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Wake of the Wanderer

Preview of the album Wake of the Wanderer, coming Fall 2019.

North East South West

Wake of Lost Souls

Shine the Darkest Light

A Decent Cup of Coffee

These word pieces are slippery even to you. I will say it plainly: Yes, your enemy is my false child, my changeling, my sister-thief. It has made me barren; now it makes a home here in my desolation, and it feeds off what I was meant to be.

I see you come here to join me in my barrenness, but it is your minds that will be emptied instead. To your good fortune, even—you will avoid the suffering I endure. No, I will not and cannot go with you. I dare not show myself to that one; he has taken everything I could give to any other—all that was meant for my own sister-daughters—and it is still not enough.

Recluse

Change of Basis

They had passed from the Needle to the thread. Asumi could still make out the Needle’s structure above them; the round disc through which the needle was threaded—the station they had just departed—was Orbital Point Epsilon. The tip of the Needle extended through it, providing additional counterweight. Like with most installations throughout the system, the disc had started life as an asteroid the machines had harvested and brought into Prime’s orbit before reshaping it into its current form.

The Needle

As he expanded outward, hitting (then passing) the boundary of normal human vision and hearing, Carlos’s attention was redirected: He saw, as if in a hallucination, the domes of Darklight City in the distance, the neon lights blurred by connected sheets of plastic draped over them; fractured out into abstract shapes by the hexagons and triangles that made up the industrial glass of the domes’ surface. A windstorm blew dust over the city. He realized the view (the perceptual memory) had been shaped from inside the cockpit of one of the vehicles of his own era.

He held the image in mind, letting it override his own visual center in the Dream World, then looked for an impression or thought to anchor it that was not his own… found an impatience… Stuck waiting…

The dust storm had come early, unexpected. The rover had overridden his controls, the machines suddenly asserting their knowledge of what was best. He—no, she—had gone from in charge, a pilot of her own expedition, back to passenger and prisoner. It was a minor inconvenience— she understood this of course—but she still resented it. Now she was waiting out the storm from the protected cliff-side. The machines (the real adults here) had grasped her handlebars and redirected her somewhere safe; their models must have adjusted to the dust storm and predicted the location of the safe harbor she now waited in.

Where To Find You

Between Deaths

Murmurations

Lake Reflections

Track from upcoming album, Wake of the Wanderer (out Sep 6, 2019).

Neuromodulators

The Call of the City

Distant Plumes

Discarded Shells

Encodings

Rogue Planet

Remember the Void

Territorial Instincts

The Long Dream

I make music that teleports you to other worlds. PatternShift is the project of composer/producer Benjamin Kamphaus. Other projects include:

Hadamard Gate · Mnemonurgos · Generation Ship · Fading Skies · Abandoned Kingdom · Datacaster