The deep valley below me, both barren and fertile, desolate and lush, scorched and luxuriant,
I'm split up into innumerable parts by the all-inflaming passion
A tempest of blaze on this snow covered pass.
I cast away my idea of the self.
My name slips away.
Still trying to escape, I whisper "goodbye"
With the key in my hand, my dreams scattered across the horizon.
The Mind empty of words, the snow sparkles with bits of silver.
The deep valley below me, both barren and fertile, desolate and lush, scorched and luxuriant,
Surging in waves.
Uneven pressure on my palms
I'll conform to The Odd.
Many things have been said about Aruán Ortiz, and I don't think I can sum it all up right here. But this guy has some very unique and interesting things to say on his piano. ddb
If you've never been down the Mick Barr tunnels, this was my first tunnel, and it's a great one that will connect to many other tunnels. Bring a friend. ddb
I've not heard such awesomely bizarre music as this. Jute Gyte's compositions are deeper than the ear could possibly hear, but what is perceived instead is complex and terrifying. ddb
Jessica Moss uses vocals and violin to create haunted celestial spaces that are fragile and powerful in equal measure. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2018
The debut LP from the Chicago multidisciplinary artist strikes a bold balance between meticulous structure and improvisation. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 10, 2022