Aaron Dilloway, The Beauty Bath
A subtle drop. Resonances hover in the background, a calm eeriness, one that is tough to shake, as if one more second could lead to the scrambling. The uneasiness lingers and lingers, coloring what is normally wrought heavy with a lighter shade, a defter touch. Tenderness, even.
Raum, Event of Your Leaving
A gentle, wintry drift - a sigh. The passing which is let go. That sigh is held onto, for what feels like an eternity, as the emptiness blows through. The spectral shadow lingers, distant yet near. Solitude if need be, but a haunted solitude, alone and unsure, disembodied. This is your passing.
Well I guess it’s already pushing the end of the year - I haven’t written nearly as much as I would’ve like to, but at least something came out…I will most likely be trying to touch on many of the releases I didn’t get the chance to properly take in and digest over the year these next months or two, and I will be throwing the very best over here. Hope you enjoy.
Hair Police, Mercurial Rites
Creep, crawl, scuttle in the dark…true post-industrial disaffection for a broken world. It is not blackened and dark but grey and filthy, littered with scraps from a million meaningless lives. The gears no longer turn for this septic world. Filthy soot drenches the soil and skin - cleanse yourself.
Natural Snow Buildings, Daughter of Darkness
The expanse knows no bounds. One cannot even drift, only melt, be consumed, like liquid into nothing. The deep, gaping hole of oblivion, descending downward, lost…the tide ebbs and flows, but all else is suspended, thrown into something else…here is the infinite