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

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)

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).

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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)

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)

iCan'tSee is part of my etherCore series - it's about trying to make sense of the half-awake time between sleeping and dreaming.
This series attempts to examine physical effects of sounds, such as whispering (cf. ASMR; the Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response.)

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

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pytchblend - iCan'tSee (sotto voce)

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)

Something spiky?  A startling, almost waking, twitch.

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

Video: youtube.com/watch?v=sWbTpNorftA

pytchblend - swordFish (hypnic aqueux)

Cold and almost hysterical.  Still naïve.

iceCream is part of my etherCore series.

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pytchblend - iceCream (freddo)

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)

See also: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1oXu_U-Wo9c
wAke is part of my etherCore series.

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

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pytchblend - wAke

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).