Broken Air
American underground experimentalist Blake Edwards’ Vertonen rears up on restlessly searching label, Helen Scarsdale Agency with a real one for lovers of grey abstract gunk, from the most radical ends of Graham Lambkin to Joe Colley’s sonic mulch or the latter stages of The Caretaker
In two seamless tracts the 30 year-wide project continues unabated with its dissociative, dislocated style of textural attrition and near EVP-like divination of spectres in the ether. His elemental sounds - sferic buzzes, raw electricity, strangled gurgles, intercepted comms - approximate a fine range of not-pleasant but, certainly transfixing, sensations that one might fleetingly register in the real world, but when condensed and arranged into a “musical” release, take on a much stranger nature.
He sustains the liminal and etheric aspects of the everyday until they become physically tangible, imposing a hypnagogic state where listeners become susceptible to heavy lids and heads keen toward the pillow (aye, you might want to be somewhere comfortable for ingestion), where its surely best to receive the piece’s turns inward to a form of memory compost and bilious doom drone. It’s really not for casual use, but budding hypnotists and those with a mind for exploring or immersion in viscous drone will find themselves falling right under its spell.
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American underground experimentalist Blake Edwards’ Vertonen rears up on restlessly searching label, Helen Scarsdale Agency with a real one for lovers of grey abstract gunk, from the most radical ends of Graham Lambkin to Joe Colley’s sonic mulch or the latter stages of The Caretaker
In two seamless tracts the 30 year-wide project continues unabated with its dissociative, dislocated style of textural attrition and near EVP-like divination of spectres in the ether. His elemental sounds - sferic buzzes, raw electricity, strangled gurgles, intercepted comms - approximate a fine range of not-pleasant but, certainly transfixing, sensations that one might fleetingly register in the real world, but when condensed and arranged into a “musical” release, take on a much stranger nature.
He sustains the liminal and etheric aspects of the everyday until they become physically tangible, imposing a hypnagogic state where listeners become susceptible to heavy lids and heads keen toward the pillow (aye, you might want to be somewhere comfortable for ingestion), where its surely best to receive the piece’s turns inward to a form of memory compost and bilious doom drone. It’s really not for casual use, but budding hypnotists and those with a mind for exploring or immersion in viscous drone will find themselves falling right under its spell.
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American underground experimentalist Blake Edwards’ Vertonen rears up on restlessly searching label, Helen Scarsdale Agency with a real one for lovers of grey abstract gunk, from the most radical ends of Graham Lambkin to Joe Colley’s sonic mulch or the latter stages of The Caretaker
In two seamless tracts the 30 year-wide project continues unabated with its dissociative, dislocated style of textural attrition and near EVP-like divination of spectres in the ether. His elemental sounds - sferic buzzes, raw electricity, strangled gurgles, intercepted comms - approximate a fine range of not-pleasant but, certainly transfixing, sensations that one might fleetingly register in the real world, but when condensed and arranged into a “musical” release, take on a much stranger nature.
He sustains the liminal and etheric aspects of the everyday until they become physically tangible, imposing a hypnagogic state where listeners become susceptible to heavy lids and heads keen toward the pillow (aye, you might want to be somewhere comfortable for ingestion), where its surely best to receive the piece’s turns inward to a form of memory compost and bilious doom drone. It’s really not for casual use, but budding hypnotists and those with a mind for exploring or immersion in viscous drone will find themselves falling right under its spell.
24 bit audio
American underground experimentalist Blake Edwards’ Vertonen rears up on restlessly searching label, Helen Scarsdale Agency with a real one for lovers of grey abstract gunk, from the most radical ends of Graham Lambkin to Joe Colley’s sonic mulch or the latter stages of The Caretaker
In two seamless tracts the 30 year-wide project continues unabated with its dissociative, dislocated style of textural attrition and near EVP-like divination of spectres in the ether. His elemental sounds - sferic buzzes, raw electricity, strangled gurgles, intercepted comms - approximate a fine range of not-pleasant but, certainly transfixing, sensations that one might fleetingly register in the real world, but when condensed and arranged into a “musical” release, take on a much stranger nature.
He sustains the liminal and etheric aspects of the everyday until they become physically tangible, imposing a hypnagogic state where listeners become susceptible to heavy lids and heads keen toward the pillow (aye, you might want to be somewhere comfortable for ingestion), where its surely best to receive the piece’s turns inward to a form of memory compost and bilious doom drone. It’s really not for casual use, but budding hypnotists and those with a mind for exploring or immersion in viscous drone will find themselves falling right under its spell.