Artist: MONO
Title: Where We Begin
Album: The Last Dawn
Release Date: October 28, 2014

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The Last Dawn and Rays of Darkness are a pair of new albums by MONO. Recorded simultaneously yet conceptually and creatively disparate, the two act as both opposing and complementary sides to a story. No strangers to narratives, the twin albums explore familiar themes for the band: Hope and hopelessness, love and loss, immense joy and unspeakable pain. Those elemental parts of life and the complicated relationships they create have never been more resonant through MONO's music than they are here. The Last Dawn is the first of these two companion albums, and is the "lighter" of the two, thematically and melodically. It contains undoubtedly some of MONO's strongest songs ever, drawing on an array of influences from minimalist film score to vintage shoegaze. It is MONO at their absolute purest, executing an uncanny, unspoken dialogue with each other without the dozens of stringed instruments that have been so prominent throughout their catalog in recent years. The songs are also noticeably more efficient – there hasn't been a MONO full-length record that fit on a single slab of vinyl since 2003's One Step More And You Die – and the album benefits immeasurably from this streamlined approach. MONO have always been masters of telling compelling stories without words. But now they've proven they can do it without frills, too.

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Not Underground. Not Mainstream. Just Left Ground.

Left Ground Music stands outside the boundaries of genres and scenes.
We are neither part of the mainstream nor the underground—we exist in the “left ground”, a space where sound refuses to conform.

From electronica, dub, and ambient to post-rock textures, our releases carve out soundscapes that demand attention, not background listening.
Born in Aichi, Japan, our music captures the collision of urban noise and natural silence, offering listeners a sonic experience that feels both familiar and alien.

This is music for those who walk the edges of reality.
This is Left Ground.

المزيكا لغة التواصل بين الأرواح وبعضها بإستخدام أصوات جميلة لوحدها أو مع كلام ومعاني .. مصداقيتها بسيطة وسلسة وجميلة .. فيها المعنى وفيها الإحساس وفيها الهارموني وفيها اللحن إللي علق في دماغك باليوم والشهر والسنة .. تقدر تسمعها لوحدك أو في وسط ناس أو مع ناس أو مع حيوانات .. مش هتفرق .. الفرق كله يكمن في قدرتك على الإحساس والفهم والإستيعاب .. المزيكا ممكن تعالج إكتئابك ومرضك النفسي بدون جلسات .. بدون إعترافات وفضفضة وتقليب في ذكريات بغيضة .. المزيكا ممكن تكون وسيلتك للتواصل مع الحياة .. المزيكا صوت الحياة .

- وقلّوا الأيام إللي ضايلين بهالطريق ، إحنا ماشيين وشو مخبّالنا مش عارفين

I'm a free time video-editor. 
Music plays a crucial role in my day-to-day. It enables me to feel again when I become too numb. 
I can’t get enough of how one can get into a song’s scenery and emotions, and become part of it as a whole. 
All in all, I've got no definitive bias among different musical genres. 
I'll listen to anything, of any language as long as it soothes me ears or, make me feel ecstatic and bring about some revelatory experience that can amaze me or beyond.
I like post-rock, Ambient, Classical, Dark-ambient, shoegaze, neofolk, neoclassical, Math rock, progressive, post-progressive, Nu jazz, Jazz blues, Experimental, Dreamwave, Chillwave, Vaporwave downtempo, lo-fi, Thrash Metal, Death Metal, Grindcore, BlackMetal, Folk metal, NU Metal, Post-Metal, music to name a few

FYI: I make mixtapes & cover art.

Stalk me if ya like.
Links below:


Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn.

______


A light which lives on what the flames devour
a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch
a crucifixion by a single wound
a sky and earth that darken by each hour
a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns
a lyre without a pulse, and oils the torch
a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef
a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest--
this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns
is where I dream of you stealing my rest,
haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with grief.
I sought the peak of prudence, but I found
the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart,
and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.


- Federico García Lorca

العابرون سريعاً جميلون. لا يتركون ثقلَ ظلّ. ربما غباراً قليلاً، سُرعان ما يختفي، الأكثر جمالاً بيننا، المتخلّي عن حضوره.

- وديع سعادة "عزيزي"

ϫⲉ ⲛⲁⲓ ⲛⲁⲛ ̀ⲫⲛⲟⲩⲧⲓ