Trappist Afterland – Se​(​VII​)​en

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Yet another victim of digital violence in a crime that could have been avoided, outright avoidance of the main issue yet again taking its toll on the mainline casualty system. Oh, how we mocked the green warning light, shivering as the timber fell upon our willing flesh, sending it to the complaints department via the cue in the vacuum, which misdirected upswing got in our way yet again – say, if I insert modernity here, will I get a professorship? It makes sense to remain dense in these transparent times, as I don’t want no puppet accosting me as I try to ignore the inevitable. I will not bend my knee to any legacy, as my knee is unbendable, as is my will, cast iron, not doubt, flame driven, not ridden out. And the channels of communication have become so legion and they cross, they cross, they double cross all the time, and so it is impossible to know if the communication is pure or even if it is meant for this outlet or whether another has interfered or outright banished the thought to a silent vent. Silence was invented as an alternative to communication by the alternate community, agreeing on nothing but argument, which became tiresome to all, hence the solution, a liquid which induced silence in all who drank it. They never drank again.

 

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Timber Rattle – The Veil Beneath The Mountain Beneath The Veil

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I’m sorry, I couldn’t be with you tonight to accept your sycophancy, I’ve sent my body as a substitute; I hope you find it adequate. First of all, I’d like to thank me for doing what I did, the universe for giving me a place in which to do what I did, and everything in it for tolerating my doing what I did. May I continue to say that those who were offended by some or all of the content were offended by intention, primarily their own, and I have no misgivings whatsoever about the nature of what I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. Hindsight is simply an excuse in disguise, and therefore, does not exist, like so much else that doesn’t exist. And finally, I just want to ask why you’re all so keen to kiss my arse? It’s just an arse. Why not create your own stuff? Life isn’t a competition, it’s a festival. So, thank you again, for this award, I will now use it in a sculpture of meaninglessness. No, really, thank you.

Rusalnaia – Time Takes Away

rusalnaiaSo seeing as I surfaced from my bedroom studio to take in the new Big Blood album, I had a scan round some other crannies of the real world. This one grabbed me, gently mind, but the last song also grabbed my soon to be 7-year old daughter so much that she demanded I play it again and again.

This is folk rock in the early 70s style with a psych-tinged witchiness to it, a lazy description but I don’t like descriptions because they tax my feeble mind. The nearest reference point I have to this is Espers, but with a more lullabilic (neologism alert!) feel, particularly the aforementioned last tune. Also Horse Cult.

The album was recorded over the span of some years and is made by two witch sisters who live in different countries.

Horse Cult – Day Dreams & Night Mares

horsecult I don’t think I’ve listened to enough Neo-folk over the years. I mean, I love Espers and still play them often, and I’ve got an album by The Iditarod which is wyrd neo-folk, but either there’s not much of the stuff around, or I simply haven’t crossed paths with it.

Well I can now add Horse Cult to that small collection. This is really good stuff, as good as the aforementioned Epsers. The songs have a more traditional feel with occasional medieval/nursery rhyme type things going on. But there’s also drone, and experiments, and a dense atmosphere of acoustic guitars, flute, fiddle, mountain dulcimer and layered vocals, with a bit of drum. And they reference all the pretty little horses. Also, I once or twice found myself thinking of The Battle of Evermore. Again.

I think I need more neo-folk / dark folk / heathen folk in my life. There seem to be some references here I might follow up. Any other suggestions would also be welcome.