A grand beginning. A lovely, luscious flow of noise in the big atmospheric structure style. Bearth is the particle grinding universe full of twinkling burning stars. Not just depth, but also dimensionality, a multiverse even! How difficult that must be to encapsulate into a few minutes of creative expression. Echoes in space and time, or timeless dripping of subterranean stalagtites echoing in space and time. Chicken/egg, etc. Towards the end it calms and finds its orbital velocity and path, around your mind, leaving you in a state of wonder at the beauty of it all.
Arktig picks up with a similar essence at first, but then lightens with an almost ceremonial melody, with room for some obscure chanting perhaps but very nice atmosphere all the same. Then you realise that not all the layers are going the same speed, but not until they meet and unify into a brilliant construction of sound and rhythm. Gentler than the first track, though nonetheless for that. More subtle in its strength of existence, finishing with a prehistoric tribal beat.
That sense of ancient beings continues to appear, in another form called Hopeman. Like an archaic recantation from beings beyond our human comprehension. KraftiMs work often brings Lovecraftian imagery to mind, and these tracks (so far) are certainly no exception. I love them, like they are my barely tangible friends in life. Stereophonic treasures to behold and enjoy their presence through my speakers. Thank goodness for the wonders of technology, thank goodness for devoted, creative artists. Ancient Species said it all a few months ago for me and this album is reiterating the sense of style and particular poise of the creator. Fantastic track.
Moncor plays on my heart, delicately. An almost imperceptible pulsation of life, the core of a swarm of sound construction. A scattering of a huge, immense flock of mothlike creatures into the dark night of existence. Fleeting, almost transparent but very much alive with feeling and spirit of darkness. I feel like I'm floating into a void, an abyss of sound.
Suddenly, the whole world passes by. Only to be overborne with flying entities. Full of drama and passion, immediacy. Beware! The trudge of hordes of walking entities joins the army of the artists full imaginative sway. From here to there and back again. Viscous fluidity and thunderclaps from when the world was first born. That is some level of aetheric aura to contemplate. Gaia at her birth and the commencement of life on earth itself. Perfect primordial pitchshifting and the soft crunch of bio-organic gears and the huge beast of life begins to emerge from the sea. That is Turtel. Then it disperses and stutters its primeval song, a celebration from the deepest abyss, it rises for air, to its final crescendo.
Quite tuneful, Drast appears on my screen and through my speakers. There remains that sense of aeons past. Then a deeply resonant reverberation takes over the show, to flow majestically around the room. Again, a sense of ancient tribalism, before words, before music. Essentially reaching the very core of the soul of total being from the very start of that atomic combination. Atoms and electrons, making strange, quarky friends. The pulsating genius of KraftiM strikes again. All buttons pressed and dials turned to maximum. Nice one!-)
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