(Remix of Ask Heroin Sally's 'Unhealthy Habits' EP)

Carnassial Shift

Palazzo's Monstrosity Coil - 'Keeled Visitation Fracture'

If they contemplate the pampa and its corners
they will see the dryness of silence,
the ground without miracle and empty offices,
like the last desert.

And if you look at the pampa and imagine it
in times of the Saltpeter Industry
they will see the woman and the withered stove,
the faceless worker, the sad child.

You will also see the dead hut,
the candle that illuminated their lack,
some calamine walls
and by bed, the sacks and the earth.

They will also see humiliating punishments,
chains with which to torture the worker
for days and for days against the sun;
it doesn't matter if he was dying in the end.

The fault of the worker, many times,
was the haughty pain he displayed.
Impotent rebellion, insolence!
The rich patron's law is sacred law.

They will also see the payment they were given.
They didn't see money, only tokens;
one for each day worked,
and this was exchanged for food.

Beware of buying elsewhere!
There was no way
even if things were cheaper.
The Office had banned it.

The value of the saltpeter token
had gone down over time
but they were still paid the same salary.
For nothing in the world would they receive a raise.

If they contemplate the pampa and its corners
they will see the dryness of silence.
And if you look at the pampas as it was then,
You will feel the regrets shattered.
Cantata de Santa Maria de Iquique
Quilapayu

A WOMAN TRAVELING TO THE CITY

Many people all around the world hear strange sounds emanating from the sky, or from the depths of the ocean, or from deep underground. In many cases these sounds remain unidentified while science still can't provide an explanation for this phenomenon. This album lies somewhere between musical fiction and the reality of field recordings. It runs from unidentified sounds heard in Finland and Canada, to possible sounds of deep water mermaids, and the sounds broadcast by the Andromeda galaxy.

Unknown Sound In Finland

Aktina : instruments and treatments

reworking
https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/eine-kleine-elektronische-meditation

for "Elektronische Meditationen", a project by Marco Lucchi

2020

Aktina & Marco Lucchi - Electronic meditation

Includes a field recording I made at the Derwent Reservoir last year.

Derwent

On The Night From July To August...

Music for vertical trips.

Here's a version featuring Mariam Zohra D : Myrh https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/firebead-somebodybo-myrh

More photos: https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwMKJkg5kN/

On The Night From July To August

Original composition by Henrik Meierkord "Średniowiecze"
https://soundcloud.com/enrikeierkord/sredniowiecze

Reworked, recorded and remixed by Liquid House
Hadean Studio, August 2020

Etching, Francisco de Goya
Tristes Presentimientos de lo que ha de Acontecer

Thank you Henrik !
https://henrikmeierkord.bandcamp.com

Upon the Ashes

Upon the Ashes (with Henrik Meierkord)

2020-09-19

in A Vicious Circle

Based on the piano sheet music for Clemens Christian Poetzsch's Redux version of the song I did a guitar arrangement. 

I went with a double-tapping approach and Drop-A as tuning the get the lower registers as well. I used the Ibanez JSM-10 into the Bluguitar Amp1's clean channel into the BLuguitar Blubox, set on the Stack 1980. I used the Mooer A7 for reverb and the Boss DD-20 for delay, both in the FX-Loop of the Amp1

To add a bit more texture and colour I recorded three tracks of semi-improv/melody on my Vigier with slide. 

Would mean a lot to me if you'd check out my latest release "Fuive, Pt. 2" and Bandcamp and Spotify!

https://saschamuhr.bandcamp.com/album/fuive-part-2
and 
https://open.spotify.com/album/0PRPXmD0LXKl5V6tkYTcgF

Sven Helbig - Schlaflied [Sascha Muhr guitar arrangement]

This is version 2 of 'Untrodden Lead New Pristine', a flow where words and sounds keep separate positions to give room for reflection. 

Music, mixing and production by https://soundcloud.com/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r
Reading and sonopoetry by https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa
Bandcamp https://peninsolar.bandcamp.com/album/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r-ilaria-boffa-untrodden-lead-new-pristine
Vimeo https://vimeo.com/461581122

Excerpt from 'Im Westen Nichts Neues/All Quiet on the Western Front' (Chapter 12) by Erich Maria Remarque

‘Had we returned home in 1916, out of the suffering and the strength of our experiences we might have unleashed a storm. Now if we go back we will be weary, broken, burnt out, rootless, and without hope. We will not be able to find our way anymore.
And men will not understand us – for the generation that grew up before us, though it has passed these years with us already had a home and a calling; now it will return to its old occupations, and the war will be forgotten – and the generation that has grown up after us will be strange to us and push us aside. We will be superfluous even to ourselves, we will grow older, a few will adapt themselves, some others will merely submit, and most will be bewildered; – the years will pass by and in the end we shall fall into ruin.
But perhaps all this that I think is mere melancholy and dismay, which will fly away as the dust, when I stand once again beneath the poplars and listen to the rustling of their leaves. It cannot be that it has gone, the yearning that made our blood unquiet, the unknown, the perplexing, the oncoming things, the thousand faces of the future, the melodies from dreams and from books, the whispers and divinations of women; it cannot be that this has vanished in bombardment, in despair, in brothels.
Here the trees show gay and golden, the berries of the rowan stand red among the leaves, country roads run white out to the skyline, and the canteens hum like beehives with rumours of peace.
I stand up.
I am very quiet. Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me.’

Sonopoem ‘Im Westen Nichts Neues’

All quiet. Niente di nuovo.
Where is the storm, the awe
that yelling at the top
of our lungs, the desperate flight?
Im Westen Nichts Neues, Europa.
Before and after, hidden and heedless.
Consciously superfluous to yourself.

We walk your geology Europa
And nothing is pristine.
What is missing, what thought
what sorrow?
It cannot be that we forgot our intents.
You keep withdrawing.
And I keep talking to myself.

P È N I N Ș O L A R IIaria Boffa Untrodden Lead To New Pristine (v2)

He_lium - A L'ouest De La Planète En Toc

Latest releases :

The Weeping Horns (w&f725mix)
Lyca, the Little Girl Lost
Summer Offering
The Weeping Horns
A Sea of Trees

Available on Bandcamp :
https://liquidhouse.bandcamp.com

Upon the Ashes (with Henrik Meierkord)

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