The perfect soundtrack for decadent nights or introverted reading sessions, preferably combined. Pär Boström’s dreamlike soundscapes combines with the careful melodies and elegant structures of Simon Heath. You have a friend tonight and it calls itself the Black Corner Den.” A pipe, tinderbox and purple pillow for a tired head. Your booth at the far end stands prepared. Sweet smoke lingers in here where gentlemen gather to dream about the black sea. A left turn leads you down a set of stone stairs where the satin clad lounge welcomes you in. You pass trails of fire as the lamplighter tends to the myriad lanterns adorning the bridge. You grab the vial of black ink and the leather bound book as you scurry out the door into the humid night. The old loft lit by a wax candle, it’s light dancing over your oak desk. “The streets lay silent as the floor creeks under your bare feet. Lonely moments in the company of the night lamp, overlooking the messy pile of tape loops while the machines hummed and the piano played until the morning.Įxploring the opium dens at the end of the 19th century this album takes you deep into the soothing dreams of dead poets. Black Corner Den is the result of long winter studio sessions separated by the atlantic ocean but made possible by the internet. The two bearded Swedes join forces on this collaborative album.
Recommended for fans of Steam, Grit and Ghostly Ships flying through polluted skies The Saviour is a voice in the darkness that says: “Absorb our codices. But it cannot exist without being received by a conscious entity. The proto-dwellers have projected their immaculate permutations of the sacred message through rifts in time. They are the principal invocations of the forgotten, the diagnostic prophecies of the regeneration of the civilised world. The Covenant of Analogues propels its drone-scripts, the hieroglyphs of the perished few, from the proto-dwellers of the Maxime Cataclysmus. The divine loops of the source materials undergo their perpetual gyrations on the reel-to-reel of their venerable sound bursts. The Saviour god-ship surface-to-air vessel has been encoded with several encrypted editions of the Preservation Directive. They have committed their knowledge to musical intonations, to semblances of intellect in aural constructs, to the language of drones. An analogue heavy album with beautiful textures on warm subs.īehold, the sacred coding of the lapsed Planeteers. Lesa Listvy is back with their Second album on Cryo Chamber.
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