much to bare. Scintillating and adorned in crimson, I crawled and writhed upon the warm, wet floor. My hands, absent of fingernails, shook uncontrollably as agony coursed through my central nervous system. Busted capillaries gave my eyes a demonic appearance - birthed in horror and torment. Your weight grew too much for my shattered bones to maintain as I screeched in admonishing reverence. Luminescent lunatic - pulchritudinous psychopath.
Previously mentioned on U/R, Dj Deathray is enchanting, post apocalyptic sinister odes sung by an enticing enchantress. “Neus” is peppered with distorted, incomprehensible lyrics that ascend and rise like smoke amidst booming bass lines and staccato drums. Beeps and blips freckle the caliginous soundscapes ooze and hum. Like sweetly doomed lullabies of grief - blissful sadness - glorious gloom.
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♫ Bonus: DJ Deathray - Hot Fuss
♪ File under: dark, distortion, ♥♥♥♥
♫ Several Symptoms - Stylist
Pained by the constant tormenting, the taunting of my mental state, I yearned for companionship and understanding. Seeking solace in the cloaked, spiritual figure I was taught to confide in, I delved deep in the passages, the chants, the rituals performed in secret and isolation. My nostrils would fill with musky incense as I breathed steadily among the walls adorned with volumes of scriptures and tomes. You would appear before me, towering, gigantic, genial, placing a caring, tender hand upon my warm forehead. As we strolled through the flowering gardens, you would tell me about how I was protected by greater, unforeseen forces. How those that sought to ruin and desecrate my flesh, were bound to eternal damnation - a hellish justice - well beyond my comprehension. And once I was struck down by their vicious, unsuspecting hammers - ravished by their cruel, swollen hands, I distinctly heard your voice echoing - reassuring me of my spiritual protection. Nefarious guardian - executing my Hadic justice.
Several Symptoms quietly released this darkly delicate single in December. A sense of foreboding, synths hum and purr while her vocals drenched in echo and reverb, voice disbelief and vexation. Irascible intonations. Acrimonious articulation - adjuring for something greater to manifest.
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♪File under: electronic