This is a changing selection of the tracks from my 'doxa' album where I rotate the tracks that can be played.

For the full 15 track album, see: https://pytchblend.bandcamp.com/album/doxa-this-is-ethercore-vol-1

Doxa is 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.  It attempts to examine whispering and physical reactions to it, such as the controversial autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR).

pytchblend - selections from Doxa

Pytchblend

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).

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pytchblend - φλόξ (aka flux)

This song was inspired by my brother’s death when all I wanted to do was give up.

Brother’s Grave

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

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)

Live listening to BBC the radio in bedroom with the MS-20, SQ10, 4000DS.

Listen to some remixes of this at: https://soundcloud.com/pytchblends_seam/sets/pytchblend-manchester-riot_remixes
                
See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moss_Side_riots

Cat: Seq-S1P1 - 04 - Riot

Copyright - all rights reserved.  1981

pytchblend - Manchester Riot

A spectral spectrum study that's part of my etherCore series which attempts to unravel the semi-concious half awake, half asleep state.

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

Cold and almost hysterical.  Still naïve.

iceCream is part of my etherCore series.

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pytchblend - iceCream (freddo)

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

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Evil

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).