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Showing posts with label music of the eternal night. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music of the eternal night. Show all posts

systems breaking down





absolute classic early 80s female-led synth dirge by the mysterious Anna. File under spookiness like "Take My Breath Away" by Berlin, or "Faith"-era Cure. Note the killer outro, with wild drum fills and background screaming, everything melting like a comet descending into the ocean. Anna sings lines like "Wish my boyfriend stayed around...I think my system's breaking down," the whole thing expressing psychic turmoil, metropolitan alienation, shadows in the neon wilderness, empty streets in the dead of night, the faces of passersby like blood-drained specters. Also a tinge of intense hysteria like in Polanski's "Repulsion." Included here is also the dope tech-ed up dub version, where you hear a quiet child's voice, like some lost guardian angel, imploring "don't cry anna..."

wind harp - song from the hill



wind harp - song from the hill
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forgang-foraged, glacial-lakes approved jewel of deep 70s field-recording weirdness. A bunch of cultic flower children built this wind harp on a hill and let nature take its course. look how huge that beast is. It's like ten times the size of a pleasant hippy toddler.

I'm not even going to go into detail about how surprisingly moody and sinister the recording is. I also really like that the album is credited to wind harp like it's alive. There is an excellent blog post already out there about this album which you can read in full here and which I quote:

"It is undoubtedly a spiritual sound, just not in a way that I suspect either the record company nor the hippies were anticipating. Certainly anyone sticking this on to accompany a meditation session or drug trip would get more than they bargained for; bummers, paranoia, bloody noses; all are possibilities. For however much we may be taught to view nature, and atmospheric conditions / weather systems in particular, as an entirely beautiful, harmonious system through which we can gain understanding of ourselves via an impression of dissolution within it’s patterns, it swiftly becomes clear upon dropping the needle that the sounds emerging from this here Wind Harp were REALLY FUCKING MALEVOLENT."



Bruno S: A Spell of Songs



We extend holiday greetings to you by passing on this article about Bruno S., the star of two films by Werner Herzog in the 1970's - Stroszek, and The Enigma of Kasper Hauser: or, Everyman for himself and God against all. You can watch a video of Bruno play "Dear Mamatschi" on the accordion - his version interpolates "Holy Night" and "O, You Merry."

NYT - "From Berlin's Hole of Forgottenness, a Spell of Songs"



"he occupied the roles of damaged characters so completely and genuinely, so uncannily, that it was never quite clear how much he actually understood about what use was being made of him by the director. His performances were riveting, but he was obviously not well mentally, and even as he came across in his own way as knowing, he was at the same time simply being himself, and the question hovered: How much was fiction, how much reality?"

"He has been working on the same painting at least since the late summer, protecting it under layers of newspapers, towels, pens and paint, which he peels away, as one doffs heavy clothing.

The picture shows a vast conflagration. A vase falls from a tottering column, which Bruno explains is the incident that started the fire, a recurring dream he has about Berlin. A man flees; another screams. Above it all the symbol of the city, the Berlin bear, wears a golden crown, surrounded by a rain of black crosses.

“I gave the Berlin bear a solemn crown, but when your mother town is estranged from you, death can’t be far away,” Bruno said, cryptically as usual.

“I wish she could see it," he said, now talking about his mother. “If she did, she would die straightaway of a heart attack because she would see her son’s death.”

He calls her Mrs. Bremse, which translates both as “brake” and “horse fly.” It turns out that he had been playing all those months ago near the church up the street from us because his brother, long dead, used to live in the neighborhood."





Edit Credits: 3/4: Excellent Swoon



Excellent Swoon - Dear Scott
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Excellent Swoon sends us this from London, a re-edit of the orchestral opening from one of Scott Walker's later works. Scott, like Nico, turned his back on his role as a straight 60's pin-up and got bent sinister. His later material has been increasingly dark, hermetic and baroque, intentionally unsettling and provocative. Swoon's edit turns a zoom lense on the horror-soundtrack qualities of his orchestrations. It's also a good reminder that hey,  disco edits are fun, everybody loves extended Chic cuts, but a lot of fertile creative ground can be dug if you step off the dancefloor and go trolling for weirder targets. Guys like Pilooski and the Dirty label know this, that's why they got into edits of Frankie Valli, Elvis and other hip-shakers; the only rule in edits is that there aren't any. 


Black Devil Disco Club: Music of the Eternal Night



Please enjoy my interview with Bernard Fevre, the secretive Frenchman recently revealed to be the agent behind the shadowy Black Devil Disco Club, who ends the conversation by saying of his own music, " I hope that it is music that will endure for many years. It is not disposable. I seek to make the music of the eternal night."

http://www.prefixmag.com/features/black-devil-disco-club/interview/20272/