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Experimental evidence of massive-scale epic state contagion through oneiric networks

Featuring : Leisure Birds


Epic states can be transferred to others via oneiric networks, leading people to experience epic states without their awareness. Oneiric contagion is well established in religious experiments, with people experiencing epic sensations and epiphanies through oneiric networks.

Data from an all-encompassing astral network, collected over a 5000 year period suggests that longer-lasting states (e.g., enlightenment, transcendence, damnation) can be acquired through networks [Jodorowsky A (1973) Alahzred (700)], although the results are controversial.

In an experiment with people who sleep, we tested whether oneiric contagion occurs in out-of-body experiences through increasing the amount of epic content in the dreamscape.

When epic expressions were augmented, people experienced further epic reactions and behaviors, including enchanted-artifact questing, summoning of familiars from the netherworld, and construction of glowing palaces made of singing diamonds. These results indicate that epic states in oneiric networks influence our own epic states, constituting experimental evidence for massive-scale contagion via oneiric networks.


The experiment manipulated the extent to which people (N =689,003) were exposed to epic expressions in their dreamscape. This tested whether exposure to epic emotions changed people’s epic states, in particular whether exposure to epic content led people to act in ways that were consistent with the exposure. When a person entered into REM state, each dream-situation had between a 10% and 90% chance of being boosted with epic motifs including glimpses of scenes described in the Sword & Sorcery literature, Skyrim, and Boris Vallejo and John Buscema, as well as psychedelic motorik drones selected by the council of Elders, chaired by George R.R. Martin, Michael Moorcock and invocations of Robert E. Howard, Fritz Leiber and Angela Carter (see exhibit).

Exhibit: Tetrahedron


Leisure Birds – Seven Spirals

The sounds of Leisure Birds’ Tetrahedron exist in a dimension rubbing and, every so often, intersecting with ours. When it does, the sensation as if you were the sun dancing through a battle-cat’s cradle of megalithic constructions, or, in Seven Spirals, a puny unit of humanity splattered over a beach, just as the god-hand arrives with the gift of thunder.

You can acquire Tetrahedron from Moon Glyph.

Wall of sound of the worlds

Featuring : 555 + Telequanta


(Image part of 50watt’s latest Space Teriyaki)

According to their cosmology, when the Creator (Toem) went to war against Entropy (Uhcf), she sweated profusely, and each of the pearls of her sweat dropped through nothingness.

Eventually, Toem vanquished Uhcf to the end of the road of each thing, and, before passing, instituted the rules for the operation and development of every thing and their collective system henceforth.

Each of the pearls of Toem’s sweat became the seed of a world, which flourished or froze or waited or wilted, and its skies, its mountains, its storms and its shadows sang a history going back to Toem’s battle with Uhcf.

The mission of the Clan of the Critics (El-Madi) is to travel the galaxies listening closely, finding for each of the worlds its song, so that the full history of Toem’s sacrifice might be learned by all.


The song of world 555 is made of the clicks, claps and pops of the phosphorescent exoskeleton of an arthropod species as it toils diligently under the permanent aurora, building graceful hive-palaces or glyphs representing the words of the lyrics of 555’s song.

Songs also made of the rumble of these hive-bergs as they slide through the world’s dense oceans, and of the cawing of the pelican-like birds whose migratory patterns that their tectonic odyssey dictates.

The El Madi have filed 555’s song under the genres: “Wholeness Juke”, “Innis mode complexity trip”, G-fractal surfing”. 

555 – Som Hassel

Lovejoy Comet is included in 555’s Nine Gates Tape recently released by Moon Glyph.\


The Hidden Characters in Telequanta’s Metaverse aren’t so much the song that a planet sings, but the vibration emanating from a neon singularity that has absorbed the essential feeling of a zillion jams generated in tropical waterfronts all across the universe.

The simmer of possibility where the sea and the sky meet, the criminal flair of all harbours, the grace of the gradient, the hedonistic freedom of the tourist trap, all of these emotions shimmy in the user-friendly electro-beat, the blurry vocals and those drops blinding like paparazzi flashes, as the existential hero exits the fashion party, jumps in his sports car and, full of self-conscious emotion, accelerates towards that place where all the lines converge.

The El Madi have filed this under a genre best described by the hologram of a silhouette strutting with sexual confidence, a cheesy hint of fragility, something else, perhaps regret?

Telequanta – Hidden Characters

You can get Telequanta’s Metaverse from Datagarden.

Conan the Vain

Featuring : Lord Dog Bird


In a world where Conan the Barbarian was a thinly veiled remake of the Seventh Seal, producer Dino De Laurentiis has convinced Max von Sydow to prepare for his reworking of the role with a cocktail of steroids and codeine.  While the titan of Swedish cinema bench presses dragons, De Laurentiis approaches Brian Eno to provide the score.  Eno quickly turns in a work of haunting beauty; another drowned world of death and calm, hollow victories and self-awareness.

A little know Austrain actor is drafted in to play the pacifist spirit guide.  Spending most of the movie mute his eyes effortlessly mirror the dull blankness of the slaughter all around him.  It is a masterful performance.

Within the folds of Eno’s haunting soundtrack we find this gem, taken from a moment of eerie calm at the end of the movie.  Our Hero — in a moment of self awareness — has conquered the beast and found his life devoid of meaning.  A cold dawn breaks, tinted with the blood of his enemies and tourtured by the lamentations of their women.

During this, a voice is heard…

Lord Dog Bird – Vanity and Shame

Lord Dog Bird’s universe is one of almost spiritual sincerity and a earthy sense of a vast and uncanny world that Robert E Howard’s lunking hero would have recognised, if not understood.  It’s a world of stadium sized emotion spilling over a singularly lonely pump organ.

Lord Dog Bird’s The Trinity Knot is out now on Moon Glyph.  Get it right here.

The Glory of Your Cosmic Irrelevance

Featuring : Million Brazilians


When, in 1972, the Cthulhu cult made an infomercial* to promote their progressive forest based invocation ceremonies they reached out across time to the licensing department at Moon Glyph. Once the envelope — made up of folds so geometrically impossible that three postmen went insane in the process of delivering it — arrived, it was swiftly ripped open and tossed on a fire lest it contaminate the office. Inside  — written in a grey/purple hue — was a licensing deal based entirely around the exchange of small wooden carvings. Unfortunately, due to the laissez faire approach to time keeping by the immortal cult,  Moon Glyph had to wait several years for Million Brazilians to actually record the music in question but when they did, everyone agreed it was very fitting.

Namelessly sad, with a fine accompaniment of apocalyptic guitar wailing in the background. Murky percussion under a haunting, indistinct chant that wearily reaches out over aeons. Beautiful and scarred in a way that only those who have glimpsed the face of the old gods can know.

Million Brazilians – Untitled II

This is taken from Million Brazilians’ album Wet Dry Jungala which is a co-release between Moon Glyph and Psychic Sounds Research.  You can get it here right now.

*the snappily titled: The Glory of Your Cosmic Irrelevance in the Face of the Old Ones: Climate Change, Nuclear Armageddon and you.

Made it to the top 5 of the Khajit Singularitatian Church

Featuring : 555


Look there at the 20jazzfunkgreats people, levitating over a circle of stones behind their crumbling castle, what looks like an animist ritual and a paranormal manifestation is in truth a scientific experiment they are conducting, of disciplines yet to be codified in journals, conferences and paradigms. The seed of these new sciences floats in some blissful harmonies liquid like oceans floating across space, to connect the shores of distant planets.

555 – Mirror Paint Heatstroke

It has been a while since we featured a Moon Glyph release at the blog. We couldn’t have wished for a better way to reconnect with this incredible label, and with the Food Pyramid family that 555 is part of, than Mirror Paint Heatstroke, a jolly molecular bounce in the vein of many Brain Records heroes, coated in synthetic melodies that delight/unsettle us with their tapering beauty like the melodious chorus of a feline civilisation subliming into the light.

Acquire the Solar Express tape where it originates here.


Featuring : Cloudface + FWY


They sure liven things up, those visitors. We don’t see much people around nowadays. The farms only employ robots, and most of the youth moved to the coast, where the connection speeds are way faster.

Those who have stayed work and live in the webs. They rarely leave their houses. Their bodies are here, but they, they aren’t quite here, do you see what I mean?

This doesn’t help the business with the petrol station. To be frank, it hasn’t made a profit since ’17 at least. I stay afloat selling old stuff in the webs, and also with the craft beer business.

Why do I keep the petrol station open then? Hmm, I dunno, I suppose it keeps me grounded, doing work here in this side of the frontier. I’m no Luddite, mind, but I don’t quite want to move over to the webs like those people in their houses, plugged in, with their faces blue, that’s the way Mabel went, further down the pipes, and one day, one day she just wasn’t there. I miss Mabel.

It is odd, or maybe I’m odd. There sure are more of them in that side, than there are of me over here!

But I’m rambling again, sorry. You were interested in the visitors, what’s with the visitors? I don’t know what’s with the visitors. I’m not even sure who is a visitor and who isn’t.

Let’s see, who drives through this road? We have the automated transports, those sure aren’t visitors – they bring petrol and the shopping, and take parcels with old stuff I flog in the webs, and the crates of craft beer for the people in the city and further ways. We sometimes have agribusiness engineers coming through to fix whatever hardware can’t be taken care of by the drones, even the odd tourist who hasn’t been completely scared away by folk-tales about mutant bumblebees and tribes of headhunting hillbillies. And finally, researchers like you, curious about us folks who cannot let go of the old world.

The rest, I think, are visitors.

The first one came through six months ago or so, a creaking monstrosity looming over my little petrol station, swaying from one way to the other, with a fiery looking man perched atop it, dressed in a fancy white outfit. For a moment, I feared some of those headhunting hillbillies stories may not be such horseshit after all, and put the security drone on standby, but this thing didn’t even register in the sensors!! Anyway, it ignored me. It just went past, down there and around the curve and that was that. I described it to the we, and it said that, with high probability, what had passed in front of my eyes was a steamer ship!

Many more have come since then. Some are old-looking like the steamer, others look like vehicles from a science-fiction film, some resemble the bio-engineered freaks and chimeras they show on TV, but much more graceful in how they move. Dragons parading in front of my petrol station, go figure!

I can’t imagine where they come from, and for the love of me I can’t fathom where they are headed. They are all different, but they are the same in that they are something else, there is a strangeness about them, an intensity, as if they were so intent on whatever they are doing that they got lost, and they ended up here. Perhaps this is because here we are as far away from everywhere else as you can get – a midpoint in all odysseys where the traveller forgets his origin as well as his destination, to soar above the path.

I can sure get poetic speculating about these Visitors, that is something else I owe them. But my words can’t make them justice, better see for yourself.  Can you hear that, down the road? I think there is one coming right now, you are very lucky missus, here is a visitor, it should appear down the road any minute now, here it comes, hello, here it comes.


(Image above by Ben Jones via 50 Watts.)

If Cloudface is going anywhere, it is to a party. The vehicle is a maglev gondola whose streamlined elegance reminds us of Moebius’ visions, and the synth-spliced organicism of Chicago’s famed cadre. Its fuel is not the misspent sweat of a zillion wastrels, but the sympathy & energy flash generated by the beat that takes all the dancers to the dance-floor (now that’s a collective journey).

The Devonian Garden EP for which this is the title track contains many other melancholy dance gems whose rough edges aren’t mistakes, but quanta of surprise encoding messages connecting human dancers with human makers.

It’s a bouncy, pensive delight.

Cloudface – Devonian Garden

Devonian Gardens is coming out soon in Mood Hut.


Sometimes we think that driving & heartbreak & grim resolution & fire devils, zen introspection & bloodshot sunsets were all invented to provide a visual context for FWY’s motorik ballads.

Every track in ‘Any Exit’ is the segment of a route through ochre countries with hills populated by totems representing basic emotions connected to dynamism & acceleration. This sense of movement is shared throughout, with subtle shifts in mood. In 710 Again’s optimistic percussion, bass’ diesel growl & delicate but determined piano we find hope, the last boost before arriving to our destination, which may even be home, if only tonight.

FWY – 710 Again

The ‘Any Exit’ cassette can be acquired from Moon Glyph.

Arp of the Covenant

When we listen to albums like ‘Arp Navigators’, by 20Jazzfunkgreats heroes Food Pyramid & Roy Orb D. MT., there is one archetype that comes to mind, every time.

It is the Warrior on the Edge of Time that Hawkwind photographed for the front-cover of the self-same album. Therein is condensed the vastness of feeling of integration within a cosmic network this music inspires in us.

Today, the Warrior gazes down the cliff, into the chaotic mists buffeted by the winds of time, to see his future and his past, the trajectory of a lineage afflicted by a genetic addiction to wandering, to drowning in the symphonic gradients of the sunset, to splattering the eternal tapestry with blood once in a while, so as to pump prime the selection processes with which the universe renews itself.

Imagine the vector of slicing & hanging out up high with Imperial Eagles of the Assassin’s Creed Saga, but replace the Dan Brown effluvia that sadly pollute it, with a more primeval, and truer epic where Kirby, Jodorowski & Frank Herbert, to name a triad, blend into each other like facets in the diamond which is the Central Processing Unit at the heart of the Deus Ex Machina of which the warrior and indeed ourselves, are but ephemeral routines.

One way in which the Warrior processes the overwhelming sensory feedback ascending from the tides of time is like we have done ourselves today, by encoding it into icons of the legends that preceded him, and the sonic familiars that accompanied them in their journey past Blood Meridians of Morricone melancholy, under the rain of shards of constellations shattered by the wail of a Zenta guitar, into a parking lot where a white car waits, and in the trunk of the car a rifle, and a external hard-drive with an upload of Jan Hammer’s rampant brain, and Psilocybin-coated bullets, and some names, ours.

The reverie ends with our heads blown, and at peace.

Food Pyramid & Roy Orb D. MT. – Visualizer

Which is included in their joint release ‘Arp Navigators’ in the incredible Moon Glyph label.