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.

Marissa Nadler & Stephen Brodsky – Droneflower

And this is from a similar folder on my home PC which is nowhere near as unwieldy (yet) but since I’m on a mission…

And their version of ‘Estranged’ is worth the cover price alone if I had it, but the whole thing is mighty fine.

I’m about to go to bed, as it happens. This is very good music for just before you’re about to go to bed.

 

Oliver Cherer – The Myth of Violet Meek

Another dislocation brought me to the lair of the boxes, most of them virtual. In them, I see people, not really there but convinced they can’t escape. Well, it’s easy for me to say, I’m back where I started, so even though the pen is the same, the words are different, and now I’m sitting in judgement of virtual boxes. Can I do no better than this?

By the merest of phrasings, the picture changed – it is what it is, and suddenly I liked it and didn’t want it to change so I reached out my arms to hold on to the edges four. A couple walked past and then didn’t – I was blocking their view. In desperation, I tried to describe for them their picture so I didn’t have to let go, but they found this unsatisfactory and said they might as well have stayed at home like they’d been ordered.

So I looked again at the picture that I so cherished and noticed something different about it. Something new? Had it always been there or did the universe change while I was talking to the couple? Or did the act of exchange cause the change?

So I let go.

Ill Wicker – Untamed