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Musique Update
Dec. 23rd, 2003 02:34 amSo, here're the Pegritzian releases for the next two months, more or less:
By New Year's Day, we'll have both of the new derek.cf.PEGRITZ dark ambient releases, Not much longer now and the followup A special place prepared for you in Hell, available for...ohh, Idaknow, probably $5 a piece of $7 for both. Everyone probably knows the basis and ideas behind Not much longer now...., but A special place is a whole 'nother story--literally! The rough narrative structure of Not much longer now.... follows my mental disintegration throughout most of September and October of this year, ending in my fictive (though almost literal) death. A special place prepared for you in Hell is prettymuch the direct narrative sequel, and follows the process of Our Hero creating a nice, cozy little abbatoir in Hell to await the future death and arrival of a certain person whom he will then spend the next billion years slowly eviscerating. It's one 40-minute track of nothing but horrible sounds, mutilated voices, and downsampled metal shrieks....Probably impossible to listen to, but, hey, someone out there's bound to like it, I guess! The third volume in this pseudo-trilogy, which will be called either The Meat Chamber or A Catalogue of Incisions Recounted Over Time will be even worse, as I'm currently sampling lots of surgical sounds to use for source material....
To offset the horror and brutality of that shite, A Doctrine of Works' first album Eleventy-Seventy Names in Vain will be out, as well. Expect nothing but freaky, booty-rockin' house beats, IDM nonsense, and twitchy soundscapes aimed right at the heart of humanity's god-module in the attempt to bust the damn little clump of neurons open and free Mankind from the tyrrany of his neurologically-tempered beliefs in "gods." Shortly thereafter, I've got another Doctrine of Works EP on deck, too, called 2 in the pink, 1 in the stink. It's basically just three songs that I couldn't fit on the previous one:
1. Lindsey's Flap-Hat
2. Pagan Pottery
and 3. Hrrak-a-Pussy Idol
Completely retarded and weird.
I'm already getting started on the next ADoW full-length as well, entitled Flight of the Psychic Polydemonstrative Butt-Bee. It's going to be a concept album, following the adventures of Bruce, a religious-studies/psychology student at Miskatonic University who one day gets exposed to a beam of deleterious radiation coming from the very heart of the Galaxy's central black hole, which transforms him magically into a "species of one" by virtue of the metamorphosing realization that Mankind has no place in the Universe but that which he makes for himself. The transformation turns him into a strange, beelike organism that can interface psychically with the human mind through the base of the spinal column--the coccyx, a.k.a. the tailbone (or seat of Kundalini energy, if you like). Bruce then goes about the world, attempting to overthrow humanity's foolish dependence on gods and serious thinking one butt at a time! He discovers that skittery electropop and mutilated house beats are the best means by which to influence the human mind, in light of George Clinton's dictum, "Free your ass, and your mind will follow."
Yeah, I've lost my shit. But at least it's keeping me busy!
By New Year's Day, we'll have both of the new derek.cf.PEGRITZ dark ambient releases, Not much longer now and the followup A special place prepared for you in Hell, available for...ohh, Idaknow, probably $5 a piece of $7 for both. Everyone probably knows the basis and ideas behind Not much longer now...., but A special place is a whole 'nother story--literally! The rough narrative structure of Not much longer now.... follows my mental disintegration throughout most of September and October of this year, ending in my fictive (though almost literal) death. A special place prepared for you in Hell is prettymuch the direct narrative sequel, and follows the process of Our Hero creating a nice, cozy little abbatoir in Hell to await the future death and arrival of a certain person whom he will then spend the next billion years slowly eviscerating. It's one 40-minute track of nothing but horrible sounds, mutilated voices, and downsampled metal shrieks....Probably impossible to listen to, but, hey, someone out there's bound to like it, I guess! The third volume in this pseudo-trilogy, which will be called either The Meat Chamber or A Catalogue of Incisions Recounted Over Time will be even worse, as I'm currently sampling lots of surgical sounds to use for source material....
To offset the horror and brutality of that shite, A Doctrine of Works' first album Eleventy-Seventy Names in Vain will be out, as well. Expect nothing but freaky, booty-rockin' house beats, IDM nonsense, and twitchy soundscapes aimed right at the heart of humanity's god-module in the attempt to bust the damn little clump of neurons open and free Mankind from the tyrrany of his neurologically-tempered beliefs in "gods." Shortly thereafter, I've got another Doctrine of Works EP on deck, too, called 2 in the pink, 1 in the stink. It's basically just three songs that I couldn't fit on the previous one:
1. Lindsey's Flap-Hat
2. Pagan Pottery
and 3. Hrrak-a-Pussy Idol
Completely retarded and weird.
I'm already getting started on the next ADoW full-length as well, entitled Flight of the Psychic Polydemonstrative Butt-Bee. It's going to be a concept album, following the adventures of Bruce, a religious-studies/psychology student at Miskatonic University who one day gets exposed to a beam of deleterious radiation coming from the very heart of the Galaxy's central black hole, which transforms him magically into a "species of one" by virtue of the metamorphosing realization that Mankind has no place in the Universe but that which he makes for himself. The transformation turns him into a strange, beelike organism that can interface psychically with the human mind through the base of the spinal column--the coccyx, a.k.a. the tailbone (or seat of Kundalini energy, if you like). Bruce then goes about the world, attempting to overthrow humanity's foolish dependence on gods and serious thinking one butt at a time! He discovers that skittery electropop and mutilated house beats are the best means by which to influence the human mind, in light of George Clinton's dictum, "Free your ass, and your mind will follow."
Yeah, I've lost my shit. But at least it's keeping me busy!
