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Depersonalization. To no longer inhabit oneself. To drift listlessly through fleeing days, a powerless spectator to one’s own nonexistence—an extinguished automaton, yet boiling quietly with anxiety beneath the surface. The ultimate disincarnation of being, suspended inside an ever-deepening vertigo. A muffled perception of the world. The sensation of witnessing everything else from behind a pane of glass—dirty, greasy, tarnished, dust-choked, veiled beneath the cobwebs of a thousand years. To feel— no. To KNOW —that our gestures are no longer ours. That everything surrounding us is merely subterfuge: some futile, haunted theatre performing itself for nobody. To live inside a waking nightmare. To attempt, often in vain, to anchor oneself through obsessive rituals and unhealthy compulsions. Anything to remain here. Anything to prove that here still exists. My hands tremble. An opaque fog settles over everything. Voices arrive from very far away. Mechanical. Deliberate. Calculated. Faces become representations of faces. Rooms become representations of rooms. The body continues its little procedures without asking whether anyone is still inside. And somewhere behind the eyes— nothing answers. ḙ̴̲̲͈̜͚̈́̐͋̄̑̚͜͝m̵̳̩͙͓̲͈̙̳̾̐̋͘͜͜p̴̛̺̲̭̩͖̞̝̘͚͑͛̃̓̅̐͊̈́̕ț̸́͛̏̎͘ý̵͎̥̪̣͊̈́ ̸͖͍͖̞͈͉̝̭̌͊̓́́̉͛̚͜v̸̧̛̀̈́̅͂̂̓̕a̶̙̖̘̓̅l̵̗͍̲̪̻̖̫͋̉̀̉ṳ̵̥̩̙͈͛̋́͋̂̽̑̆̇̋e̵̛̹͖͓͌̋̉̓̑ Listening to this album—so grey, so dim, so drained of all warmth—from minimal noise wall master Empty Value feels like sinking directly into the torments of depersonalization and derealization. A wall not erected before you, but somewhere between yourself and the world. And gradually, quietly, terribly— between yourself and yourself. A masterful work. -Sir Kuliktavikt
New Exsomnus. A new inner withdrawal. A deeper retrenchment inside the foam and the abyss of dying days, a zone where one does not truly exist anymore, reduced to an automaton repeating pre-ordered gestures, movements inherited rather than chosen. A search conducted with the mind elsewhere, drifting, for new sonic paradigms. It unfolds through field recordings gathered during a slow wandering inside the first white storm of November, inside those vaporous comas where one lies stranded like a millenary wreck, unable to impose order on the other storm, the one raging endlessly inside the skull. An anti-music that is neither hostile nor joyful. Neither confrontational nor conciliatory. It claims nothing, demands nothing, resists nothing. Except absence. -Sir Kuliktavikt
The Vision of Saint Francis of Assisi marks the beginning of a new ECHØVEIL series devoted to the back catalogue of one of the most singular and essential voices to emerge from experimental noise in recent years: Saint Elisabeth. The Vision was my first passage into the quietly immense world of Saint Elisabeth, and it remains a profound privilege to be able to share this work. Across eighteen minutes, it unfolds as an experience of ethereal, ambient, and minimal noise that invites meditation rather than spectacle. It is a music of gathering and release, of questioning and inward listening, of emptiness edged with moments of fragile euphoria. What descends upon the listener feels less like sound than a fine rain of silvered metal, falling slowly, insistently, until even the most imploring interior spaces begin to soften and glow. There is nothing else that sounds quite like this. In his search for the divine within noise, Saint Elisabeth touches something rare: a form of transcendence that does not announce itself, but hums softly at the edge of perception. Beautiful without ornament. Severe without cruelty. Essential. Prodigious. -Sir Kuliktavikt saintelisabeth.bandcamp.com Saint Elisabeth is also one half of Blacksmith and co-curator of Blacksmith Noise Records: blacksmithnoiserecords.bandcamp.com
