Monday, May 7, 2007  3:05 pm 

Must master the misty mysteries

There is something bad behind that door projecting a shadow of silence inside the room, don’t open the door, don’t open the door don’t open the door.

You read 20jazzfunkgreats.

Open the door.

Beyond the North Wind, Shemale’s new 12” on Bunker is what I would call pre-Stygian music, i.e. the sort of hellish fugue one would expect to hear in the moments of transition between earthen darkness and the spiritual underworld below, a dark pool of crimson extends in front of you as you walk slowly out of the mist that follows death, horrible things lie hidden under the murky surfaces, horrible things await at the other side, the land of the lost, you are home now, strange kid.

Shemale- B3 (Untitled)

We adore John Carpenter’s bones with all the might of our corrupted hearts, and we adore Shemale for crafting perfect symphonies of frozen eeriness which would suit the opening credits of any of the man’s masterpieces, here you have a perfect nugget of spooky undead disco, synthetic melodies in which you can read awful things to come rise triumphant like a swarm of bats out of an abandoned de-sanctified cathedral, this music crawls, trickles and drips, it scares us to death, literally, we embrace its mighty all-encompassing darkness with sensual abandon.

Then there are the enigmatic cadences of Belbury Poly, ectoplasmic emanations shining between the thick branches of that spooky forest where you got lost when you were small, only to be found some time after, sleeping peacefully by the roots of an enormous oak carved with strange signs, having forgotten the things you saw, heard and did in between, strange memories do nevertheless come back in dreams and reveries, to haunt you, or perhaps taunt you, for some people reality can be the worst nightmare.

Belbury Poly- Tangled Beams

Welcome to the Changeling disco, an abandoned shrine by that cave where the nymphs of yore were transformed into swallows under the surprised gaze of an old orthodox priest, Belbury Poly sound like the unholy offspring of Anne Shenton and the Lord of Summerisle, and release their music in Ghost Box, if you want the spell to continue we recommend you purchase their wonderful Owl’s Map CD.

And let us close this mysterious trip by gazing into space under the full moon, or perhaps better, gaze into Earth from Space as alien visions, we already told you about Astronaut and let you have a peek into the vast vistas of darkness they summon with their ambient drone music, let us introduce you to Third Sky, a related effort inspired by ‘The Owl in the Daylight’, a story by Philip K. Dick that death regretfully interrupted, we are sure he finished it wherever he went after, genius does not die, it becomes something else, perhaps music in this case.

Third Sky- Betrayed in the Octagon

This is very beautiful and makes us long for the days before that cheap cold-war driven space race we, as the petty species we are, decided to have, you can imagine a silver rocket slowly crossing the gulfs of cosmic truth as the grandiose synthetic melodies of this piece unfurl, a mantel of stars covering the heavens. But then we 20jazzfunkgreats conspiracy theorists believe the moon landings were staged, it’s not that they didn’t get there but that they didn’t show us what they found. We have empirical evidence that demonstrates we are, as always, right.

Keep reveling in the mystery kids, we’re off to roam the misty streets of Hove.

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