ironStare 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

Matters followed the usual routine -- crazy irresponsible blood months.  The approaching rain worsened; the wipers couldn't keep up.  She'd made good plans, she thought smugly, smiling tolerantly.  The gate's spiked iron railings, the impassive doorman's eye,

And there she was against the world.
Expecting him to meet her there, flanking the steps.
Swung her bag, the lock smashed.  The blur on the stair had gone.  Standing in front with his eyes screwed up as hard as he could –- hard dark eyes, not twinkling any more, turned from green to blue, hollow with terror.  He walked stiffly of fleshless suspicious face, an aberration, a large noisious void, round and round. Poisoned?  There was no way of telling, he walked quickly down the iron stairs sharp as knife blades with a loose and bottomless smoky smell.  Like a swarm of fireflys, a clang of metal, glass jingled under the light.  A quick stretch of the mouth, a falling back on the certainties.

Bemused - what did he mean?  Like a family, loyal, deserved to the alter.  Too late for wondering now  He followed her along the alleyway, up in one swallow.  He still could not see. broken glass voices squawked.  Dark except for the green glow, gulls on a rock, found some stairs and began to run down them.  500 giggling dismembered carcasses, ignored, bellowing, making faces, pointing.  Teaching them the rules, the rust streaked under the window.

Tinny blare of the television, washing fluttering in the warm wind.  Remembering to organise hers limp shirt, scrambled eggs, sickly-smelling cream.  The shower hissed on to order
a changing room - she found herself smiling back.

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, 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.

His mind was full of full of could happen next.


pytchblend - ironStare (entr'acte)

first session in |nmbrs| series
by slow.driving.train.accident (kskefk)

recorded live at pfund & dollar

tree to tree

https://archive.org/details/ET-059
https://1834.bandcamp.com/album/et-059-time

Time

Heavy Sky

A transcendental sound journey into the inner depths...

Endless

Última faixa do album "Sounds of the orange coloured forest", lançado pelo selo norte-americano Pralaya Records em 2006.

Quinta Reacao 2

del álbum "THÉLÈME" de @enternetboy. Disponible aquí:
bc - https://enternetboy.bandcamp.com/album/th-l-me
yt - https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi1Fhp-MgsvmCsnob4CCdXyCDHWNI5VTK

Canvas

And I Will Set My Face Against Them

Sonic Weapons

Two worlds, photography and Sound Art mixed together.
/ latente / photo book by Claudio Rosa and music by SAN Ā T ANA.

Analog photography, used as a means of orientation within a new collective human condition, intimately reveals a vitality forced into domestic environments where presences and absences interpenetrate and coexist.

The Frames
Photographs taken using an analog point-and-shoot camera loaded with 400 ISO Kentmere black and white film. The entire process of shooting, developing the negatives and acquiring the images was performed by the artist in his own laboratory.

The Music
7 short compositions based on repetition were born as a function of the image. The geometries and the superimpositions of the different planes intersect and interpenetrate, showing a vitality not yet considered. The music therefore tries to tell what is hidden but which somehow re-emerges, generating a loop of different states of being.

Claudio Rosa, visual artist, originally from Sant’Antioco, carries on his double research on visual perception and on the reuse of objects of mass consumption characterized by a strong geometry. His art seeks the spontaneity of a child's play but does so through a methodical, and even obsessive, semantic processing, apparently cold but deeply linked to childhood.

SANĀTANA aka Marco Salaris is a musician born in Sardinia in 1988. His music has its roots in Noise and Drone Music, developing and finding new trajectories more akin to Electroacoustic and avant-garde music. His creative process is articulated around the improvisation, listening and sound processing practices, typical of Electronic Music. In 2019 he released his first solo album "SANATANA" for the SUPRANU Records label.

supranurecords.com  
credits
released January 11, 2021

Composition: Marco Salaris aka SANĀTANA
Percussion samples: Giacomo Salis L 01, L 02, L 04
Graphics and Handmade book: Claudio Rosa
Communication and management: SUPRANU Records
Master: TeraMastering di Marco Vincis

all rights reserved

/ latente /

L 05

Boson Spin - Subscryp

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.

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