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In Swathes Of Brooding Light


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unidual One of the most intense and unsettling album I know. And I know what I'm talking about, I've once seen John Zorn fishing in Hyde Park.
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YomaBarr So this is that wonderfully debilitating, distorted, dissonant, cacophonous stuff that leaves your brains total chaff and with the last raytrace of your fading mind you beg for more.

p.s. on the second listen it made my eyes flow out and now I have no eyes and can't watch soccer which with what they present makes no difference anyway.
Les Acteurs De l'Ombre Productions
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Les Acteurs De l'Ombre Productions Hypnotic and Mesmerising, Hallucinogenic and Horrific. A journey down the rabbit hole of English eccentricity. Envoking the spirits of dead poets. This is Absinthe fuelled debauchery... This is Abstract Violent Surrealism... Favorite track: And From the Seas the Sickening Things.
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Melodic Divinity An Avant-Garde Black Metal Classic. One that definitely deserves a follow up that we will sadly never get. Easily one of the best black metal albums from the UK.
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Ian Gillings An absinthe fuelled descent into somewhere entirely dark and forgotten. "...grimly inventive" has been a personal favourite of mine since it's first release and I cannot think of anything that has even come close to it's scope and vision. "In swathes.." on the other hand feels entirely more claustrophobic and deranged. Perhaps the lyrics are somewhat intelligible compared to "...grimly inventive", but on the other hand this but adds to it's sheer madness. An unsettling listening experience. Favorite track: I Painted the Suicide of Neptune.
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It seeped down through the roots and the grass, greying and spewing. It discoloured the flowers, the wild moor risen orchid a mere memory by noon. A frightful array of sparrows, deer and others of the hunted, sat in an auditorium of hopeless sound, screaming through their eyes and all was silent. It dripped forth from the cliff edge and perverted the roof tops, turning a sickening red and staining the window sills, much to the amusement of the loveless orphans, amid the cobbles eating dead birds. The moon arose six hours early and spoke a kind word to the beloved sun, who took his golden blanket from our touch and the dripping gathered in their eyelids. The pointed and dramatic tops of the harbour roofs bellowed and threw tiles at the next, their eyes tiny with rage. The Ballet house ate the dancers. The smugglers retreat lit the hillside with a fierce shade of orange.
In a scene of a childlike destruction, of flying stone and brick dust the dripping found its way to their well hole and need I go on... The sail boats lashed on the waves began to untie themselves from their mooring as the moon threw sapphire's down on the puppeteer's stand. The drunken and deformed chocolatier thrashed the children's backs with a burning snake as the fathers and mothers dug the holes in preparation. Oh the times are somewhat macabre....play me thy flute and mould a serpent to strike at the face of Jupiter. Yet not far across the meadow, the gathered in their winter attire skated on a lake of frozen absinth....do not yet waste a drop. As the artificial light from the moon glistens on their tinsel, a lonely stargazer walks into the waves.
And as the vicious tides did swirl and break upon the rocks, The weeds seemed to slither, as though in serpent form. And climb they did, toward the edge of the cliffs. Licking at the nestling's of young fledglings and moaning with a sound akin to the worst of... Nights such as these have become more frequent since my foray into the woods. The moon dragging me towards the gypsies that are said to camp near the river. T'was cold evenings like this that the trees creaked in agony, and the birds did gather in unsettling numbers. Long past into the forgotten times... ...thrashed upon the village stones I was much to the merriment of the throng who had gathered and gladly quaffed the mead to my misfortunes.
For in their deluded deyes my trials of summoning the powers of the moon and frivolities with the earth haunted the very shadows they feared the most. My flocks of skeletal avian fiends did swoop and take the children... picking at the very eyes and scratching with feverish dementia. But the spells... drenched in my own failings of brandy, had become too powerful to control. The Ballet of the rodents did swell in numbers to the morbid concerto, and my feet danced amongst them awash with opiates and the blackest of magic.
The summoning of the crows did not occur until the next morn, but the sun did soon set again upon the villages with great haste and menace that day. For when I discovered my fathers novel,and studied its teachings, the truths became a fevered hallucagnenic quest for vengeance, encrypted within the inks of his hand lay the secrets of the alchemy of Erhjned.
Incantations lead to foul things from within the soil. Giving birth to serpent roots of the trees to do my biddings And play with such things I did, like memories of childhood frolicking in the vineyards chasing the vermin with stick and stone. Only to return weeping into my mother arms with grazed knees and dripping rabbit skins. But those days have now long since past...
As you drown, I fought oceans in vain; it's cold now under the moon. It's hard to breathe... breathe. Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano. Amid the cold roof of the charnel house, arisen from the sweet sick burning scent; I'm torn, lovelorn, lonely, dying. Her screaming I hear from deepest seas, her voice I hear in the piano. The quill it dances painting the paper, and I play not the music but a woman's soft voice, a ghostly message from the girl I'd die for. Excuse me Mother, but I must join her now.



released April 27, 2012

01 - And From the Seas the Sickening Things
02 - I Painted the Suicide of Neptune
03 - The Curious Cave of Deformities
04 - In Swathes of Brooding Light Skeletal Birds Scratch at Broken Windows
05 - Human Mannequin Puppeteer
06 - Licking at the Nesting's of Young Fledglings
07 - Amethyst Lung Concerto.
08 - Within Deepest Red (The Opening Of..)
09 - The Theory of Sexual Carvings.
10 - A Voice in the Piano.

Hypnotic and Mesmerising, Hallucinogenic and Horrific. A journey down the rabbit hole of English eccentricity. Envoking the spirits of dead poets. This is Absinthe fuelled debauchery... This is Abstract Violent Surrealism...

After 12 years of silence, back to the extreme horror, surrealism and decadence. This “In Swathes Of Brooding Light” is everything except easy listening and goes beyond what has already been done before. Will the enormous task of composition of these two tortured minds be finally understood ?

Recorded in the Curious Studio of Deformities.
Mixed and Mastered by EBONYLAKE & Gruff at "The Burning Flock studios".
Female Vocals and Chants courtesy of Nikizumias W. & Zarlenea K.
Artwork by SLO.

Tracks 7-10 Taken from “As Ghosts We Dance in Thrashing Seas”
Unreleased Demo session Recorded @ Academy Studios 1997.

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