Entering the upper-atmosphere the black gold burns a racing stripe in a satellite and destroys cellphone reception on an arc across it’s descent line to crash into a secret marine base. From a lulling corridor some broken record message in a bottle repeats across the radio signals and submariner clicks. A dolphin interrupts the transmission speaking to us from many miles. The oceans marching. Nodding kelp. Wriggling reef dries to a desert canyon. The sky is freckled with fire and the wolves are working in the mines. Falling through fanged flute tongue stalagmites the hammers find the punctuations for the growling gold belly lurching the ferris wheel future furnace into translating a pulsar’s speech to a dolphin congress. pulsating light ribbons in the forest undulate with machine birds driving helium balloons past the antigravity vehicle stuck half in a vortex trying to squeegee the clouds with oil repellant.
DECAYCAST009 : LOACHFILLET “Modular Graveyard Sessions, Volume 1” (mp3)
COUNT LOACHFILLET’S WORM PERIL FOR OTHER GHASTLY TREATS and webbous sonic ARCHIVES…Sorry for the trubbles….
The composition you are listening to is an electronic sandwich of aural preparations. It was recorded in November, 2008 as I geared up to perform at the Composers Decomposed Series in Oakland, California. All sounds were played live to tape, processed through a Frac-Rack unit, with additional electronics, tape loops and auxiliary effects piled on at the Loach Crypt. This recording represents Volume one in the Modular Graveyard Series. An ongoing foray into the world of atmospheric experiments, thought tunnels and mental cleansing by way of the Modular Synthesizer. The original output was distributed to a system of four speakers in cardboard tombstones and one stereo public address system. For more information on Loachfillet, visit my blog at: http://wormperil.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html