Food, sex, glory to God; in which order? Do you first eat, and then pray to thank Them? Or perhaps coupling takes the top spot for you.

Each of these three fundamentals is about service. What is your way of serving others while you’re in this world? And will we keep doing it ever after? In heaven—if we’ll make it there—will W serve us their mass of resonating frequencies and clipping digital ornaments?

A new release by W is here to go alongside our feasts, orgies, and other acts of devotion. Yes, it’s suited for all kinds of services. You must try it on fried fish, living bodies, or celestial ones.

From right to left and back again from left to right; W spins the middle frequencies into a ritual that helps us to forget ourselves. For a while, heaven and earth exist on the horizon, instead of the vertical.

The sonic horizon reminds us of the beauty of the plain from which nothing arises to compete with God. What's more, the panning offers an exercise in humility: everything is around you, but you’re not the center.

The distorting of those sweet basslines tells you that what you’re hearing is growth and rot, crop and compost, both at the same instance. The distortion invites you to go medieval—think Ars moriendi, the art of dying. Learn from these sounds by reflecting on how they’re ready—but not willing—to leave this plane at any moment.

The sounds that make up Maanpinna follow neither a linear understanding of time, nor a hierarchical understanding of bodies, but an instantaneous one of both. You could call it quantum music, but then why would you do so when you can call it a service?

Of the three acts of services mentioned, sex and God demand the most trust. Can you trust these sounds? You could learn to do so by listening to them on repeat. No: forget the idea of being able to know music, forget beginnings and ends; try living with these sounds forever, always unearthing new aspects.

Commit to the sounds, because why else would they trust you? Touch the wobbly melodies and feel them touching you like nothing has ever done before.

Apart from the sea of sine waves, Maanpinna sometimes gives you bursts, pops, and washes of filtered white noise. They are gestures of good faith made by the music itself towards you. If you didn't trust the sounds before, perhaps now you will.

Those bursts are not pure noise, but cut down to a serving size by W. The modified noise tells you what the dead always tell the living: ‘What I am, you will become.’ The art, in life and audio, is in learning to lose. It’s a lesson that reverberates deep in the bare soundscape of Maanpinna.

It is music made from very few elements. And while reduction has always formed the basis for aural worship, on the hands of W, sounds are never reduced to the level of blasphemy: there's always the noise and the distortion.

- Kaino Wennerstrand

Produced by Eero Pulkkinen (@susiovet).
Mastering by Jaakko Viitalähde.
Artwork by Carmine Laurenza.
AFN005 - A Flooded Need, 2021.

Maanpinna

W - Un I

No subtitles are available for these sounds.
I do not have the correct change for the machine.
Thats not a queue, Its a procession,
https://fagashrecords.bandcamp.com/

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¡¡ ESPONTÁNEOS FURCIOS SÓNICOS GOZOSOS DE LA JUERGA EN EL FLUJO PLASMÁTICO DE LA PORCA MISERIA CATÓDICO-ESPECTRAL !!

1. atrofia provocada por el abuso de refinadas máquinas electrónicas que evitan todo esfuerzo humano.
2. probabilidad de charlatanes microcerebrales.
3. míseras autorrealizaciones infecciosas.
4. genoma amordazado por el alma artificial.
5. dar la vida por pavadas.
6. desde que el mundo no existe.
7. toda muralla es en doble sentido.
8. empecé a amarla en órbita.


EST. 2019 
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