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Somehow I feel I'm not supposed to leave this place...

Silent Hill. Its dying streets misplaced beneath a poisonous fog. Derelict buildings breathing through broken windows. Empty rooms that somehow remember who suffered inside them. Rust. Dampness. Fluorescent lights trembling themselves toward extinction. Something dragging itself behind a wall. And beneath all of it: the unbearable suspicion that the town knows you. That it has been waiting. A purgatory built not from bricks but from trauma, guilt, repression, depression, unspeakable fears—the soft internal catastrophes we bury deep enough to pretend they have stopped moving. A kind of Lovecraftian Solaris, perhaps, reshaping itself around the wounds of whoever wanders too far inside. Its post-human abominations crawl from this psychic architecture like Francis Bacon figures somehow taught to breathe. With Somehow I feel I'm not supposed to leave this place..., Hemwick does not merely pay tribute to this universe. He extends it. Another condemned corridor has appeared where there wasn't one before. The album is magnificently desolate: feverish, frozen, deconstructed, deeply wrong. Antiquated dark ambient wanders through carbonized death-industrial machinery; grief-stricken drones dissolve into spectral lo-fi electronics; distant metallic convulsions, diseased frequencies and glacial sound-effects emerge and disappear like things glimpsed through fog that perhaps should not be approached. Everything feels abandoned. Everything feels inhabited. A deliciously hideous work of sonic macabre—music for wandering through places that construct themselves from memories you were never supposed to recover. And somewhere, impossibly far behind you, a door has closed. You don't remember opening it. -Sir Kuliktavikt

Violet A. Foster

Rune

Violet is back again with another exhale of drone dark ambient. Swells and valleys of sound to explore the inner mechanisms of yourself. What do you hear and see? Runes tell all.

RANDEL .the ghost.

haunted1

it's that time of year again, the eerie creepy autumn settles into a chill gust. The season of change and death. RANDEL .the ghost. returns to continue the "haunted" series - an homage to the Caretaker releases. I had to create some haunted ballroom music myself. haunted1 takes themes from insanity and drunkenness' - the complete unraveling and deterioration of the heart and soul. Through world pain, addiction and eventually madness, hauntings are much more real than we think ~

UgUrGkuliktavikt & les hommes-chiens

UgUrGkuliktavikt / les hommes-chiens

FACE ONIRIQUE - UGURGKULIKTAVIKT Enregistré du printemps à l'automne 2024. UgUrGkuliktavikt s'articule ici autour de : Sir. kuliktavikt : claviers, bruits, voix, échantillonnage, fossoyeur de caveaux sonores immémorés François Zaidan : propulseur de dimensions sonores insoupçonnées (mix, prod et décrassage des immondices) Andrea Prochazka : sorcellerie vocale démultipliée sur "Déchéance et Élévation" Remerciements : - Les Hommes-Chiens pour l'inspiration et l'intention première qui fut celle d'amalgamer nos univers sonores à la fois disparates et hautement complémentaires - Frédérick Durand pour son amitié sincère et pour le titre "Quand s'éteindra la dernière chandelle" qui, à l'origine, est celui d'un de ses plus puissants romans (dont les lectures répétées auront inspiré la matière sonore du dit morceau). - Mes précieux collaborateurs de s'être prêtés à l'expérience avec volupté et plaisir. --- FACE CHIMÉRIQUE - LES HOMMES-CHIENS Enregistré entre 2021 et 2024 (restant de peste et nouvelle lumière) S : Roland Juno-60 F : Guitare et Roland SH 1000 J : Synth modulaire Merci à UgUrGkuliktavikt, aux magiciens Guillaume et Pierre, aux mythes, à la vérité et à la matière noire.

wading through decay

gone

This project and this music came out of some of the darkest times for me, and it took almost two years to complete the album. I was dead set on creating and exploring these worlds, finding and making the field recordings I needed, working with all these different sounds to bring them to life. I've got the whole concept and all the lore in my head, but I have absolutely no idea how to put it into words. It's been a journey deep within myself, and I'm determined to continue exploring what's hidden in the deep darkness within. But until then... here is 'gone'. - wading through decay