New Norms

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)

Savages

tummelplatz

Tummelplatz 14.12.18

劇団Peek-a-Boo武末志朗さんのために書き下ろした曲
空飛ぶタビネズミのテーマ

The Lemming In The Sky

Mystical Return

Sonopoetry by 
https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa
Music produced & mixed
by P è n i n ș o l a r
https://soundcloud.com/p-e-n-i-n-s-o-l-a-r
Visual : Rika Ryzhykova
Пчёлы:
https://youtu.be/m7cu-NdCdMg

On the threshold, liminality in seclusion. You and I
all species and all objects occupy a sound bandwidth
on a spectrogram, a voice to feel heard.
Ongoing eco-squatting and evacuation under human pressure.
Are we bypassing reciprocity, trivialising wander and mystery?
Decency has a traceable nomenclature, a legacy.

I sense your cavitation
drought, self-imposed.
Then conserve, archive.
Never forget how
insignificant we are
and yet decisive.
Unlearn and de-familiarise.
I won’t set my own frequency
below 500 hertz.

Written by 
https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa

Purchase on Bandcamp

Ilaria Boffa P è n i n ș o l a r - 500Hertz

Performed & Recorded by Matteo Mariano in 2019. http://macrogramma.com
Original cover art by Dario Panzeri (2020). http://dariopanzeri.org

"Metafonia" is the Italian word that identifies the phenomenon known in parapsychology as "electronic voices". Metafonia VI is the first track in order of publication, and the last in order of numbering, of a series of compositions inspired by this phenomenon.
Each piece was made starting from vocal samples recorded and processed in real time with a laptop (and with the addition of some synths). The only voice behind these pieces is mine (at least I think, and above all I hope, even if I can never be completely sure), recorded while I was improvising random phrases, as if I were my own medium.
I waited a long time before deciding to finish and release this series of songs, the gloomy atmosphere of this end of October 2020 made me realize that it was time to let them go.
The project is to release all the tracks, one or two at a time, between today and the evening of October 31st (as per pagan tradition), to collect them in a single album that will be available on Bandcamp ...
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"Metafonia" è la parola italiana che identifica il fenomeno noto in parapsicologia come "voci elettroniche". Metafonia VI è la prima traccia in ordine di pubblicazione, e l'ultima in ordine di numerazione, di una serie di composizioni ispirate a questo fenomeno. 
Ogni brano stato è realizzato a partire da campioni vocali registrati ed elaborati in tempo reale con un laptop(e con l'aggiunta di un po' di synth). L'unica voce alla base di questi brani è la mia (almeno credo, e soprattutto spero, anche se non potrò mai esserne del tutto certo), registrata mentre improvvisavo frasi casuali, come fossi il medium di me stesso. 
Ho aspettato diverso tempo prima di decidere di terminare e pubblicare questa serie di brani, l'atmosfera cupa di questo fine di ottobre 2020 mi ha fatto capire che era arrivato il momento di lasciarli andare. 
Il progetto è di rilasciare tutte le tracce, una o due per volta, tra oggi e la sera del 31 ottobre (come da tradizione pagana), per raccoglierle in un unico album che sarà disponibile su Bandcamp...

Released October 18, 2020

all rights reserved

Metafonie Volume 1

Metafonia VI

FORCE OF NATURE

stam11

Old Story

That easy thing

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).