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https://soundcloud.com/adum_brate - Dang
from "Last Days in a Lonely Place" (QNR045)
released 20th December 2021
DOWNLOAD: https://www.mediafire.com/file/6mhyvbeb8co15uk/Adum_Brate_-_Last_Days_in_a_Lonely_Place_%2528QNR045%2529.zip/file

Last Days in a Lonely Place

QNR045 (↓↓↓)

Adum Brate - Dang

Holding the tension of opposites is a theme running throughout the work of Angelo Harmsworth, and the six pieces comprising Vent are certainly no exception. Inspired by the different and oftentimes clashing forces comprising our weather systems, the New Mexico-born but now Berlin-based musician and producer envisioned his “compositions as micro-ecologies,” wherein “powerful waves push off one another.” The patterns emerging from this captivating music represent some of Harmsworth’s most complex to date. Swells of foreboding frequencies and jarring maximalist textures may bear down on listeners, yet an undercurrent of bliss–so deeply submerged it borders on the subliminal–manages to infuse even the most tumultuous moments of Vent with a calming groundedness.


And also like the climate, especially in the age of the Anthropocene, this cassette unfolds in ways that are profoundly unpredictable. An artist known for his ability to span the divides separating underground noise, sound design, ambient and industrial, Harmsworth ensures that each successive piece makes a radical break from what preceded it. This quality becomes particularly apparent when contrasting sides. The nearly harsh-noise, distortion-charged moments punctuating Side A are nowhere to be found on Side B, which reveals moments of vast, spectral beauty that reflect his roots in the desert landscapes of the American Southwest.


Of course, this kind of sonic breadth only comes with experience, of which Harmsworth has plenty. Steadily recording and releasing experimental music since the early 2010s, he has worked with some of the sub-underground’s stand-out imprints, including Angoisse, Bathetic Records, Total Black, and Opal Tapes. Placed in the context of his impressive catalog, Vent can be seen as both a continuation of what came before and a bold new development.



Angelo Harmsworth is a musician & sound artist whose works tends to fluctuate between austerity and decadence. Currently based in Germany, he has been published by a network of experimental labels in addition to his own imprint, Lime Lodge.

releases July 26, 2022

Recorded by Angelo Harmsworth
Audio finalized by Glyn Maier
Artwork by Angelo Harmsworth
Design by RJM Vanderheyden
Text by Justin Farrar

VENT

ENXPL15- ANGELO HARMSWORTH - A1. AEROSOL

Collecting Keys (demo)

cautela en ingles

bend

AKWARD w/ Exhausted Environment - 03/05/2024

sunny bb live @ bird cage comics cafe 5/14

''Unfortunately, this is all regret''  It speaks of regret, obsession with unrequited love, the feeling of emptiness when there's no one but yourself. Enjoy

Bottle boy

Les arbres nus sous le ciel gris
Le vent qui souffle comme un cri
Les chemins blancs de neige couverts
C'est hiver déjà sur notre terre

Mon souffle se glace dans l'air froid
La lune veille sur les bois gelés
Les étoiles scintillent dans le lointain
C'est hiver déjà au petit matin

C'est l'hiver qui vient sans prévenir
Un frisson doux rempli de souvenirs
Les jours sont courts la nuit s'étire
C'est hiver déjà au fond de nos rires

On marche lentement sous les flocons
Les heures s'effacent comme des chansons
Les lumières brillent aux fenêtres là-bas
C'est hiver déjà autour de nos pas

Mais le froid ne touche pas le cœur
L'amour réchauffe même le noir dehors
Un feu crépite dans l'âtre secret
C'est hiver déjà rempli de reflets

C'est l'hiver qui vient sans prévenir
Un frisson doux rempli de souvenirs
Les jours sont courts la nuit s'étire
C'est hiver déjà au fond de nos rires

C'est hiver déjà - Plan b

I carried two worlds beneath my ribs
Born from the storm and the quiet within
One rose like midnight pressed into skin
One came like morning... breaking in
You were never meant for small lives, my sons
You were born from the witch... that the world named “undone”

Sons of Night and Day, hear me when I say:
I carved your names in stone, I carved your names in flame
Walk with the shadow, walk with the sun
You are both my blessing... and my weapon
Sons of Night and Day—
No curse can take you away.

Dark-eyed child with the forest-soul gaze
Quiet as thunder before it breaks
You move like a secret the world forgot
A storm choosing where it will strike or not
Omen boy, you hold the dark like a crown
Wild thing... no fear can drag you down.

Take strength from the silence, my son— I am near.

Blue-eyed child with the wildfire laugh
Light so bright it cuts the night in half
You shine like a promise the darkness fears
Dawn-boy rising through the years
Golden spark, you hold the sun like a blade
Warm thing... your glow will never fade.

Carry hope in your hands, my son— I am near.


Полночка, полночка… спи, мой тёмный зверь
(Midnight, sleep, my dark little beast)
Тени идут кругом — я им приказываю: верь
Солнышко белое… спи, мой светлый сын
(Little white sun… sleep, my bright-born child)
Я заберу твой страх, я унесу его в дым
Баю-бай, кровиночки… мать-ведьма стережёт
Кто вас коснётся — тот землю не найдёт!
(Whoever touches you... will find no ground!)

Sons of Night and Day, rise and take your place:
Shadow at your back, sunlight on your face
Walk with the darkness, walk with the dawn—
You are both my power carried on
Sons of Night and Day—
My love will never break
My magic lights your way.

Night for the elder…
Day for the younger…
Both born of a witch
No fear could ever conquer.
Sleep now.
Grow fierce.
Be remembered.

My Sons

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Collecting Keys (demo)

Deuén