fantastic! awesome dvelopments...real nice with this calm male operatorlike voice;)

très belle ambiance sur "la dérive des continents"

Making Music 
We can all be sure, Non of us exist

Cloud Collaborations

"AlwaysAndForever" Download album at, https://invisibleriserecords.bandcamp.com/album/alwaysandforever?from=search&search_item_id=2168008471&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=182636118&search_page_no=1&search_rank=2&search_sig=a83b9c0c185428d2ea79ffb5bcc9df2a
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sc5EdclGMEA
Every bee, See them as tears
Every tear falls for three thousand years
Turn the lights on, Black out the sky
Hide the dead, We don't want to die
All the dead, See them as stars
All the stars shine forever more
When the kings dead, Light intervenes
Cold conception crawls inside his queen
Hypnotise me, Take me away
Do it soon, Before you decay
Your hearts a quarry and your mind
Some kind of ghost, Living inside
Even the dust of beautiful things
Means more to me than you ever will
After your gone, Long after your gone
Still partly blinded, The way the light shon

See Them As Stars

I'm in the dark, Watching you watch me
Originally an xrssm song


In The Dark

Always is only forever
"AlwaysAndForever" Download album at, https://invisibleriserecords.bandcamp.com/album/alwaysandforever?from=search&search_item_id=2168008471&search_item_type=a&search_match_part=%3F&search_page_id=182636118&search_page_no=1&search_rank=2&search_sig=a83b9c0c185428d2ea79ffb5bcc9df2a

Twist (Again)

This track is Pangaean Permafaction's is debut release. A taste of things to come.

---- All Our Essence Is ----

The embryo's thin veil is mist.
A sulphurous caul spun by wind,
concealing the raggedness of material division.

The connectedness of a singular heart,
becomes split and braided beating,
within bound septuplets of expectation.

Pulling, pushing and the trembling electrical spasm of compression,
screaming and sleeping all day and all night.
Curiously excited septuplets,
blind septuplets.
At the very least they are incorrigible,
happy and entertained.

Blameless and nameless, how it once was.
Naive perfectness, involution as love,
only hopefulness, evolving as love.

Then, seven new forms' thin veil is cellular;
corporeal threading spun by need,
concealing the bounteousness of the essence.

The hopelessness of an insular heart,
becomes wan, incessant hunger
of bodies adrift in the flood

Collision, abrasion and the pyrrhic expulsion of scorched dust.
Unending feeling through the clean path of memory.
Confused by the not knowing.
Questioning in movement.
As glowing slow ridges extend
to dependable belief

Exhaustless and pilotless, how it must be.
Capricious changefulness, presenting as guile.
Bottomlessness, and destined to glide.

Seven strange wanderers' thin veil is the light.
The simplicity of a circle spun by time,
concealing helplessness, from the gullible.

The destructiveness of the boundary,
besets interminable subduction
straining the fabric of now.

Crushed, ground, melted and melded still mountains rise.
Precious elements lost to the sea;
precipitated, returned to firmament 
abreast the unfathomable selflessness
Of mothers milk.

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Pangaean Permafaction - All Our Essence Is

Bleeding to death together to reach each other. No shadows at all
Lemonade can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/lemonadelove

Lemonade & NumbersInTheDream - Let's Bleed To Sleep Tonight

This generative piece is inspired by the crossing of cultures on the Neolithic trade routes.  In the Bronze Age, blue beads created in Egypt and Mesopotamia were transported to Western Europe.  

The bead pictured is now in the Moesgaard Museum in Denmark.  It was found in a grave dating to about 3400 years ago.

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pytchblend - viaMaris

mIrk 
...a dank, dark visitation
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There's something there.  Something in the background that I can't quite make it out.  It's been there for days, just out of reach. Fleeting and darting. I can't quite focus.  I sense it; following me... an inconsiderate something; Sickening and woeful.

So I wait. I wait resigned, I watch and gulp Looking over my shoulder, looking all around. through slitted eyes, I struggle to make out a form, its form.  There's depth, height and breadth and as I look, take notice, they disperse wide and vanish to nothing.  I see a shadow; an atrocious shadow that slithers along.  I can't see what I feel.  It feels strong.  Face it, I tell myself. Face It. The glimpse of an angry eye, maybe?  A staring pointed eye, a hollow circle that... that is a mouth of decaying teeth?  Thoughts undermine me while I silently curse its haggard loose decaying corrupted form.  It oozes cruel, malicious guilt while I feel an abysmal distress; I am worthlessly pained with disgust.  Hard-hearted and filthy, I weaken.   Like me, it too watches and waits.  Wary and hurtful, it undermines me.  Take me in your arms.  Me and it spinning and twirling through pirouettes.  My gruesome dishevelled call is you.  That wicked dismal breath, frightful and haggard that jealous grave, we are.  We are. We be.

pytchblend - mIrk (a dank, dark visitation)

synths and synths and well, synths really.

bitter dark fun

taptaptap (anticonvulsant)

Some owls are patient hunters, some owls speak.
Owl Yeah sets out to spread the word... https://soundcloud.com/owlyeahofficial/sets/owl-yeah-review-re-imagining

Borrowed words:
-------------------------------------------------
review
before us there have been younger suns
plants and bones, cozy homes, hired for yet another year,

but- tired of waiting- we dug them out:
proofs of death, well-preserved by our very own....

and so we left: roads and borders, restored values,
bit by bit our parental gifts. thats fine, so far,

we loose no more, sacrefying soley to the greater plans, we are:
worth it all for sure.

Younger Suns [Owl's Review]

Steel string sketch punched to a bar of MIDI and this --> http://www.workwithsounds.eu/sound/revolving-theatre-stage-underneath/

Strange, the way things grow.

Right Regress [The Stage Revolving]

Keep a float, you might want a flutter.

Includes material from:
  -->  http://aporee.org/maps/?loc=22459
  -->  http://aporee.org/maps/?loc=6400

Keep A Float

Red Rooms in Subterranean Dwellings is a one­-off radio art presentation lasting 31’30”. It explores myriad nagging uncertainties, as they are revealed to be mundane, yet ripe currency for exchange with ever present fear­mongers. Or alternatively, a place to burn a light, indulging introspection and surreal dreaming as a wellspring for imagination.

This piece is a response to H.G. Wells’ “The Red Room” short story from 1874. Taken simply, it’s a brief gothic test of credulity: to cause a shiver, as a fireside read. But typical of Wells, there is another effort there — interpreting and projecting a rapidly shifting social climate. Wells delivers Fear as a commodity, packaged and constrained by the four walls of his Red Room; promoted by an indentured peerage of brokers. This Fear is materially real,
yet allows for conscientious refusal — by sustained efforts to keep light burning in it's shadow.

The passing century has seen rapid shifts to the present day, where we face a far diminished risk and tangible cause for fear. Conscious endeavour has emphatically explored the unknown, and forcefully pursued uncertainty; ultimately fueling discovery, creativity and progress. Regrettably, those misfortunes which do catastrophically disrupt safety and security are too often tractable to evident, deliberate machinations. Our sense of fear is organic and innate, but our attachment to it, often misdirected.

The narrative and sound design are developed by methods of process and constraint. This facilitates the artists working simultaneously, in physical isolation, to produce convergent expression: a structure of narrative voices braided through spatial timbral and rhythmic layers. There is the impression is of a ‘musical’ piece physically mobile in an extensive unfamiliar world.
The language and instrumental devices can seem familiar, but there is ambiguity and strangeness, reflecting the individually dissociative influence of the generative compositional processes. Shifting dynamics and textures let the listener infer their own fears to the strangeness, or find empathic resolve in the leading, dreamlike narrative.

A rich rhythmic and harmonic palette that references and extends the stylings of contemporary electronic music, exploiting a range of software and hardware tools along with field­-sourced recordings, samples and voice processing. The sound artists responsible frequently work with radical applications of acousmatic and concrete techniques, here moderated, to serve an impression of musical norms, gradually revealing little that concedes to convention.

Pangaean Permafaction - Red Rooms In Subterranean Dwellings

MoonBeatsLoveLoops
Cecilia can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/specialececilia

Moon Beats

Cecilia/numbers in the dream - Moon Beats

As the centre moves we do
Endless reset video- https://odysee.com/@numbersinthedream:4/The-Devil-Inside:8
An interpretation of a poem by Orieliel Watcher. The original poem can be found here, https://soundcloud.com/orieliel-watcher/the-devil-inside 
Orieliel Watcher can be found at, https://soundcloud.com/orieliel-watcher

The Devil Inside

The Devil Inside (interpretation)

Close your eyes
Open your eyes
made by,
openingneedleprogress can be found here, https://soundcloud.com/openingneedleprogress
Orieliel Watcher can be found here, https://soundcloud.com/orieliel-watcher
numbers in the dream is here, right here

The Love From The First Sight

The Love From The First Sight (openingneedleprogress/Orieliel Watcher/numbers in the dream)

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/

Cast in sediments of the last great flood, Pangaean Permafaction stands as a collective of experimental sound artists who may never physically meet.  

Current projects are traversing four points of the globe, between participants in Australia and England:


*A Patch Of Nettles* — a solo sound project from small town New South Wales, Australia, keeping busy adapting field recordings to acousmatic arrangements, constructing electronic instruments and collaborating with strangers. Nettles is regular contributor to the avant garde Disquiet Junto project and is published on Bandcamp and Soundcloud. 


*Pytchblend* —  an English sound artist whose work studies the half-awake moments before the onset of sleep using  AMSR and frisson-inducing spectral manipulation into audio dreamlets. Pytchblend is a regular on RTÉ’s Nova in Ireland, Berlin Community Radio and is published on Bandcamp and Soundcloud and youtube.

*TheNumbersInTheDream* — an English multi-instrumental itinerant sorcerer, wearing a hat of eternal paradox.  At times, he is not real. Other times he creates warmly received echoing melodies shrouded by inscrutable ghost voices. Nick can be found on the Fag Ash Records net label, Soundcloud , youtube and spinning sound on Mixcloud where he inexorably winds new genres in song.

*KeithysDunimselfaMischief* —  an Australian sound artist who poses the question, "does the silence create the sound or does the sound create the silence?"  He finds that the answer is unreservedly, “yes it does”.  He has received regular Australian airplay on RN's Sound Quality , and Bay FM in northern NSW. He enjoys sleeping and is published on Soundcloud. 

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