Well, maybe there are some ghosts waiting for you, but nothing to hold the rest of us back. Tis all reliably strange. What does music sound like after death? Chaos in Premonition.
Directly from nocturnal deep space
A wild shifting audio ride, things happen quickly, things happen slowly, the sound of irrational interpretations of delirious phenomenon, and it is all dreamy-strange. Possibly, the story is that we arrive on a planet, we go deeper and deeper, before we realize we are here to stay. Some of Chaos in Premonition is influenced by laptop based granular sampling technologies, plus: harp, drums (all manner of percussion), flute and so many keyboards that seem to have new magical powers. What you might discover here is probably directly from nocturnal deep space, with familiar bits glittering in the darkness. If you need to know every little detail this will be a challenge, sound tricks us and we like it. Why?
Poetry, and perhaps music, never needs to explain itself. Can it explain itself?
Why should it explain itself! I vainly opine, as one does in such circumstances, nonetheless, here are nine tracks. The spirit here is restless and explores or exaggerates a wide and changing range of strange clues, the story is layered and complex too. What I find are strange sounds to listen to. You might say that describes a whole musical genre, but this project is different, it is the strangest one in a spotty population of many random oddballs and individualists.
The pursuit of music is often playful and imaginative, daring and exposed. This is time spent listening carefully because it is interesting and I want to hear it all, fearful that I might miss some important clue, while asking my ears what the how is this? But then, I am crazy about this, so I am unreliable and hopelessly prejudiced on this matter.
I am seduced by the beauty of the difficulty of interpretation, unreliable evidence, natural entropy, elemental collages with paradoxical granular control of the content, constantly seeking perfection in the organic ambient or theatrical audio collage, so elegantly overloaded with meaning and there are many colors unexplained, mystery abides here.
A complex background in an abstract way ::
What the heck is this? (I want more!) It is not equipped with a consistent rhythm necessary for exercising to, but for me it works as a complex background in an abstract way. Time is flowing differently sometimes. It’s maybe experimental jazz or rock or playtime or dance or just to quietly sit for a listen. There is plenty to listen to. I do not know what Chaos in Premonition is for.
Hear some sonic artifacts in an atmosphere of stereo emotions, “Ionic Realms” [Victronomy Plubonius] (4:52) and there are two riders, emerging slow and regal, equine versus impressionistic and capricious, like a butterfly and a horse, a juxtaposition of opposites on several levels making a philosophical connection between surrealism in art and existentialism. Two simultaneous musical narratives, wordless stories or just amazing ideas, a regal classical Greek vibe, ancient origin stories with a malfunctioning time machine that brings forth hunks of melting realism. That was the first track.
Now a celestial harp, and bowed metallic shimmers, pursued eventually by the mad ticking of the clocks. “Abundant Time [Stemiostratamos]” (4:46), I hear many clickers, measuring the moments one by one, they come and go in the multiplying music layers, searching for an underlying epistemological view. The dancing cave worms glow red but are not on fire. “Chaos In Premonition [Firestimo Mutato]” (8:54), is the title track, I hear nostalgia pounding a pattern hidden in the music, there are false endings, I like false endings. I hear a gong rumbling slowly in a distant cave, joyful and fast moving at times, flying in a sunny sky over fields of wildflowers where we might be inches off of the ground or we might be arcing high across the horizon, all gentle so gentle, a melody sparkles flitters and then new elements emerge, the atmosphere of constant change is suspended and contrasting. Toss your problems into a deep hole and consider their demise falling forever, “Deep Chasm [Subliminostrum]” (10:40) where distant night bugs jubilate somewhere out there, loaded with tiny details. I can hear ringing from deep tunnels, now deeper, more delicate darkness with lots of layered granular textures, an atmosphere of gloom, suggesting caves and tunnels, or a cathedral deep below, very deep and slow in the darkness, at last an atmosphere of peace in darkness.
Yes, it is spooky here ::
“Mutations Of The Highest Order [MOTHO]” (8:47) begins, a quiet start rising slowly. Bells or chimes, rattles waddle, battles sounding, and dry chimes crackle, I do not think that we are rising from the darkness. It stays spooky, the shakes are nearly steady like a heartbeat and now with some minimal metal tangs and clangs, now some more false endings, ghostly smallish bells tinkle, I hear an atmosphere of silence with mild imperfections, but wait, there is a ghost choir very far away. There is a story here and it is frightening at times, for a moment a gigantic moth with wings the size of a soccer field struggles to right itself.
We are on a strange journey, right now we are in a very big old magic castle, “Logic Of Expression [Praetoreum]” (5:39) there is a flute and there are hands keeping a marching beat, hand percussion slow and expressive with the cosmic atmosphere, the pace of large beasts of burden, a caravan with drone sparkle effects along the way. There is a parade of sorts, a processional exhibition of the miracles, a call, a spectacle, a strange dance, a sudden path to explore.
Yes, it is spooky here. “Immortals And Their Graves [Sacriligonus]” (7:38) perhaps flutes in darkness, meditations on forever, eternal spontaneity, the voices… “Crevices In Dark Places [Anexplicora]” (7:12) pours out purring on a liquid night, night sounds in the wilderness, crickets crunching, in the water I think that I hear a crustacean choir, wavy deep reflections, some kind of arthropod tribal ritual out there? At the end, the final track, glorious restful rising, angels signal through the distance, “Sleep Of Innocence [Embulata]” (4:52) brings the great release, the gentle flow upwards into gentle clouds with voices singing lullaby tones floating in a night rainbow sky. If you are listening while waiting for sleep, this final track is the perfect send off. The way has been dark and scary in places, now it is time to let go and ease into sleep. There are some…
No. Well, maybe there are some ghosts waiting for you, but nothing to hold the rest of us back. Tis all reliably strange. What does music sound like after death? Chaos in Premonition.
Desensitized is available on Spotted Peccary. [Bandcamp | Site]
