What I notice that over time, either my tastes, likes and dislikes have changed or I've become more enured of music on this site? Either that or I am becoming more egregrious perhaps? Anyway, I really liked the first track. Cool little trip along the 'ubik' way. Whereas A.I. presents us with more than just frippery, which is nice enough but not as intellectually serious as A.I. is. That that seems to come over is solely my interpretation obviously, utilising as best I may my H.I.[F.I.] to compute, that it is good.
I suppose part of the difficulty is the pace I set myself, I know why that is the way it is, but reflection on other works puts me in a golden mean. I will need to take time I don't have to review my reviewing, but when would it ever end?) This is where I get all semiotic usually but it's dull for the uninterested. Who reads what I write? A few that I know of, sometimes a word of thanks in some form. Relationships coming and going. Ships passing by in the night of the sea of Jamendo.
So, as I wallow in my pool of egoism, I am accompanied by beautiful Marana Tha now. There are lovely scintillations of sound, and rhythmic structure and pattern to match. Followed by the slithering seductive tones of Ayahuasca, and again a nice hold on to quite a laid-back rhythm.
The Black Rose throbs darkly and intoxicates you with its perfume. Slow but all pervasive is its search for satiety. It grows, it fills, it consumes. And so I find time to wonder why I should write anything at all. To inform others that may pass this way, to give me something to do, my meagre contribution to the creative commons. Nyctophobia has a certain dubness to it and distance of desolate draughts. It sounds like a layer of hell and is eminently graceful and beautiful in all its serene majesty. Wonderful stuff indeed.
Sunrise brings another day and another track. The incessant throb of life awakened and the inevitable influx of people busying themselves, lessening the appearance of nature as it works its way around our imprints. Succinctly embedded into about eight minutes of music. Is that where the illness emerges, I wonder. Maybe it's me, but there is a sombre mood, which doesn't bode well for the planetary karma methinks. It feels kind of broken at the end.
At last, One Second Of Infinite Rest. It has a soundtrack quality at the outset, with various references to sentient beings passing by for an eternity lost in themselves. Again, I am thinking and feeling, levels of hell and communities of cenobites, self-flagellating. They have such sights to show you. Sweet suffering.
I'd say this is a pretty profound piece of work, very evocative and so cleanly and professionally done, so it seems to me. Thanks for the listen.
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