Activity from Blazecock Pileon
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This ear-piercing ambient piece was made in 2003, part of a release called Ultraviolet. I was listening to a lot of Terre Thaemlitz at the time, particularly Soil.
I put this ambient track together back in 2003 during one of many sleepless nights, as part of a larger release called Threads. After listening to it again, I liked its hypnotic lull enough to want to share it here, and I hope it rewards your patience.
In the desert, turn toward emptiness; fleeing the self.
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be To warm the world, that's done in warming us. Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere; This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.
No mere mortal can resist \ The evil of the thriller
A brief experiment in trying to fake synchronized prime-ordinal rhythms.
A track built upon Oswaldian traditions, cutting up German minimalist electronic samples with a bit of piano from the Romantic era.
CN is a happy experiment. Nothing more.
Emperor ZiLOG said, "Cough up another quarter, kid." Who was I to refuse the galactic imperative?
Brittle, flittering, skittering, algorithmic monochromatica — with a bit more color towards the end.
a gentle, short collaborative experiment in lullaby-like clockwork
melty mono synth on the 1:43 / crunchy manganese beats on the rusty flip
spit, n. 1. a. The fluid secreted by the glands of the mouth, esp. when ejected; saliva, spittle; a clot of this.
A chunkier, clunkier version of Ohming with a coolcat intro thrown in, just for laughs. Hey, why not?
A gentle work of cascading, synthetic glitch
The bees argue, in their black ball, A flying hedgehog, all prickles. The man with grey hands stands under the honeycomb Of their dreams, the hived station Where trains, faithful to their steel arcs, Leave and arrive, and there is no end to the country.
Einmal nahm ich zwischen meine Hände dein Gesicht. Der Mond fiel darauf ein. Unbegreiflichster der Gegenstände unter überfließendem Gewein.
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Brief, speedy bleepiness.
Reprising the first version of this track, with a bit more zip at the end...
Quiet beats, with details hidden underneath blankets of filters
Whirly, hurly and rub-a-dub-dub.
It is told that Buddha, going out to look on life, was greatly daunted by death. "They all eat one another!" he cried, and called it evil. This process I examined, changed the verb, said, "They all feed one another," and called it good.
Protein deformation and signal transduction in exponential cascades.
Itchy, skitchy and glitchy
Join Sir David Attenborough and I as we imagine spying on a simulated digital troop of capuchin monkeys in South America, whispering in hushed, yet excited British tones about their adventures in the tropical simulacra...
Meener meener meener ambient earthlings!