lost in a sea of sound

The beauty of budding birth is weighted in unbalanced fashion by death and decomposition. How often is the spawn of life considered compared to countless instances of death surrounding us? Thoughts behind the slap of a mosquito, an almost mindless action killing a predatory tiny insect, to the senseless waste of war, too overwhelming to accurately fathom. This new composition titled Blood Soaked Sand descends in plateau like steps, an aural guide and Sherpa, both directing and carrying emotions to a place we all will visit. To ignore the frailty of all things is missed wisdom in the time we are living. Fortunately Credo In Deum gently grabs the elbow and leads us though the unknown dimension.   Blood Soaked Sand takes listeners through a nexus of sonic shrapnel. Exploding sound fragments finding arrangements like stones across a river, then disappearing into the turbulent medium. Starting withing a broken glass covered threshold on the first track titled Battered Wife Syndrome, listene

Thoughts becoming solidified in a world of dying life. Depth of distance now blanketed and vibrantly prominent. The settling low cover drones across the horizon, a misty layer holding turbulent energy above. Compared to a crisp blue sky with puffy white cumulus towers, the overcast usually carries the perception of being dreary. Sounds are very much like atmospheric conditions. General attitudes holding the same values, droning music dimly flickering with tones in the minor scale, sad and somber. This is like the heavy sky being considered wearisome. As with all things though, beauty is only a condition of the emotions of the participant. Simulacrum is a gorgeous dark ambient composition, but will only appear so when the listener is aptly tuned.  Nital Etch is a project of Kevin Lewis. Thirteen tracks under the weight of societal pressures. The constant forces of emptiness created by indifference, oozing in to sonic form. These selections are far from harsh though, they hold

A life of one hundred years is lived and is summarized by two dates of record. There is difficulty in grasping the fruition of this tremendous lengthy life, not many people live to be one hundred and in older age, thoughts are sometimes not clear. The struggles and complexities rest within the cataloged book ends, a compression of time applied after something is gone. When we think about our own lives, there is often wonder of how many people we have been. The child to young adult, the newlywed and then a parent taking care of parents. Responsibilities both grow and diminish with time. The two dates summarizing a life really only lay fact to how long it was. Tempus of Diminution hovers in these resting existences. Surfacing the mysteries and grandeur of the spirit through sonic swirls and cathedral like majesty.    Cloudsound has been a project by Lee Boyd for almost twenty years. The first release on Fluere Tapes was back in 2014. Simply titled Cloudsound, this composition covers mat

The droning chirps of a plethora of cicada mixed with the ageless voices of kids at play. Both sounds natural and have steadfast merit. Time has compressed this energy, millions of years for insects, and thousands of years for children, now together in this instant. Thoughts of how they connect, something having evolved over millennia with a counterpart so young in it's own evolution. There is really no reason to hold both sources along side each other, no symbiosis in development, only the reason of resting in one place at one time. Light In the Valley by Aster helps lift the consciousness above it's well grounded resting place. In the refreshed elevated state, tactile inputs can be held in stasis, turned and examined, merged together to understand their special properties within the moment. This composition is the spiritual elixir enabling this action. A collection of tracks like swift moving clouds. They frame the skylight as air currents are their constructors. Light In The

The powerful hum of engines at work, tireless and consistent to measures blurred by time. To truly experience this long meditative drone would mean a journey is in process. Listen... there are infinite worlds within these sounds. These realities mirror the infinite worlds opening in each of our consciousnesses. Somewhere deep within this sonic current, a pulse can be heard. A rhythm that permeates the cosmos through the smallest components of the atom. This is the sound of continual energy being compressed and stretched through time. As this energy radiates monumental might, thoughts surf to the highest places, then plummet beneath all we know. Grjòthaugr is a manifestation of aural pathways each listener will discover for themselves. The connection is for each of us alone.   Three lengthy tracks constructed of the most heavy fibers. TROU constructs a dense composition, a drone singularity for select listeners. Sonic fortitude within the darkest reaches and fortunately a high constitut

Jacken Elswyth sent a note about this release being out and wanted to share. As with all of the Betwixt & Between Tapes described on Lost in a Sea of Sound, these transfused folk sounds hold a special place in the listening experience. Jacken takes the traditional and seamlessly blurs experimental. Melodic drone ignited with string picking, these sounds need only time and meditative space.    Seven tracks divided into six scenes, all moments reaching the pinnacle of what many describe as Americana, or some as American-primitive guitar, only on the banjo. This work explores venerated old time musicians such as Hobart Smith, Dock Boggs, Dink Roberts and singer Margaret Barry. There are also Jacken's own scenes traversing all worldly constructs. Thresholds in sound tethered only by acoustic properties.      Interesting in this selection of artists to consider, Dink Roberts lived ninety four years and has only a hand full of recorded songs. Here is a trailer for a documentary abou

This cassette is coiled, waiting to cast a pulsating trance. Ten artists finding similarities in a world of heavy beats and rhythms. Theses tracks promote motion, replicated patterns stirring orbiting electrons, neurons connecting across aural fibers oscillating in cadence. A cosmos filled with lurking singularities, sonic travels disappearing with gravity's unseen might. Nebula Aranea #01 holding sticky strands of regal resonance deep within the galactic mist. Intensity burning with creative radiance from start to finish. The combination of talent included on Nebula Aranea #01 is a special collection. The difficulty in making a various artist album glow with fluidity has been easily assuaged. The first four tracks by Clarence Rise , Letherique , 2methyl and Drvg Cvltvre are like a meteor storm pummeling the outer atmosphere. There is not let up, disintegrating mass burning with massive releases of energy. A cosmic rainstorm with sonic droplets pounding the conscious into medit

A radio dial searching for rhythm, turned by a delicate hand and scrutinizing ear, listening for pure beats. The sounds crackle and burn, static tuning in with a purpose the source only knows. Finally a connection is made, satisfaction in establishing a frequency groove, joy in knowing there is a source and it is attainable. A slow motion dive into the world of Nandele Maguni. Distant sounds permeating the waters surface to meet you even before leaving the ground. Like walking to the edge of a forest, life within echoing out, adding to the mysteries calling from the canopied darkness. Rhythms beckon for exploration, providing flickering torch lit warmth to the source of sonic festivities.   Plafonddeinst reaches through the atmosphere, both time and distance dissolving before the tentacle of Nandele Maguni's consciousness. This composition spans nine long tracks but plays as one fantastic journey. Mystic drone and static parting for raw cadence, beats pulled from the aural continuu