forehand or five-hand?

this track is taken from my pay-what-thou-wilt album called Bloodlines https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/bloodlines

vox via librivox.org/the-island-of-dr-moreau-by-hg-wells

pytchblend - foreHand

φλόξ (flux) is part of my etherCore series - it's about trying to make sense of the half-awake time between sleeping and dreaming; the same kind of semi-consciousness that follows hospital-induced anaesthesia.
This series attempts to examine whispering and physical reactions to it, such as the controversial autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR).

Please use headphones

pytchblend - φλόξ (aka flux)

transLiterate is part of my etherCore series -  it's about trying to make sense of the half-awake time between sleeping and dreaming; the same kind of semi-consciousness that follows hospital-induced anesthesia.
This series attempts to examine whispering and physical reactions to it, such as the controversial autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR).

Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

This track starts late at night following discharge from the city hospital after an operation.  Still fuzzy-headed, language strains to be understood above the hubbub.  The man and a woman follow each other out and away through the fields and eventually fall into each others arms, confused but rescued.



Come back to that place with sirens signalling like scattered birds; sceptical, wrapped.

Tranquillizer knees buckle hours before.

Step back.  She listened when he finished.

More shock.  He let loose a breath and turned off the lights.  Night had fallen.

Theoretically I might have done, theoretically.

Obligation tweed jacket, leather gloves.

Figure out what he didn’t worry about.
Coming to my rescue; probably both.

Surprise, play a role.  

I couldn’t distract him, temporarily smitten.

Preordained forever eyes met.  Froze and vanished – trial and error, perched alone on the staircase, waited a beat wagging her finger at him.

The nod gave no solace in her voice.  Defensive tones shook his head.  Open with his fingers cupped in his hands, his arm draped around.  Enormous smiles.

A moment so intimate it was plain inside.

Potentially naïve.

pytchblend - transLiterate

Rousing from the nightmare, I turn my closed eyes to see.  Two owl-like hollow eyes or maybe my blind spot playing tricks? Back under the blanket.  Alone.

inIsolation is part of my etherCore series - it's about trying to make sense of the half-awake time between sleeping and dreaming; the same kind of semi-consciousness that follows hospital-induced anesthesia.
This series attempts to examine whispering and physical reactions to it, such as the controversial autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR).

Please leave a comment.  Ceteris paribus.

pytchblend - inIsolation

longDistance is part of my etherCore series.  As per usual, headphones are required.

Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

"The phone began to ring, a foreign village on the far side of the world. 'Stupid woman', he said -- the language had a sort of authority, 
It pleased him about telling me, half-by blood hands.
He stressed the photograph on the wall, cartoon-like in his mind then kissed her velvet-soft red lips stretched with enthusiasm hard and dry."

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pytchblend - longDistance

noGrip (Intermède) is part of my etherCore series. As per usual, headphones are required.

Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

pytchblend - noGrip (intermède)

lOne is part of my etherCore series.  Please leave a comment. 


Taken from the Doxa album: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

His hand was hard and dry, and with a sort of innocent enthusiasm, her red mouth stretched. Jolly well.
The handle of his sheath knife.  Whacked, doped.
With a mouthful of saliva, he put down his coffee. Drunk; shouting and cursing.  A long experience.
‘Someone will make trouble; I would have made trouble.’
Was it time to change the subject?  
Being unhappy, the warmth of being right.
Wide.
She switched on the phone, shook her head.

It might as well been a different planet, walking towards the gate, she frowned.  Was she hungry?  ‘Perhaps we should go.’  The telephone rang.
She drank and began to cry; dangerous.
On the door, poisoned even, the hiss of an individual breath, miles away. A dangerous business; he stopped breathing.  List the tasks.
Sitting by the window, you love him.

A shadow on your face.
‘You should go.’
His voice was soft, tentative, (well brought up), and this British girl with her honourable scars; her face might have softened, but that was off-limits, it was quiet, horribly quiet.  Caught his eye.
‘Careful with yourself.’

He doubled up.  Her skirt was splashed with fresh blood, the air was dirty.
‘Be careful, take your shoes off.  Truth or self-delusion, your eyes are unreadable.  Wanted to see you.’
He picked up the receiver, the wooden face; it was too dangerous. Big shining, a cloth black face, and the black grease, the black grease and the yellow ochre, he passed out.  And the telephone rang.

His face turned slack with horror.  He felt the pressure.
Despite her protest, the telephone twittered in his pocket and the yellow glare.
His feet seemed to vanish.

‘Turn the radio off, get out of the way.’
It was the beginnings of confidence, and swiftly down the stairs, realising with a shrinking heart that he'd forgotten about the telephone, the salty wind, the incoherent mass and inside came the odd moaning.  A huge grey wave of a spidery black figure lost it tremor and went completely quiet.  And leaning against the windows for support he could feel the warmth of her beside him.

We're trying not to drown in the ugly noises.  And the luminous noise, the huge numbing pain he tried to shout.
‘Please!  Nothing to do with blood.’
‘It could be good to have somebody waiting for you.’
She scrutinized his face.
‘Where were you?’

One drop of blood.
There was a short silence.  Facing an uphill struggle, questions about his decision, it was too deeply instilled.  I stepped forwards, I pulled together the stands, still half hoping. I had a fleeting memory of a long time ago, a sound of footsteps in the hall, and I glanced from on to the other... 

pytchblend - lOne (αφελώς)

A watery etherCore tale, please leave a comment.
Vocal on last two verses courtesy of Éanna Butler @YaWha

Languid she lay, on the kelp now a drying.
Ashore on the sandbank, her fate there was waiting.
Once soft salty-scales, now brittle and weathered,
Sintered dry eyes, half-closed and tethered.
Where dost thou go for escape.

The sunset, the glimmer, a long-ago time,
salt-bleached and wanting, her aspect sublime.
Shriveled and wrinkled from the rip of the wave,
no solace there, as her pale lips did fade.
Where dost thou go for escape.

Through tears on the sand, she awoke; his arrival.
They spoke with their minds, of their love, it's survival
Of past times explaining the flow of the whole,
did her voice without words stressing feelings of woe.
For her there was no escape.

In sacking he wrapped her, sea water he pored,
carried the bundle from shipwreck to shore.
Her begging demeanor pulled him tight with care,
she breathing no gasps of the fresh cool clean air.
Where do they go for escape.

An aspect of wonder her eyes did relate,
a tale of the deep seas, of troubles and hate.
She told of the reef and the seamen who drowned,
of how they became cursed by the charm of her sound.
For them there was no escape.

The waves that were summoned tipped ships and their crew,
down to the depths of the dark blacky-blue.
Where huge pearls are kept by the king of the water,
the sailor he swam to the kings only daughter.
For them there was no escape.

The palace, he entered in search of his prize,
courtiers awaiting, all turned their dark eyes.
The mermaid for marriage, her hand he did crave,
the dowry his soul and a watery grave.
For her there was no escape.

The mermaid imprisoned, she quietly wept,
asleep on the sand, his heart still and kept.
She wanted to take him far from the sea,
yet in her bright heart it wasn't to be.
Where do they go for escape, their escape.

Stocktaking his future, the sea out of reach,
she now walks on two legs, so dry was the beach.
Salt water avoided, her tail won't awaken, 
He has her to hold, the Sea king's forsaken.
They'd found their perfect escape.

pytchblend - ephemeralGold (ft. Yawha)

piano et voix de synthèse.  veuillez laisser un commentaire.

version vidéo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDdmLpEqBaU

pytchblend - tripianoNaïveté (flebile)- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDdmLpEqBaU

Pytchblend - DNA⊥AИⱭ (DNALand) - assembled as a palindrome, my comment on our god-like powers in gene manipulation.   Please leave a comment.

Are we not drawn onward to new era, we few?
Don't nod.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Evil I did dwell, lewd did I live.
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
Don't nod.
We few, are we not drawn onward to new era?
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In Mar-2016 Scientists at the Venter Institute and Synthetic Genomics.designed and constructed the world's first synthetic lifeform  "Mycoplasma Laboratorium".  This minimal  bacterial cell (JCVI-syn3.0) contained just 473 genes...   The cell had four hidden watermarks: 
* Html script which read to a browser as text congratulates the decoder with an email link (mroqstiz@jcvi.org) to click to prove the decoding.
* A list of authors and a quote from James Joyce: "To live to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life".
* More authors and a quote from Robert Oppenheimer (uncredited): "See things not as they are, but as they might be".
* Yet more authors and a quote from Richard Feynman: "What I cannot build, I cannot understand".

More: http://www.jcvi.org/cms/press/press-releases/full-text/article/first-minimal-synthetic-bacterial-cell-designed-and-constructed-by-scientists-at-venter-institute-an/

What is Synthetic Biology (12-page PDF): http://etcgroup.org/sites/www.etcgroup.org/files/files/synbio_comics-complete_letter_size_rev.pdf

Posters!: http://www.synbiowatch.org/curricula-and-educational-resources-on-synthetic-biology/

pytchblend - DNA⊥AИⱭ

heavy sticky muggy and close

also available on youtube: https://youtu.be/GV5w1R6gpbw

pytchblend - stitchingTime

Tortured by voices in my head, I seek solace.

Technically an exploration into soundfonts, inspired by Pierre Schaeffer's book, 'In Search of a Concrete Music' - monoskop.org/log/?p=12577

pytchblend - breathLess

...and then another second passed, quicker than the last, slower than the first.
Vocals kindly provided by Tony+Morris (@tony-morris-308328247)
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pytchblend - zeroDay (ft. Tony Morris)

...over and over and over and over again.
Vocals kindly provided by Tony+Morris (@tony-morris-308328247)
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pytchblend - mAny (ft. Tony Morris)

Wet seasons...
Vocals kindly provided by Tony+Morris (@tony-morris-308328247)
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pytchblend - disSolve (ft. Tony Morris)

Created for Halloween 2017, please leave a comment

Your will was my way
(the long way)
Your way was my will
(through purgatory)
Your will be my way
(I adore you)
My was is the now 
(I am here for you)
I’ve always been there
(I am unto you)
Thou wilt be my way

All that I am

pytchblend - wHoly

contains plundered ink spots with modular.  video at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wKZMIOq-K38
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pytchblend - fIre

a one-minute texture of uk phone sounds concreted together using binaural placement.  please leave a comment.

Bronze prize winner at 60 Secondes Radio 2018

"::: Payphone - Darryl Lucas (United Kingdom) :::

The sweet melody of mechanical drones having fun with our conscience. Simultaneously dark and charming. Nice work!
- Paul Carpenter, choq. CA

Built by manipulating simple sounds of everyday life, this creation transports us into a parallel sonic world, which in turn plunges us neatly into a sound of everyday life.
- Martin Girard, this is radio-Canada

Well structured until the fall, in almost hypnotic textures and depths.
- Isabelle Perrault, radio dodo

Payphone is a clever metaphor between the hope of a dialogue and a sense of failure of these tools, which, despite advanced technologies, put us in front of an unanswered call.
- Caroline won, Avatar Quebec

You go into the trance, lost in a connection, free from the wire and the earpiece.
-Boris Chassagne, 60 seconds radio

An Ode to telephony. A mute number, but behind him, embusquée, the whole range of emotions ready to pop up: surprise, desire, anger, incrédulité, fear, excitement, boredom, love...
- Marc Jacquin, phonurgia nova

A captivating and abstract work, whose excellent bill and aesthetic simplicity do not prevent the appearance of a sub-text and several degrees of reading.
- Pierre Vedovato, école school"

pytchblend - payPhone

Based on Joseph Conrad's novel Heart of Darkness. This one-minute musique concrète composition explores the borderline between so-called civilized peoples and those described as savages.

Composed for 60 Seconds 2019

Heart of Darkness

Sketches from England's bleakly industrial biomechanical heartland.

Come with me now to the subconscious borderlands of sleep and wakefulness.  Explore the sensory phantasmata of hypnagogic dreamlets.  Feel static-like frisson sensations tingling down your spine.  Join me on the journey into the heart of etherCore.

Looking for missing tracks?  Check out my Bandcamp http://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/

All tracks are copyright; to include on your set, show, or production please get in touch.

Sometimes broadcast on RTÉ lyric FM's Nova show (Ireland), Berlin​ Community​ Radio, Beatnikradio (also in Berlin) and Radiophrenia (UK).

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