Immersed in one another’s presence - we set out on an expedition to discover all our hidden compositions. Like timid explorers, we mapped out what was hazardous and what our destination was to be. As the sun slept and the moon arose, we departed into the subterranean of what we were composed of - holding that which was veiled deep within. Diving past the hardened muscle and the gossamer sinew, we were focused on revealing that which was most vital. A viscera flower blossoming for my beloved - flourishing crimson with devotion.
SNDCLD
♪ File under: electronic, dark, sadwave
Once our verbal contract was absolved, I set to work on clearing out the destruction you left behind. There were hints of your being found among the floorboards, the walls, and whatever utensils I chose for that wanton act of expulsion. My ears, still deafened by the suction, that clacking and cracking combustion of your bones, were ringing in aberration. Piecing together the final parts of your dissected puzzle, I began to feel a sense of relief. No longer would I have to hear your drone, your nonsensical soliloquies addressed at no one in particular, the sound of your narcissistic speeches - all that was left were the pieces I adored. A retention of your severed and sectioned remnants - a menagerie for my viewing pleasure.
♪ File under: electronic. instrumental. 8bitwitchhouse.
Unable to create what we so desperately wanted to attain, I sought out the only possible outcome I could think of. I would sever the disease festering inside - the growing, spreading ailment which would certainly be the downfall of humanity. A keepsake of our junction - that tumultuous, terrible union which only served as fuel for your transformation. I was haunted by the constant imagery; the horrible, vehemently, vapid expression you held on your face - flesh-flecked nails which would break and bruise my skin - crimson lips parted slightly - seemed to stain my dreams and waking thoughts. And as time slowed to a halt, and my speech decided to cease, I began to etch out the desistance like a sanguineous blueprint. Arduous architect.
♪ File under: electronic. longing. sad.
One year ago, I blogged about SOMADAMANTINA and I’ve been waiting ever since for her return. Luckily, she’s back with the vexing/hypnotic, “If you want bil·lietes”. Her flow, on the hook, transforms into an uptalk - like begging a question - and then falls back into a languid censure. Fantastic.
SNDCLD | TMBLR
♪ File under: HOLY EFF.
Surrounded by our vacant words, cloaked in broken promises - we rest - exposed and tortured. You had adorned my chest in your essence - a representation of all that was fleeting. Phrases, our temporary adoration, carried on the humid and musty air, until they no longer existed. Stinging, spiteful, sorrowful soliloquies mixed with loving caresses and warm woe. And with that final acknowledgement - that last exhausted breath of determination - we collapsed delicately upon ourselves.
♫ Bonus: 28 Mansions - Haunt Me
SNDLCD
♪ File under: electronic, dark, sadwave
Leavingscene possess this rare ability to hear a track and instantly KNOW, truly know, that I will adore it - his radar has never once been off. When he directed me over to °Lhasa with the comment of this “channeled you so hard”, I instantly stopped what I was listening to.
Everything about this track is just perfection. The booming bass, the undulating sounds, the pitch shifted vocals - it has the power to make your surroundings come to a complete standstill.
After a few seconds, the realization hit - this is the perfect embodiment. Street lamps became slightly brighter. Pedestrians slightly slower while the traffic of the city froze - static.
As the track progressed, it became hard to not become engulfed in the near-clandestine snaps and the submerging samples. And once it gently glided to a finish, all I could was hit repeat.
And he was so dead on - this IS me.
SNDCLD | BNDCMP
♪ File under: electronic, atmospheric, my steez
As you were unprepared to accept the separation, I, ignoring your pleas, slowly began to chip away at bone. Your eyes, swollen with sorrow and tears, rolled far back in your head. The whites of your eyes, exposed and lunar, glistened while I continuously chiseled; determined for completion. This detachment was necessary - divorcing your noxious constitution - removal of decaying cartilage. Corrupted countenance.
SNDCLD
♪ File under: electronic, dark, sludge
I will not lie - I am really loving this monomorte reworking of Ke$ha’s “Die Young”. It’s like listening to a track submerged in water - bits and pieces of the original track ebb and flow while you become further and further engulfed. Aphoristic and fluid.
You can download the track below and follow on SNDCLD.
♪ File under: electronic, dark, reworks are made of this…
I find myself acquiring a distaste for words -grating, gratuitous jargon - unseemly utterances. Those words which so effortlessly flowed off my tongue, once so palatable and sweet, now make me want to do nothing more than wretch. In an effort to re-route unnecessary communication, I create obstacles for speech. Swallowing exclamations, gestating in place of affirmations, a newly created mute all for the sake of eradicating colloquy.
I.VII.I.IX ~ SNDCLD | BNDCMP
Bonus track:
♪ File under: electronic, dark, perfection
It may sound strange to say this but my favorite language in the world is Swedish. I love the way it sounds spoken, sung, yelled - min favorit. When I heard Silvana Solo’s “Svarta Madam”, I realized it contained some of my favorite elements in music: it was hard yet downy, dark yet somewhat luminous. And what to say of her flow - the way the words rolled off her tongue - a warning, an alarm. Fantastic.
My grasp of Swedish may not be expert but I love this. Jättebra.
Bonus video:
♪ File under: dark, electronic, swedish hip hop