Dead Space Chamber Music – The Black Hours

This will come as a suprise to literally no-one, but there is an amazing amount of music transmitting through the Bristolian Hub. I’ve recently highlighted some Bokeh Versions releases, and encourage you to dive in to their catalogue if those are your thing. Now it’s time for the Avon Terror Corps. What a fantastic name.

Imagine, if you will, Alison Cotton, Abronia and Haress sharing a room and passing the musical parcel to each other for a spell as well as having moments of all joining in a glorious and harmonious cacophany. That might just about pass as a sign-post pointing the way to what you might expect to hear on The Black Hours.

The record is a reference to a medieval manuscript called ‘The Liturgy of the Hours, or the Office of the Dead.’ I find it interesting that the paragraph where this info is related also draws attention to the parralels between prayer and music creation / crafting. Although I haven’t made the explicit connection myself, I’ve philosophically been down this way for a number of years.

sunn o))) – Pyroclasts and Life Metal

Now then, you know the sign of really, really good artists? They can release more than one really, really good album in a year.

Just saying.

Did you know ‘Sesquipedalian’ basically means really long word? I love that the English language contains this sort of nonsense!

Here’s an interesting post, not at all related to music, but very much related to living well.

 

 

 

Hey Colossus – Four Bibles

I got on Hey Colossus’ latest bus a couple of weeks ago, a day after I first went deaf in my left ear. Don’t worry, I think it’s just wax and I’ve got an appointment to get it looked at, and then there’ll be at least another singular canine aural offering once I can hear properly to mix.

It also coincided with me popping the delusional bubble that nonetheless was the driving story behind last years Changing Landscape series, so in many ways, my first ride could not have come at a worse time.

I nonetheless really enjoyed the ride. Not too surprising, when you think about it. Hey Colossus are a bus that regularly drives through the Soundbergs and are always welcome in this parish. This latest bus journey they’re offering to would be passengers is every bit as good as the previous rides.

May the Hey Colossus keep on rolling.

Abronia – Obsidian Visions / Shadowed Lands

In the first place was the winner of the people chase, a lank haired fox named Orville, who won because of the magic imparted by his evil anvil. Orville, who counted several devils amongst his drinking accountants, promptly took his previous second best certificate and rolled it into a ginormous reefer which hit him harder than his hammer and he had to put it down. The people got away again, thus setting up a new race, this one won by His Majesty Gumley St. Helene-Trouser Slew, whose corpulent incompetence was passed through the ages to a present that neither knew nor cared as now is the time and cares nothing for tradition because tradition is history and history doesn’t exist. So the people got away again, the shackles giving up in a wimp of smoke and this time the moguls went after them – by this and by that they did keep gesticulating, transforming life into matter and then selling it as the status they craved. But the moment ignored them – after an enlightening experience it takes long persistences of abuse to make one forget that light but it only takes one instant flash to undo all that damage and see all the abuse for what it really was.