The ambient/noise/doom-electronics vessel Mouth Wound
is the solo project of Danish multi-instrumentalist Trine
Paaschburg. She utilizes noise, textured soundscapes and
repetitive heavy elements and draws in acoustic sampling
from her background in classical vocal and prepared harp.
The music deals with themes such as physical/existential
malaise and the search for tranquil, an expression that has
been described as alluringly meditative yet masochistic
when experienced live.

Podcast 072 - Mouth Wound Live x Brutal Forms

Flying birds to the south. For it is in the south that industrial progress has not gone far; many places are still in the hovering time paradigm of the premodern. These birds are not just flying toward the clock, they are turning back time, embodying all of the present into the past. And will the melancholy depicted character, who with all his appearance embodies a period of rationalization, be happy about it? Would he be able to adjust to that rhythm of life, wouldn't civilization have taken away the will to live itself, giving comfort wrapped in a faceless beginning and end? He has not often wondered what does not change at times, what is best preserved from that time and not exhausted, and one thing always comes to mind: the sky

Breathe

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taken from "WOODLAND FANTASIES"
releases August 20, 2023
https://psychicliberation.bandcamp.com/album/woodland-fantasies

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WOODLAND FANTASIES

136-2023-08-02

thank u for listening ♡

tracklist:
HERD KILLING - Blood of Aza, Splinter C - Capiuz, LONG SHOT - EVIL DUST, Yellowcake - Anthro, Faint Light - Mind Matter, Gefährlich - Human Experiments, Dance Wash (original mix) - SHARPLINES, Chocka Block - Ansome, We Never Sleep (EVIL DUST remix) - High Speed Violence, Start Dancing (VTSS remix) - MIN t, Rolly Polly - Kilbourne, Exploit Me I’m Yours - Manni Dee, Narcollapsing - Znzl, Beam Of Pursuit - Sicion, I Miss You 2 -  7777 の天使 X BLK SLK, Perverse Mind #1 - Tomohiko Sagae, Press Start - BLCKCSLTLS, Utopian Freedom - No Intellectual Property, Chrome Spine (feat. Kronom) - Max Dahlhaus, Kighin - FLUQS, Self Acceptance - David Louis, 55 Angels - Eelbath, blood - Spirit 49, Arrhythmia - Grievance, darkened sky - blushʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ, Cervix - Blood of Aza, She Fucked My Hologram - Gagsmile, DANTYPEBEAT! - Dan, Born in Florida - Nico & Tetta, Kill Everyone (Deathmachine remix) - Somniac One, Parasite Bandit - Gein, Sinister Souls & Bratkilla, brittle - DJ Kuroneko, Crimson Landslide - Kronom, Good Morning Go Tears - Lutto Lento, C2E - Varg2™ feat. Bladee, lonely existence - yumeko, Shotgun - Detest, Illian Bass - Obelisk, rythm of light - Single

angel drink

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"Lately, when...
"I knew, on the land I chanted: a word with feet, one hatching another and another and another,
and hatches into earth, into another's boat; remember that tree". And then, in that same shade, a raven
with an eagle's wing sometimes staggered and said, as it kept going as Ä's you, revealing wonders (this is a grand slide of the wretched):
"Born in a place where the land, step by step, kneels into paths, paths into roads & shades, and roads then roads: "eat honey as your work", as the beginning roughens and plays to sleep anew; the moon dirty tells blue, red, 'they are green!' light."
So, as it is, that only the past and the yet-to-come may be, equally forward-gliding, stripped bare essentiality, not fleeing nor soon to be revealed from beneath, but that farther-off ancient white, as well as now, except not quite yet, because your words begin to knowingly answer only at the dawn of the ever-beginning, still lingering in the shadow of the last-minute A. Its suddenness, so tangibly clinging to experience, appears with all its bases thoroughly self-sown, that developing, leaking wake drawn in the water; come, take from it your own.
Black soil pours feet, but the beginning of the chapter giver lets it be known that from the flowers of the land, a pine has become snags, backwoods, lights, splits, pieces, and (at least in the beginning) numbers to embroider the cover in mockery: and not everything at once, right from the first time, let alone perhaps in the end after all, when nevertheless the fore- and hindpaws, at your command, you yourself decide your truths to be, your assumptions, your catches...


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Between a Lie and the Truth

Shredded Nerve