Glory

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KEY III

Imaginary North is delighted to share this unique and stunning collaboration between Germany's Blear Moon and Brazil's Carlos Ferreira. Geomancy features five tracks that utilize the analogue textures of cassette to their fullest effect, with the hiss, dropouts, and imperfections becoming essential components of already immersive pieces.
-Daniel Field


From the artists:


"Geomancy" is a journey through the depths of sound, inviting listeners to immerse themselves in a world of texture and atmosphere. This collection of longform compositions explores the interplay of electronic sound manipulations and electric guitar textures, all meticulously processed through cassette tape to evoke a sense of warmth and nostalgia.

Each track is a deep listening experience, designed to create a meditative space where time dissolves and the boundaries between sound and silence blur. The album invites you to engage with the sonic landscape, exploring the subtleties of each layered tone and rhythm.

Listeners are encouraged to experience "Geomancy" in a quiet space, allowing the soundscapes to envelop them. Each composition is crafted to facilitate deep listening, making it perfect for meditative practices, relaxation, or simply losing oneself in the layers of sound.

released November 15, 2024

Written and produced by Blear Moon & Carlos Ferreira

Blear Moon: computer processing
Carlos Ferreira: electric guitar; MIDI generator; tape manipulation

Mastered in cassette tape by Carlos Ferreira
Album art by Mitch Burke

Blear Moon and Carlos Ferreira - Magisteries of Gold and Immortality

Collective Resonance pt.IV.

Continued...

The Lighthouse was a deep-space station made up of huge, linked structures and located about ten billion kilometres from Earth. As a result of wars and economic collapse it serviced fewer ships than it had been designed for, so few these days that most of its two-hundred strong crew were kept comatose in several deep sleep facilities. They were revived periodically, ostensibly in order to check systems and maintain physical condition, but more important was the prevention of deep psychosis that could occur during extended coma-sleep. The whole crew was only woken when a ship was due to arrive.

The section of the vast structure that Jamilah and Rob needed to reach was one that held several crew quarters and the huge, humming structure that housed the systems and servers that made up CyDar. Spinning slowly to create life-giving gravity, the structure was honeycombed by a series of mag-lev platforms that transported them to the designated area of damage in just under five minutes. The door was secure and the view through the doorscreen showed nothing.

“Cydar, please pressurise sections forty-three A through forty-three D.”

There was a long pause.

“I am unable to comply, Captain Hurford. That section is offline.”

They cut their comms and made faceplate contact.

“What the hell, Rob? How much damage would that take? We’d see something, surely?”

“Maybe. CyDar would have responded differently. She’s being deliberately vague, buying time perhaps. Let’s go in.”

They entered the suspect section, sealing the door behind them. To their left was a long row of general storage bays, built onto the interior wall of the hull. They had only travelled about forty metres along the corridor when the reason for the damage report became apparent. The door to area forty-three nineteen was warped, scorched and hanging from one hinge.

“CyDar, you seeing this?”

“Affirmative, Captain McCullen. It appears to have been burst open from the inside. There is apparent heat damage. Not a meteorite, that would have penetrated further.”

“Agreed. It would probably have gone right through the station.”

They reached the door and looked into the bay. A blackened, scored tubular object about two metres long was buried in the deck at an angle. A ring of extendable spokes had stopped it penetrating any further, bending the plates into a shallow crater. Half way up, a section of the tube was hanging open.

Jamilah pointed up, past the tube.

“Look at that. It punched through the hull and then stopped dead. Definitely not space debris.”

“No, it’s some sort of drone. Not one I’ve seen before, either. And it had a cargo.”

“An armed passenger, by the look of that door.” She inspected the tube interior and the floor below it. “There appear to be connecting points inside… No organic matter anywhere. I think it must be robotic.”

“CyDar, some form of AI has invaded The Lighthouse. We are unsure of its nature, but it may be capable of deadly force.” There was silence. “CyDar, can you hear me?”

“I have located the intruder, Captains.” There was a long pause. “It has invaded my central core. It is with me.” 


to be continued......

(c) iamacamera 2022

Image: Lexica.art

Incident On Deck Forty-Three: Part 2

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Distant Spark

Another rework of a track by https://soundcloud.com/parestki   layering several field recordings

Pareštki & BAK - belly-full machines Pt. 2

Recorded and produced 
 by greyshoes#music-berlin.
07/2025//12/2025.

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Artwork by P. Werzlau.
Of Pennant Men And Fairies (detail) 
Mixed media glued, 102.0 x 79.0 cm,
1999

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Pareštki & BAK - belly-full machines Pt. 2

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