Octal Industries – Our Seasons

I’ve got a backlog of albums I’ve been meaning to post so I’m going to experiment with scheduling rather than throwing them all at you at once (I’m off work today).

This one is kind of mellow techno music with a soundscape feel though it often put me in mind of Organit despite the latter being more driving.

Reading the blurb is slightly confusing in regards to who this actually is, or maybe I’m feeling dense today. It seems to be Jonas Thor Gudmundsson (aka Ruxpin) doing the music though other names are mentioned but I suspect they are more to do with being labels or something. That may be less important than is often thought, though. I’ve often believed that music channels itself through people rather than people having some individual genius or something (ask me about my spookiest ever creative experience sometime) and the notion of the genius artist as we so often believe it is a misinterpretation based on our hyper-individualistic worldview stemming from the illusion of separation that undergirds our entire culture.

Here endeth todays sermon.

Nordena – Continent

I’m fooling you into thinking I’ve discovered a new artist here. It’s actually Tamás Olejnik, he of the wonderful Organit albums that I posted before.

Not being anything remotely like an expert in the genres and subgenres of techno and deep house and electronica in general, I’m not sure what makes Tamás say ‘this is a Nordena tune’ or ‘this is an Organit tune.’ I admit there is a subtle difference in them though I couldn’t explain what, though it’s taken me a couple of listens to even get that far. But it has the same effect on me as the Organit stuff: deep hypnosis that is ideal for the spreadsheet catatonia /cataloguing and amending MARC records for ebooks /problem solving for same with which I spend my working life.

Every bit as trancey as you want it to be.

Organit – Komplex²

I’ve done Organit before. But I like this as well.

I’m doing hypnotic electro stuff much more these days.

 

Organit – Komplex

Music doesn’t need words, except for the words contained in the music (if any). Music doesn’t need a reason, except for the reason contained in the music, or the music contained in the reason.

I’ve not made sense yet, and I’m not likely to any time soon. But I do like to revel in the unexpectedly welcoming sonic waystations I find in my mental travels, or travails, insert as appropriate. Is insertion ever appropriate? I really hope so, and soon, but that’s a different story.

You mean this is a story? Why didn’t you say?