Through white noise, thorough in its separation and diffraction of constituent tones, before reprocessing them and sending them back out into an abyss of stars as if these horns are calling to some alien entity or god far beyond the reaches of our usual means of communication.
Desolate and dangerous as it is
When the fog rolls in expect there to be horns. Sometimes there might also be the clanging of a bell. Everyday Dust already explored the fully featured and fractured overtones of a single handbell in a previous album. Here their musical imagination has been turned to that primal blast of air known to dwellers by the sea. What a gorgeous sound it is too.
I love the approach here. Taking a single kind of instrument and really delving in to all its possible timbres and permutations across a longform single piece of music. On Overtones it was just one bell, but here it is multiple types of horns and synthesized horns—all processed, fractured, desiccated and then resuscitated, destroyed and brought back to life in a glorious evocation cinematic liminality. This is music for trance-formation made using digital granular synthesis and analog musique concrète.
This piece takes me into a landscape I really enjoy being in, desolate and dangerous as it is. It takes me through the Celtic mist of the Celtic twilight and into another realm that can only be reached when my imagination is trained on the vehicle of sound. This album is that vehicle and carries the mind into other realms through its dissonant portal.
An extension off the coast and into the fog ::
The piece is an extension off the coast and into the fog of the world building done on the Landscape X album. What a fine voyage that was, so I’m glad to be back. Let’s just hope a shoggoth or some other kind of great old one doesn’t eat me while I am here. This is horrific stuff. It’s also terrific stuff. For me the two often go together, just like existential dread and existential drones go together. Drone this does. Through distortion. Through white noise, thorough in its separation and diffraction of constituent tones, before reprocessing them and sending them back out into an abyss of stars as if these horns are calling to some alien entity or god far beyond the reaches of our usual means of communication.
Lost in this mixture of cool air and balmy condensation, clarity only emerges when the wind blows the fog away, when the horns have stopped their desultory braying, and the view to the sea can be taken in, naked and unafraid.
Resurrection Of The Foghorns is available on Dustopian Frequencies. [Bandcamp]
