Original Version:
https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia/intersections

Rosmarino Baia - Intersections (Senglar Rmx)

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)

Silent Transition

The basic tracks for some of these songs were scattered through other music I had recorded over the last ten years.  Quarantine has given me the time to hear some of this music with fresh ears. In most instances dozens of instrument tracks were stripped away to find some forgotten core that made me nod or smile.  Then I started again.  All new recording has been done since the start of lock down and tries to put a sound on the subtle dislocation of a global disaster that is mostly (for me) expressed in my daily life as an absence, a taking away rather than a presence; a distantly felt thing.  

All tracks recorded and mixed at Shadowbear Studio.  Mastering at Black Knoll Studio.  Photo taken by Csilla Varadi.

Pelican Bay

Tiefblau und Unendlich weit

Tiefblau Und Unendlich Weit

irkalla

Conscience Empty

hobolo

A new version of my ambient-drone soundscape "Alternate Reality" (Rework by Mean Flow)
Original track (single) on bandcamp: https://astrofaros.bandcamp.com/track/alternate-reality-single
Mean Flow (Theofil Tsiolakakis) soundcloud music page: https://soundcloud.com/theofil-tsiolakakis
Artwork-photo-cover by Asterios (Aktina)

Aktina - Alternate Reality (Mean Flow remake)

Marco Lucchi : organ

25 novembre 2020

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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav’d of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy;
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

William Blake

organ verses n°4

synaptic immolation

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).