Everyday Dust returns with Shrouded III, a fever dream of decayed synths, eerie textures, and hallucinatory soundscapes that blur the line between madness and revelation. Paired with the wild remix project Mossed in Translation, these releases plunge deeper into the project’s haunted world—unsettling, immersive, and impossible to ignore.
Shrouded tones summon the abyss
Everyday Dust doesn’t leave much time for it to settle. Each new release seems to be building in power, and the time between albums coming out is quick, leaving this listener happy. The mysterious creator of this music seems to be working with unhinged glee inside his secret dustopian labs, enamored by the process of making these frequencies available. The cryptic sounds escaping out into the wider world on Shrouded III are wild and fervid, adrenalized, hallucinatory and every-so blasted with eruptions of sparse harshness. What’s been cooked into these tapes is borderline explosive, and possibly borderline personality. Yes, I feel a bit decentered when listening, a bit mad. But hey, the cracked ones are the ones who let in the light, so I am happy to take this twisted psychiatric trip into the halls of an underworld asylum.
Every Halloween I have a ritual of playing a mix of Lustmord, Raison D’etre and the creakier end of Nurse With Wound on a speaker as we pass out candy to the trick or treaters. This year I think we will be adding Everyday Dust into the fold. The shrouded series is spooky for sure, and as the humid air shifts into the crisper temperatures of autumn, I’m actively seeking out unsettling sound worlds.
The six colossal tracks on this album seem to have been exhumed from weather beaten synths whose modulations wheeze and groan after being disinterred from the soggy sod of derelict cemeteries. Yet there is something darkly angelic about these forays into abysmal astral atmospheres. These tones are full of tribulation and terror that undulate in an abode of hypoid abandonment and heretical dissociation from standard notions of reality.
Shrouded in mystery ::
What has been shrouded in mystery might at times be better staying shrouded. Uncovering the depths of what lies beneath might fracture unprepared minds. But for those of us already ambling outside the asylum, wondering if we should go in, this might finish the job and finally help us get admitted. Shrouded III is absolutely certifiable.
That people are eager to submit themselves to Everyday Dust’s unique brand of psychological testing is without question. His immediate release just after Shrouded III was the remix project Mossed in Translation. Sixteen souls—including: Alegria, Ericius Rustling, dreadmaul, Plike, Justin Maxwell, Speculum Bunny, Survey Channel, Paul Reset, RogueState, Faex Optim, Linear North, Laura Mars, Forest Basha, Allem, and Ana Espin & FUTURo3000—braved his lonely and dripping corridors over fifteen tracks in a combined world-building effort that brings the project into new synergistic realms. Gritty cyberpunk now meets the surrealistic supernatural undertones with an overload of drum and bass elements. New possibilities emerge, as the textures are drilled down with an array of hyperkinetic breaks that coagulate the raw material into a jittery ADHD addled essence.
Something to hold onto amidst the torrential downpours ::
The textures are what I have always enjoyed in Everyday Dust. They are just as gritty, grimy and covered in organic biofilm, covered in moss, actually, but with all the rhythmic elements provided by the remixers, there is now something to hold onto amidst the torrential downpours. These pieces recall moss-covered groves of oak where druids gather to whisper the secrets of sea and stone, yet they merge with a mechanical sensibility, albeit one that has rusted from the same rain that makes the moss grow.
Drum and bass producers like Photek used to sample from jazz fusion, and played in melodic ways to make up the background of their addictive beats. These remixes of Everyday Dust follow a similar tack, only they are using the toolkit of musique concrète, radiophonics and the avantgarde as the palette to brush the immersive backdrop. Even so, parts of this album are soothing beds. That doesn’t mean this descent into bottomless existential vortexes won’t end up leaving you insane. Deduct five sanity points for listening.
Shrouded III & Mossed in Translation are both available on Dustopian Frequencies.
