We've reached the end, now...
I can't tell you why. Or what, for that matter. But what I *can* tell you is that I was in a very frustrated mood. So instead of simmering in that state, I decided to get really, really high and elevate myself above it.
The room was only lit by a dark off-pink LED strip outlining the inside of my closet, fighting against the vibrancy of the monitor. I shuffled about in the dark space between these two beacons of light, the thrum of dirty engines purring and sputtering to life as I ascended through the atmosphere.
5 unsuspecting drum tracks were unceremoniously meshed together, wound up and set on a looping forever wheel of mesmerizing irregularity. Distorted just enough that my brain went: Yes, OK! And we left it as it was, to be the junk drone of our heartbeat.
There was a guitar that manifested itself, oozing through the cracks in spaced out reality, vibrating and blooming in my hands. And we opened our mouth, a furious noise blinking in to existence, melding with the hum of the strings. Assaulted by cosmic debris, a distant red light flickered to life. I don't remember hitting record. Or stopping the recording. Or starting it again. Off and on and on and off again. 17 times. Or more. Ancient aural inscriptions etched across the monitor like technicolor razor worms just beneath the surface of a spreading sand. Nodding back and forth on an orbital plane, tripping fantastical light in parallel to the sound, the world shifted. And suddenly, we were drifting out in to the endless vastness of the outer black heavens, where the very stars were swallowed by a hazy nebula of distinctions, distortions, and disorienting dysphoric drone.
We remained here, scraping patterns, drawing the voices of unseen celestial bodies up from a veritable graveyard of nothing. They delighted at breaking free and we danced as one, swaying back and forth in the glow of twitching planetoid limbs, burning against the radiant protestations of a cluster of heaving magnetars. We became the void. The mechanical soul of the forgotten world dropped away and we felt the system seize. She jerked, screaming. And slowly, we felt the pull backward. Downward. Back through the static bliss. Down through the spiral of raw, ravishing radiation. We collapsed against the gravity well of the Earth, the screaming ghosts lashing against our body, forms lapsing with each motion, slowly desyncing and growing out of phase.
Then we were alone, drifting aimless through the stratosphere. Finally, after eons spent in oscillating tunnels of dream vapor, we fell in to a warm sea of silence...
And that is why you now have almost 19 minutes of a mind numbing adventure through aural alien landscapes.
Don't get lost.
Or do.
Your call.
Note: The song's sub-title is a nod to an old post-hardcore/early emo band called Still Life, who have an album, "The Madness and The Gackle," which is fantastic and you should listen to it. (I recommend the track "A Sunset Walk to the Cliff.")
*Harsh static ear devouring screams.*
@octaviankelp Mar 2022
Really cool, reminding me a bit of Acid Mothers Temple for its highness, and epic duration... Great stuff!
@rkeeling75 Feb 2022
Very hypnotic (which I'm assuming you were going for). Well produced and the liner notes paint a vivid picture. Well done.
And welcome to FAWM. Congrats on #14. YOU DID IT.