Gallic dynamo-psychedelean shadow pigmy outfit The Dreams stalk parks, forests, woods and sparsely populated rural areas at night. They carry blowpipes loaded with darts containing a poison that produces epileptic seizures where the victims twitch on the floor while their astral selves slide into a voodoo netherworld of twisted paths and general nefariousness.

What a place!

• Fruits with cadaveric faces hang from the trees, dancing to the whistles of an invisible wind!
• Malevolent clouds shoot tendrils of black ink into the swarm of black birds that populate the sky!
• The surviving birds hunt for the eyes of those newbie astral ramblers!
• The selfsame eyes are offered as a tribute to bloated behemoths that crouch atop mountains of mud!
• Blinded, the astral ramblers have to find their way guided by the sounds of this ghastly place!

Guided by the music that the Dreams play!

Some walk into the lairs of zombie grizzlies. Some walk into quicksand. Some are snatched by the things that lurk in the putrescent swamps that stain this blasted country, while the skull-faced fruits cackle away.

And some ride the wave of spasms until the effects of the poison pass, run from all dangers like Japanese schoolgirls in a lo-fi survival horror trip. They make it back to our world, they get up, they dust their clothes and walk away watching over their shoulders, haunted by flashbacks of grimacing faces, drums banging in the distance, liquid silhouettes camouflaged in the darkness behind, sniggering.

They will come back, to hunt with the tribe. Once you have been touched by the Dreams, there is no going back pal.

The Dreams – Aloha Miami

The Dreams (no link soz) are to us the sound harbingers of an abstractedly sexual, pragmatically violent religion whose commandments are tattooed in skins, tattooed in drums. They are rocking our world a lot right now. Go get their Morbido LP from Kill Shaman.

If you coded up all of mankind’s creative and declarative exertions and productions into key themes, and uploaded your notes into a social networking software package able to link up the selfsame themes on their basis of their conceptual proximity, you would find, in one corner, a topical spider-web comprising things such as ‘beauty’, ‘sex’, ‘religion’, ‘mysticism’, ‘death’, ‘resurrection’, ‘the uncanny’ and ‘the supernatural’.

One of the main hurdles to the eventual enlightenment and sublimation of our species is that advocates of individual areas within this aural province have sought to elevate their pet theme above the others, dominate these other aspects, or suppress them.

Religious dogmatics, mindless hedonists, naff gurus and peddlers of crystals, carpe diem bitches and eschatological bores, I am looking at all of you.

Stop bickering and listen to Mirror Mirror.

Look at them as they levitate over the battlefield like Doctor Strange, and deploy the musical equivalent of the Eye of Agamotto to illuminate the edges of the one diamond where all these spiritual faces are bound, the light thus projected is black not because of a malign tendency, but because it is made of all the colours, the album named Interiors because it sweeps us inside, like a storm.

Mirror Mirror – Interiors (Jamstation Exteriors Remix)

It will be released on the 16th of August by the awesome folks at IGETRVNG. In the interim, we are leaving you with the sweet ghost-dubbed/bass-wobbled remix of the majestic title track by Jamstation (i.e. Bruno from Light Asylum), and the utterly stunning video for it, starring Rumi Missabu from the legendary Coquettes, who takes the screen by storm like the Diva for a Bond film dreamt by a feverish coterie of Czech avant-garde cineastes and Polish fantasy paperback illustrators.

You can get the song here.

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