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.

Elijah – Augmented

Sometimes I find myself wondering what the next thing will be. For example, what song will I write next? Then the obvious answer – if I knew that, I’d have already written it. Doesn’t stop me being surprised sometimes when it happens though.

Ditto this. I also occasionally wonder what album I’ll discover next that comes out of the blue, which again, is a bit of a nonsense to wonder. We humans are good at nonsense wondering. But anywho, I discovered this this morning. And it’s years since I’ve listened to music of this ilk, so I’m quite surprised by it.

Chris might like this one. Not sure about the rest of you though.

 

Timothy J. Fairplay -Mindfighter EP

On a bridge on a plain senorita sing again as the angels learn to fly they’re oblivious, delirious [] once upon a time certain words became a rhyme and although the meaning changed they’re oblivious, delirious [] the air is an idea and contains a gateway here and there are stories that I tell but they’re oblivious, delirious [] I’m electric don’t you know I’m magnetic full of flow and I try t tell the world but they’re oblivious, delirious [] scratching at the door even though you came before weren’t you desperate to get out? But you’re oblivious delirious [] there’s no welcome back there’s no room within this shack they’d rather you weren’t here but they’re oblivious delirious [] and it all still looks the same because you think a plain’s a plain you should see it underneath but you’re oblivious
delirious

There’s not a glimmer of fire in the eyes
not an ember to smoulder
but something’s going tick tock
and it’s loud enough to move
as a casual wave
and I am at your mercy

I burnt from my mistakes