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i am not dead and here is some music

i felt it was incumbent on me to mention that, because you could be forgiven for thinking that i'd died, or suffered amnesia, or got taken away by aliens. and i wish i could tell you that this last ten days- the longest break i've had from the blog in years- was because of something groundbreaking, but it's really just been distractions and bad planning on my part. i failed to make time to post for a couple of days, and while i knew that i'd have a family visitor coming and should have scheduled a few posts, i didn't do that, so all of a sudden i was a few days into a dry streak with nothing prepared for my internet down time. in what little time i had to reflect on what a terrible blogger i was being, it did occur to me to post something, but thinky space was at a premium and i didn't think anyone would be really thrill to see a list of lipsticks i've worn this week, or instructions on how to ask someone if they want a sheep in welsh [dych chi eisiau dafad? you can thank me for that later.]

what i've been doing in the last few days, aside from indulging in some epic not blogging, is pretty much the same things that i always do. i've been doing music writey stuff for heathen harvest, working on languages, trying to write [still just trying, but trying more than i have been, which is less than i should be, but it's still something].

when i've had a few minutes here and there, i have managed to spend a little time on soundcloud and bandcamp, so in the absence of having something substantive, interesting or organised to say, here are some interesting tracks i've discovered in my searches.



considering how long i've been around the industrial/ power electronics/ noisy objectionable stuff scene, i'm surprised at how little i know about iron fist of the sun. there's no reason for that and, considering i write about this stuff, there's not even any excuse. this is a track from an ultra-limited cassette that i'm unlikely to ever get my hands on. so i'm just going to listen to this excerpt and feel sorry for myself.



i know pretty much nothing about this group, although i believe that their forthcoming album on zoharum is their proper debut. i got to use a bit of my pre-kindergarten polish looking for information about these guys, but i still couldn't turn up much beyond the fact that they are a polish duo. that's it. i find this track both hypnotic and unsettling and i just love how the dead can dance-esque vocals are electronically perverted as the song goes along.



this entire album sounds incredible. i feel like ant-zen are on a bit of a tear lately in terms of the quality of their releases, branching out beyond what some have come to expect, and at the same time showing something of their long-standing industrial pedigree



something about this reminds me of crackdown-era cabaret voltaire. it's got that slightly 80s electro-funk tinge [groovy rhythm meets robotic synth], but it's clearly a much more updated take on the idea. apparently these sounds come from dutch artist boris post, about whom i was able to find precious little beyond the fact that he has, in fact, released an album under this name before. also, "eindkrak" is a dutch term for the theoretical "big crunch", which is the flipside of the big bang, wherein we will all be crushed together and the universe will disappear. good times.

regular more like space programming will be resumed shortly. the mental health mondays series on personality disorders will continue next monday. i shall soon have something to say about bite beauty's new amuse bouche lipsticks. perhaps there will even be some new writing posted here at some point.

until then, thank you for not abandoning me entirely in my time of dereliction. 

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