hey, I listened to it twice and wrote some things down. trying not to critique the music so much as to express the thoughts and feelings listening to it procured. (read on in comments)
1. a sense of urgency to express, it is always wailing time. 2. all lot more music than noise, hope, well constructed well produced. 3. this track puts me in time, constant yet the experience of it is inconsistent 4. a broken melody, sparsely formed 5. this is the melody of the sincere and the stupid, harmony through opposites. 6. short distortion. i could dismiss it but that begs the question what exactly is it that i am dismissing? 7. space harmony, out into the limits of the universe, the sound of travelling through nothing. good use of limited dialouge. 8. static and feedback, variable frequencies mmm...rhythm in distortion 9. the clunk of the machine, factory banality, man being absorbed by the machine, becoming the machine. 10. this is the music or our aspirational future, the generation so to be, soon to become, thoughts on the future, our dreams, the endless expanse. synthetic vibrations of the earth. good use of helicopter rotar sound. this reflects on the nature of the music, helicopter as a metaphor for progression, a tool to take us there, the music to puts us forward takes us to our future dreams (dreamy future). characteristically rhythm in progression. 11. mind filled with thoughts banging, clanging around in our heads. the echo of our own insanity, anger and chaos. the echo of the internal distortion of man , spacey 12. that momet standing looking over the blue labrynth, or looking over a busy highway, or watching the city breathe, or that concentration lapse at work. this moment of reflection, observation without comment, this place of peace is everywhere. listen as the world flows gently around you. the single consciousness. 13. much is one, the addition of all creates the incidence of the single. the many fly/bees that create the life of the hive multiplied by the many beats of the wings per second. all coming together as one. distortion through the fly. 14. silence is never quiet silent. out of the nothingness come the melody. this song is a journey into the past. reverence to the past. 15. heart beat of music. progressing repetitive melodies, melody of the pulse. one is only aware of now. keeping you up with time, the transition into the distortion of the pusle. the heart of distortion. the beat absorbed by matter. 16. presuming this is in four parts, this is a remember me melody, chiming me into exsistence, limbo at odds with motion, the proof of life, when the drums come in its drumming to way back when. slowing down time. the sound of waves. waves are the medium of proggression and distortion another nice metaphor, waves are a never to gentle a melody, are the oceam waves reflecting the distortion waves? or is it the other way around. good mood, cafe scene, she just found out he loves her but doesn't know what to do. she thinks, pauses, breathes, sighs, sips her coffee with one hand, hugs the bottom of her chair with the other, leans back, looks out the window, what will i do?
that's what i thought. not every song was given total justice, it is hard to give thoughts on them all without favouring some. also that was the first time i have heard that style of music/noise. - Josiah Drew
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1. a sense of urgency to express, it is always wailing time.
2. all lot more music than noise, hope, well constructed well produced.
3. this track puts me in time, constant yet the experience of it is inconsistent
4. a broken melody, sparsely formed
5. this is the melody of the sincere and the stupid, harmony through opposites.
6. short distortion. i could dismiss it but that begs the question what exactly is it that i am dismissing?
7. space harmony, out into the limits of the universe, the sound of travelling through nothing. good use of limited dialouge.
8. static and feedback, variable frequencies mmm...rhythm in distortion
9. the clunk of the machine, factory banality, man being absorbed by the machine, becoming the machine.
10. this is the music or our aspirational future, the generation so to be, soon to become, thoughts on the future, our dreams, the endless expanse. synthetic vibrations of the earth. good use of helicopter rotar sound. this reflects on the nature of the music, helicopter as a metaphor for
progression, a tool to take us there, the music to puts us forward takes us to our future dreams (dreamy future). characteristically rhythm in progression.
11. mind filled with thoughts banging, clanging around in our heads. the echo of our own insanity, anger and chaos. the echo of the internal distortion of man , spacey
12. that momet standing looking over the blue labrynth, or looking over a busy highway, or watching the city breathe, or that concentration lapse at work. this moment of reflection, observation without comment, this place of peace is everywhere. listen as the world flows gently around you. the single consciousness.
13. much is one, the addition of all creates the incidence of the single. the many fly/bees that create the life of the hive multiplied by the many beats of the wings per second. all coming together as one. distortion through the fly.
14. silence is never quiet silent. out of the nothingness come the melody. this song is a journey into the past. reverence to the past.
15. heart beat of music. progressing repetitive melodies, melody of the pulse. one is only aware of now. keeping you up with time, the transition into the distortion of the pusle. the heart of distortion. the beat absorbed by matter.
16. presuming this is in four parts, this is a remember me melody, chiming me into exsistence, limbo at odds with motion, the proof of life, when the drums come in its drumming to way back when. slowing down time. the sound of waves. waves are the medium of proggression and distortion another nice metaphor, waves are a never to gentle a melody, are the oceam waves
reflecting the distortion waves? or is it the other way around. good mood, cafe scene, she just found out he loves her but doesn't know what to do. she thinks, pauses, breathes, sighs, sips her coffee with one hand, hugs the bottom of her chair with the other, leans back, looks out the window, what will i do?
that's what i thought. not every song was given total justice, it is hard to give thoughts on them all without favouring some. also that was the first time i have heard that style of music/noise. - Josiah Drew
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