[Dark Ambient]
Label:
Catalog#:
MANCD42
Format:
CD, Album
Country:
US
Released:
2004
Tracklist
| 1 | 2.1 | 11:54 | ||
| 2 | 2.2 | 6:40 | ||
| 3 | 2.3 | 13:34 | ||
| 4 | 2.4 | 6:06 | ||
| 5 | 2.5 | 9:00 | ||
| 6 | 2.6 | 8:40 | ||
| 7A | 2.7 | 7:55 | ||
| 7B | Untitled | 6:50 | ||
| 7C | Untitled | 3:07 |
Track 7 contains a hidden track (listed as 7C) after a period of silence (listed as 7B).
From the liner notes: "As an exercise in sample manipulatiom, DWM draws exclusively from source audio generated by swinging a cheap microphone in front of a misfiring heating unit, itself congested with the fibrous dust of advanced decrepitude and exhuming a near death-rattle from its fractured internal respiritory systems."
Dark exquisite ambient, simply perfect. We toyed with the idea of not telling anyone the source sounds for this record. Since it would be hard to decipher the very common origins of something so enormous, brooding and doomed-sounding as this. Indeed, the titanic waves of impenetrable sonics slowly swing from out of the far-away darkness like the tentacles of some galaxy-sized beast, moving through clouds with the power of a silk-covered sledgehammer, thudding at the other side of the world. Several tracks of slightly differing technique are just chilling, huge and deep...scary deep. Like the electrically-charged shade of Lustmord's 'Place Where The Black Stars Hang'. Monstrous. Somehow threatening. The previous SRF record, 'Nostromo' used the first few seconds of the film 'Alien' to create an expansive, chilling work of ambient. Here, the artist was living in a small flat in the UK with a heating/ac unit that was slowly breaking down, clogged with dust, slowly choking on it's own decay. The artist found the slowly changing sounds fascinating, suggesting larger, more serious possibilities - and so recorded them, creating a work for purely personal satisfaction that he never expected to be published until Manifold requested some material for possible release. Dead Weather Machine tells monstrous tales of things and places and feelings that it's common beginnings would never seem to suggest. But then imagine being as small as a piece of dust, trekking through some enormous,dying mechanical landscape, the sounds of world-sized storms swirling all around you. A microscopic entity, floating for ages through the channels and chambers of an enormous, dying machine, a machine that makes the weather for an entire world. A machine that is slowly dying.
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