a mixtape to carry you in the late hours in those liminal spaces where light fades but doesn’t disappear.

field notes from the blue hour

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Ah, a sonic journey through a fetid bog, a place where the very air hangs thick with the stench of decay, and the waters ripple with unseen terrors beneath. To embark on such an auditory odyssey would be to traverse realms both terrestrial and cosmic, where time itself warps in the heavy, damp embrace of nature’s most primal, eldritch haunt.

The journey begins with low, guttural drones—a chorus of distant, throbbing vibrations emanating from the depths of the bog, as if the earth itself groans under the weight of ancient things buried beneath. The first hour is a slow, creeping immersion into the environment: squelching, organic sounds of thick mud underfoot, the occasional splash of something unseen breaching the water’s surface, perhaps to glimpse the trespasser into its forgotten domain.

As you progress further, the second hour grows more unsettling. The sounds shift subtly, intertwining with an otherworldly pulse, as if the bog itself has become a living entity, aware of your presence. The chirping of insects becomes rhythmic, ritualistic—a dark and alien symphony. Wind whistles through dead trees like the whispers of long-dead voices, beckoning, warning. Faint echoes of chimes drift in from an unknown source, too unnatural to belong to this world.

By the third hour, you’ve entered a place that feels no longer of this earth. The sounds are distorted, dissonant, and eerie—like the howling of distant planets or the murmurs of beings beyond comprehension. Deep, resonant tones rise and fall like the breath of a vast, sleeping creature hidden beneath the bog's black waters. A growing tension pulses in the air, as if something is watching, waiting for you to cross some invisible threshold where mortal comprehension ends and madness begins.

And then—sudden silence. The journey concludes as it began, with nothing but the faintest trace of sound on the periphery of your hearing. You have been changed by what you have heard, touched by something ancient, unknowable.

Would you dare to listen, knowing that what you find in those depths may forever haunt your mind?

Lost in the Bog

Cremation of care is a bimonthly show on @lyl_radio !

This special episode is named 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗝𝗮𝘇𝘇 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯, a dark jazz and uncanny downtempo experience. Find inside murky ambiances and smoky atmospheres beatmatching with autumn psychedelia 🍂  

Artwork by @_97relics (insta)

Cremation of Care #17 - 𝗣𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗝𝗮𝘇𝘇 𝗦𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗹𝘂𝗯

THE_BLACK_HOLE: Bård x Amar

Whether under his Dream Weapons or Fantastikoi Hxoi aliases or more his more extensive output as https://soundcloud.com/anatolianweapons, Aggelos’ output is one to get lost in, where each project feels like a conversation between worlds that don’t usually meet. With Anatolian Weapons, that conversation comes into sharper focus: what began as an experiment in bridging the sharper edges of EBM and krautrock with the circular, percussive energy of Greek folk music has turned into a fully formed and consistent thread through his output of EPs and albums.

His first full-length as Anatolian Weapons arrived via the legendary Tim Sweeney’s Beats In Space label back in 2019 - a move that pulled ancient melodies into unfamiliar territory and a statement piece at the time. Fast forward to 2024’s Beyond, and that sense of push and pull is still present, only now with more intent and confidence. It’s music that leans into repetition and rhythm without losing sight of where it came from.

Aggelos’ isolatedmix feels like a natural continuation. There’s no strict mood or genre at play, but rather a slow reveal, drawing on the same tensions and textures that have defined Baltas’ path so far. It’s a pleasure to have him contribute with such a dreamy trip through the many facets of his influences.

More info

isolatedmix 130 - Anatolian Weapons

auralogic - field notes from the blue hour (side b)

auralogic - field notes from the blue hour (side a)

Matt Emery is a pianist, composer and string arranger based in London and Surrey whose music spans across modern classical to minimalism and ambient. His debut album Empire has just been released on Injazero Records and see's Emery pull his haunting compositions into a long-player that boasts a coherent mood and sound. Emery has given us this months FatCat podcast, full to the brim with contemporary ambient and classical music that's perfect for the changing of seasons. 

Track list:
Neil Cowley Trio - The City and the Stars(Reimagined) (0:00)
Peter Gregson - Space (2:53)
Dancing Years - 0040 (Rework of Ólafur Arnalds) (7:47)
Matt Emery - Empire (11:47)
Martin Grech - March Of The Lonely (15:29)
Mike Lazarev - Sunday (21:17) 
Allred & Broderick - Four Aspens (24:24)
Rhiannon Bannenberg - For Stormboy (26:32)
Steve Gibbs - Patterns (28:02)
Huger - Horn (32:30)
Garreth Broke - Murmuration (36:48)
Nick Urata - In My Hands (38:52)
Huma - Clouds (41:28)
Michael Price - A Bridge (45:24)
Matt Emery - Mavericks (48:28)
Ursine Vulpine feat Matt Finney - Prague / Scared Of Lonely (White Sea & Beyoncé cover) (49:53)
Daigo Hanada - Fragment Part 1 (52:21)
Ed Carlsen - Spring (54:17) 
Melissa Parmenta - Stockholm (57:38)
LTO - Rise (59:58)
Sophie Hutchings - (Unititled) (1:06:24)
Lambert - The Ship (1:07:54)

Fat Cat Mixtape

Matt Emery - Mixtape - FatCat Records - September 2017

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