The spaces in between the lies we tell our delusional self. The sounds the toys and tools make when your asleep. A babtism in aether. The breaking point of the slaves back. A mirror without light reflecting on it. Stomach acid eating me from the inside. An enemy; more passionate than my lover, closer than my kind. Much much closer than your fairy tales.
I have never felt the need to make a bio. Not for writing, not for music or sound projects. Not for friends, not for family. Perhaps it is that I have so many painful or shameful events in my past, and I wish not to remember. Or perhaps it is that I cherished those people, those moments so much that I zealously guard them from the undeserving. You can't have them. You can't have me. I've offered what I care to offer, what you can hear on this page. If that is not enough, if the most base and vile essence of my self boiled in sulfur, purified in salt cannot satiate you, if you need to see a picture because I am invalid unless I am beautiful, or you want to hear about my scarecrow social demographic or other statistical norms so we can somehow relate as people, go re-read the 32414365473568 other people who do it just for that reason. I don't like me, let alone you. I'm nothing close to what I am supposed to be, by natures or God's design, and neither are you. I love my enemy, I need my enemies, they are my enema's. Now. We have a wasted a decent chunk of eachothers time. Wanna talk ect.? Send me something you created, or found, or felt, or changed. A terrible poem. A picture of damn near anything unusual or profound. A song. A sound. A ceremony, a ritual, the end of the beginning of the middle of nowhere.
What I offer, I call Un-Flesh. It is the sound of crossing over, of bringing things over. A place my damaged self lives, where the fish are bigger than gods, and the wind is more honest than any human I've yet met. there's but 4 tracks on here as of this writing, all I've shared in but the last year almost. Very few people listen. Very few people come here. 1 is 1 too many.......infinty is 1 too less.
i cannot write a bio...I am noone. I am just words.
i cannot make music, music is just a jingle, a sales pitch for the musician or his masters. Love me, know me, buy me.
If you do listen, you may not like what you hear. It does not come from a fantasy place, where I am who I am not. Bigger. Better. Richer. Sexier.
Most do not like to hear truly negative media. I don't mean the kinda that's like " I'm freaky evil druggy hump everything that moves"
I mean sad. Suicidal, or worse already dead. Angry, murderous. Not to appeal to the disenfranchised, but to deal with it.
We need our anger, our sadness. These are not trash emotions you are never supposed to feel. They are EXACTLY as important as love, happiness, and charity. They were not an accident. They are in the least a survival mechanism, and at best, they are the soil from which grew all things of light and happiness. Dark and light are inseperable lovers, i prefer neither without the other. The world is not green and blue. You are not good or bad to me, there is no right or wrong on the biggest of stages. The soul is not black or white, just endless shades of gray.
If you have read all of this.......peace be with you, and inside you. You have returned the favor of me giving a piece of myself to you.
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Your sound is always so revealing. I just listened to "Killing a Demon" several times in a row. The track has so much latent energy, its contagious, like rabies or nervous laughter. Excellent work from you, as usual.
I want to say that the Flood is one of the most profound moments of my life. To be exact, it labels the exact moment of my life. It is hurtful, yet un-reproachable. It is honest yet detestable. It sounds like the end but it yields a beginning. This is passion in sound.
First off its brilliant. The quiet subtle beginning with its almost ambient movements and reverse beats then the darkness at: 40, fucking bloody harsh. It's followed by a delightful tick that seems hopelessly out of time yet demands your attention, all of this before the 1:30 mark. There is such a feeling of lingering chaos with this track; it sticks to your ribs like a good meal ought to. Something I love about this track is its devotion to subtlety. It has such an ominous malice yet it retains its composure as if being studied; as if under an unwanted microscope. We are treated to the true nature of this beast at around the 3:00 mark as it lets its true colors show.
Nothing shy of brilliant which is nothing shy of what I'd expect from you. As ambient as it is harsh, you have found the perfect balance of both elements here. Your sound has such character to it, such an art to it, it continues to inspire.
