This is exquisite, and exactly what I needed on a crazy day with weird weather. It’s gentle balm on a recovering burned brain.
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Four of the ten discs I just bought from Tuluum Shimmering. His music is sort of a summery, meditative pysch-folk from some eternal forest August. Tuluum Shimmering has a a lot of stuff on his Bandcamp. As if making it is as much of a meditative practise for him as it is for me to listen to it and live inside his endless woodsmoke summer.
People do not talk about this film enough. Is it too resistant to analysis because it is so much? Does it overwhelm the viewer, or drain the viewer? Does it defeat a close reading because it says everything? It’s a novel on the screen. I bought it on digital the day it was available. This blu-ray has a bunch of extra stuff. But I mostly wanted it on the shelf, like a favourite novel, there to dip into or spend an evening with. Trying to study its pieces and then getting swept away in its orchestral storm.
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And I think this completes my collection of available physical editions by Phurpa, thanks to the wonderful Zoharum, whose output you can check out at their Bandcamp or at zoharum.com, Phurpa are… well, here’s their own description: “Before Buddhism reached Tibet, practices involving shamanic rites derived from various ancestral cults became known as Bon. Phurpa, led by contemporary artist Alexei Tegin, is a Moscow based group in this tradition.”
This is great. From the Bandcamp notes:
… gently rocking waves of sound, or like a babbling sonic stream of fractured audio debris. It also sounds a bit like the equivalent of sunlight dancing on the ripples of a lake’s surface.
‘eau’ is not really a song, or a composition. Well, technically it is, but it functions more like an atmosphere that fills the space. Just let it play (on repeat…) and let the sounds hang in the room…
This was one I needed to own in a physical edition. Maybe you do too.
I was never comfortable with “world music” as a term. But, as previously noted, I will use my modern privilege to hear the sounds from everywhere I can. These are historical artifacts.
It’s a big planet full of people, and I want to experience as much of its art as I can before I go. People like Unexplained Sounds help a lot with that. You can stream all this, and buy the material in digital or CD, at their Bandcamp page.
I’ve always, since I could afford to buy music regularly, kept a small collection from musics that are not from Britain, from the songs of the Bayaka to Tuvan throat singing.
I’m actually falling way behind with photographing what’s coming in as I (re-) build my library. I mean, I’m sure it’s pretty boring for you, reader, but as it’s only you and I reading, and I pay for the website, you’re kind of shit out of luck there sorry
I don’t remember ordering this. And so I checked my receipts. I didn’t. So I checked the Bandcamp page for this. I still didn’t. So, thank you, Faint Music, for the cassette. (Which has served as a reminder that I need to pick other things up from you.) I will have to see if I can get the single tape deck in the house to work. Or maybe I’ll just go back and buy the CD, because this is some good rainy techno atmospherics for a good rainy day.
Like I wasn’t going to listen to a musician called Metatron Omega. Come on.
It’s like the sound you imagine choirs in the ancient cosmic temples of Philippe Druillet’s LONE SLOANE comics would make. The album descriptions that Metatron, a musician from Serbia, writes, are insane:
Under the ever-watching Eye of the distant, yet omnipresent cosmic force, Man has been growing and constructing his own symbols of himself and of the Ages. The great Mover is slowly pushing the grand mechanism of time and space, altogether with the boundaries of Universe, toward a greater step of knowing.
And look: a tri fold nature of Man has been exposed and put under a trial. His body, his mind and his spirit had come under the shining ray of Revelation, where there are no secrets. Within the boundless, deep, architecture of cosmic monastery of the Universe, one seeks his destiny and perceives the journey he is upon, with his eyes transfixed by the boundless silhouette of the great Kosmokrator, reigning supreme at the Throne of Life. The gates are open, and the priests of Evangelikon have begun their mass.
I can appreciate this kind of commitment to the bit.
The most recent, EVANGELIKON, is here at Cryo Chamber’s Bandcamp page.
