Page NU… Page O, OA… Page PHE… Page PHI… Page PHO… Page PHU… Page PI—PR… Page QUA… Page QUAN… Page QUE… Page QUY… Page RA… Page RAO… Page RI… Page RO… Page RU… Page SA… Page SAN… Page SAO… Page SE… Page SI… Page SO… Page SU… Page TA… Page THU… Page TI… Page TO… Some come for great assistance, and some are here to learn and evolve. Some do not have the highest of intentions. You must understand how to discern the extraterrestrial energies. This is a free-will universe, so all forms of life are allowed here.
Rather than a slight bobbing up and down, typical of the walk of most humans, the aliens seemed to glide along smoothly, almost as though they were on wheels rather than legs, with no discernible vertical movement of the body as they stepped from one leg to the other.
By now you can see that visitor reports are not new. The Bible is not the only ancient textbook place where these reports can be found and I therefore I decided to put the question to my friends. A good question to answer leads to a good life. With that to guide me, there are more to follow:.
This brings me to the subject of the technical details and descriptions of their ships. Do you bring lots of smaller reconnaissance craft in one large ship, or do you all voyage together in convoy?
The fuel involves restoring a battery storage unit. According to a number of widely varying reports, there are at least four different types of visitor spacecraft that have been documented. This involves the use of a pulse of positive and negative energy. The nuclear reactors are not stable on this planet. Both Mac and Tashni agree, however, that every crewmember can fly and navigate the craft, either by telepathic command or manually.
The ships will not burn up at high speed because a magnetically contained field completely surrounds each craft. The atmosphere cannot affect it. The main ship is used within the solar system. It can be used outside it, but travel is too long and the smaller craft would only be used for such long distance travel in extreme emergencies. They do have the capability to get to all the solar systems in the universe.
Tashni stated they use cryogenics to keep themselves in a state that would permit this kind of travel. Tashni calls this an illusional field. These weapons are used to deter outside intervention. When asked whom it is that they need to be protected from, as in other visitors, or us? The wavelengths emitted can be at any part of the spectrum, visible or invisible, meaning we only see them when they want us to see them.
The noise can be produced on purpose if necessary. It may be like an alarm bell for those who are to go on board. Coupled with the circular air-foil for lift, the craft would presumably have an unlimited range and airspeed. This may account for the reported absence of any noise. This report apparently included the following information.
It is round and domed at the top. The viewing ports are used only when flying at slower speeds during reconnaissance. The distance to the last planet is 1 hour and 32 minutes. Travel between galaxies involves an inter-dimensional jump. Time travel is possible, though in some cases not practical. To do an inter-dimensional jump one must accelerate to 1.
Obviously this can be done much faster in a smaller craft. The inter-dimensional jump is instantaneous but even in a small craft it takes 12 hours to get up to speed and another 12 to slow down again.
In a larger ship the acceleration period can be up to six months with slowing down taking almost as long. The more archaic the technology, the longer the time that it takes to get up to speed. Some planets have ships that take more than five years to reach jump speed. There is a full array of available technologies. Everyone is different.
They have been observing us closely…They are quite a distance from us — actually in another galaxy. They have special platforms where they keep their mother ships. They are also studying planets in other galaxies. No one else will even find the door. There is very little violence between planetary groups, but some systems endure civil wars between elements of their own populations. There is an Intergalactic Command that imposes quick and massive retribution against perpetrators of intergalactic expansionism.
This war has just now reached our borders. What is at stake is not the awakening of a foolish humanity that wants to keep its head buried in the sand, but a future for our children that is free from fear, imprisonment, and possibly genetic slavery or even genocide. We are entering a new stage in a long battle in which we must fight for the survival of our species.
We are now living in an age that requires courage above all things. If fortune favors the bold, so must be our destiny. There is far more light on this planet than any visitor can hope to cope with.
This is the great secret that they fear most, that we will discover our abilities and turn them away. Only love and light are permitted to be here. All others are to leave immediately. There he was slain at last by Eomer, the Third Marshal of the Mark, who dismounted Reflect - Gregorian (3) / Enigma 2* - Satisfaction (Cassette) fought him sword to sword. And over the wide fields the keen-eyed Riders hunted down the few Orcs that had escaped and still had strength to fly. As such, the human race was once a source of labour for an extraterrestrial civilization and still remains a possession today.
To keep control over its possession and to maintain Earth as something of a prison, that other civilization has bred never-ending conflict between human beings, has promoted human spiritual decay, and has erected on Earth conditions of unremitting hardship. This situation has existed for thousands of years and it continues today. It is only fair to offer comparisons and different ranges of opinion when discussing visitors.
Phillip Krapf described the craft he was taken onboard this way. Large floodlights played across the ship and a thousand portholes shone with interior lights. It has 16 decks along the outer rim, which is about feet thick at that point, and gradually rises to its highest point of decks or about 3, feet thick in the center…through its latitudinal axis, there are eight decks below and eight decks above on the rim, ranging to the center point of decks below and above the centerline.
Computers, of course, run the entire ship, as it requires only a handful of crew members to oversee its operation. Mac stated that the main ship deploys its pods from the backside of Jupiter. Is it us trimming the ship or does the ship trim us? There is an active intelligence that comes from neither the ship nor the pilot that affects them both. How can we contact you, and you us? You can communicate with rocks if you are intelligent enough. Believe me the rocks are doing their part.
The wavelengths emitted can be at any part of the spectrum, visible or invisible, meaning we can only see them when they want us to see them. Many different sounds and light sequences can be produced on demand. They are, in fact, coming back to show us what they have become. The sixth dimension is the home of our ancestors. It is the crossover dimension to what lies beyond, and it is from the dimension beyond the sixth that these beings come.
While locked in the cycle of birth and rebirth, an entity stays in the sixth Dimension 6D. Once an entity has left the cycle and moved on, one leaves the sixth dimension, but it remains a sort of portal. Sometimes a pilot will try to bleed a little extra performance out of the ship. Pushing the envelope tends to put one in hot water here, but living on the edge is what being an aviator of sorts is about.
Time travel came about because someone was looking for the ultimate dimensional edge. It turned out to be the ultimate growth tool. Certain crucial experiments were suggested and carried out, and in each case the results confirmed the validity of the alien science. Beyond this point the alien science just seemed to be incomprehensible.
These are constantly manipulated to create flight. The ships will not burn at high speed because a magnetic field completely surrounds the craft. The ships posted here on a full time basis, however, are subject to corrosion by atmospheric pollution. Tashni said that she understood that that we have been in contact longer than the few thousand years I was estimating.
Earth has been around for a very long time, and so have civilizations. When these civilizations are destroyed, all things about them are destroyed as well.
If there is nothing to find, there is nothing to remember. As one computer is replaced by another, we lose our ability to read earlier forms of information, and if this is not Reflect - Gregorian (3) / Enigma 2* - Satisfaction (Cassette) on paper, we lose it.
Professor Stanton T. What are your ships like inside? Is there a lot of room and are they comfortable to travel in? Do you sleep during transit, or are the flights short enough for you to stay awake throughout the trip? There have been many interesting flights which he indicated would have to be discussed at another time.
Aria has told me about a vision she had from inside one of the ships. She saw herself in a corridor with high walls about ten feet in heightthat were shiny and metallic, like burnished satin finished in stainless steel. She found herself dressed in a white full-length light-weight woven robe that flared out at the bottom. There were lights inside the corridor, and there were two people coming towards her.
They were dressed in a tunic-like top with straight tight leggings, and tall black leather boots. She went through this door and walked into a mist that floated straight ahead of her.
He stretched out his hand and welcomed her, and asked her if she knew why she was there. She felt that she was there as a teacher or priestess. There was no furniture in the room, but there were others there who seemed to be sitting on some kind of small short stool, covered by their robes. These people were all adults, and they were waiting for her to instruct them. For some reason this reminded me of storybook author C. Lewis speaking of people being like stars. There are three to a day passing through.
The most sophisticated craft however, get here so fast that there is no need to post them here. The active battle group sends a squadron here only when there is danger to the planet. If you knew the number of times that the idiots here have almost triggered nuclear wars by accident, it would tingle your spine. Thought energy is used to control the vessel. However in battle or other situations, the pilot still has a lot of control over what goes down.
Machines still have trouble with anticipation. If you are a pilot in battle, you sometimes just know when your opponent is going to perform a maneuver that you can exploit. The pilots always have the right to guess when it is time to engage in a little creativity. In battle or times of stress, the crews tend to put each person in the job that best suits them, even though theoretically everyone can do everything. Why else would they endure years of life flying in galaxies far away from their own.
Many pilots take their ships home for the weekend and park them in the front yard on some planets. But even some Zetas fly for command and after about a week they usually learn to enjoy it. But they are so telepathic they can learn to be just about anything. Those who like to fly will weasel their way into Intergalactic Command whatever planet we are born on. There are many accounts out there of the Zetas retreat from the surface of their world.
Pollution can make planets uninhabitable. This is a good lesson. However you can attach an anti-gravity unit to your kitchen table if you want, and fly it around. I suppose if you wanted to, you could even go up to ten thousand feet and turn it off. People would think you were really strange. They generally do not pursue the kinds of athletic interests that we do.
To them a hockey or football game would be like thinking about Roman gladiators. Remotes are incredibly intelligent time traveling computers that can do whatever people do, within the confines of their missions. Others are just barely capable of pulling off intergalactic travel at all.
Many craft are capable of refueling from any strong electric field. For some UFOs, this planet, Earth, is a refueling station. During this time the ship actually increases its mass. Each crewmember has rest time built into their active duty. One person both men and women are pilots can do everything on their own except combat. Because of differences in natural abilities people gravitate towards certain positions.
Other systems have people who are almost as anal retentive as those on Earth. One of the best-kept secrets of military history is that the less formal the chain of command is, the more likely you are to win a long engagement.
There has to be a shift and it has to be very carefully controlled. Their own form does not appear to be the same when we are gone as it is when we are with them. Their interaction is more fluid and their bodies become lighter and brighter. Tashni states that there can be up to six, depending on the type and size of the visiting group.
There are six ships in a squadron and they operate in wings of three for galactic command anyway. Only the Orions go for the big numbers. They come in waves hoping they will get lucky and one of them will ram you.
I looked up some additional information about the Sirians on the net. Sirians are spiritual warriors, and strongly connected to life-forms of dolphins and whales. Sirius is also known to the Dogons, a tribe living in an area with the same name in western Africa Mali. The Dogon have no difficulty in conceiving of intelligent life all over the universe. By the time a search team arrived, what remained of the object had been almost totally incinerated.
There are people who claim that the government does not want the public to know, because it wants to avoid public panic at all costs. Do you concur with this reason, and if not, what is the real reason the information is not shared?
They would have had to conceal their little experiment to make sure normal procedures were not followed. John E. Mack, M. His work in studying those people who have undergone the experience of being abducted should be the benchmark for measuring the validity of any other reports on the subject. He has included a summarized description of what happens to these victims in his book Abduction. A brief summary of some of the commonly reported details that he has gleaned, follows.
Once inside they may at first find that they are in a small dark room, a sort of vestibule. But soon they are taken into one or more larger rooms where the various procedures will occur. These rooms are brightly lit, with a hazy luminosity from indirect light sources in the walls. The atmosphere may be dank, cool, and occasionally even foul-smelling. The walls and ceilings are curved and usually white, although the floor may appear dark or even black. Computer-like consoles and other equipment and instruments line the sides of the rooms, which may have balconies and various levels and alcoves.
None of the equipment or instruments are quite like ones with which we are familiar…Furniture is sparse, limited generally to body-conforming chairs and tables with a single support stand that can tilt one way or another during the procedures.
The ambiance is generally sterile and cold, mechanistic and hospital-like, except when some sort of more complex staging occurs. The beings…are of several sorts. They appear as tall or short luminous entities that may be translucent or at least not altogether solid. Reptilian creatures have been seen…that seem to be carrying out mechanical functions. Nordic-looking blond human-like beings are seen and human helpers are sometimes observed working alongside the humanoid alien beings. The leader is usually felt to be male, although female leaders are also seen.
Gender difference is not determined so much anatomically as by an intuitive feeling that abductees find difficult to put into words. Feet are not seen directly, and are usually covered with single-piece boots. External genitalia, with rare exceptions…are not observed. The beings are hairless with no ears, have rudimentary nostril holes, and a thin slit for a mouth which rarely opens or is expressive of emotion. By far the most prominent features are huge, black eyes which curve upward and are more rounded toward the center of the head and pointed at the outer edge.
They seem to have no whites or pupils, although occasionally the abductee may be able to see a kind of eye inside the eye, with the outer blackness being a sort of goggle. The eyes…have a compelling power, and the abductees will often wish to avoid looking directly into them because of the overwhelming dread of their own sense of self, or loss of will, that occurs when they do so. In addition to boots, the aliens usually wear a form-fitting, single-piece, tuniclike garment, which is sparsely adorned.
A kind of cowl or hood is frequently reported. The leader or doctor is reported as slightly taller, perhaps four and a half or five feet at most, and has features similar to the smaller Greys, except that he may seem older or more wrinkled. The attitude of the abductees toward the leader is generally ambivalent. They often discover that they have known one leader-being throughout their lives and have a strong bond with him, experiencing a powerful, and even reciprocal, love relationship.
At the same time, they resent the control he has exercised in their lives. Communication between the aliens and humans is experienced as telepathic, mind to mind or thought to thought, with no specific common learned language being necessary. The procedures that occur on the ships…might be categorized as of two sorts, physical and informational. The abductee is usually undressed and is forced naked, or wearing only a single garment such as a T-shirt, onto a body-fitting table where most of the procedures occur.
The experiencer may be the only one undergoing the procedures during a particular abduction, or may see one, two, or many other human beings undergoing similar intrusions.
The abductees may feel as if the contents of their minds have been totally known, even, in a sense, taken over. Skin and hair, and other samples from inside the body, are taken with the use of various instruments that the abductees can sometimes describe in great detail. Extensive surgical-like procedures done inside the head have been described, which abductees feel may alter their nervous systems. The most common, and evidently most important procedures, involve the reproductive system.
For man and the universe would then be simple accidents of chance, thrust into existence for no reason. Without God the universe is the result of a cosmic accident, a chance explosion. There is no reason for which it exists. As for man, he is a freak of nature—a blind product of matter plus time plus chance. Man is just a lump of slime that evolved rationality.
There is no more purpose in life for the human race than for a species of insect; for both are the result of the blind interaction of chance and necessity. What is true of the universe and of the human race is also true of us as individuals.
Insofar as we are individual human beings, we are the result of certain combinations of heredity and environment. We are victims of a kind of genetic and environmental roulette. Biologists like Richard Dawkins regard man as an electro-chemical machine controlled by its mindless genes. If God does not exist, then you are just a miscarriage of nature, thrust into a purposeless universe to live a purposeless life.
So if God does not exist, that means that man and the universe exist to no purpose—since the end of everything is death—and that they came to be for no purpose, since they are only blind products of chance. In short, life is utterly without reason. Do you understand the gravity of the alternatives before us? For if God exists, then there is hope for man. But if God does not exist, then all we are left with is despair. Unfortunately, the mass of mankind do not realize this fact.
They continue on as though nothing has changed. I seek God! Or maybe he has gone on a voyage or emigrated! Then, writes Nietzsche, the madman turned in their midst and pierced them with his eyes. We have killed him —you and I. All of us are his murderers. But how have we done this?
How were we able to drink up the sea? Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon? What did we do when we unchained this earth from its sun? Whither is it moving now? Away from all suns? Are we not plunging continually? Backward, sideward, forward, in all directions? Is there any up or down left? Are we not straying as through an infinite nothing? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Has it not become colder? Is not night and more night coming on all the while?
Must not lanterns be lit in the morning? Do we not hear anything yet of the noise of the gravediggers who are burying God? And we have killed him. How shall we, the murderers of all murderers, comfort ourselves? The crowd stared at the madman in silence and astonishment.
At last he dashed his lantern to the ground. But Nietzsche predicted that someday people would realize the implications of their atheism; and this realization would usher in an age of nihilism—the destruction of all meaning and value in life.
The end of Christianity, wrote Nietzsche, means the advent of nihilism. This most gruesome of guests is standing already at the door. Most people still do not reflect on the consequences of atheism and so, like the crowd in the marketplace, go unknowingly on their way.
But when we realize, as did Nietzsche, what atheism implies, then Reflect - Gregorian (3) / Enigma 2* - Satisfaction (Cassette) question presses hard upon us: how shall we, the murderers of all murderers, comfort ourselves? About the only solution the atheist can offer is that we face the absurdity of life and live bravely. The fundamental problem with this solution, however, is that it is impossible to live consistently and happily within such a worldview.
If one lives consistently, he will not be happy; if one Reflect - Gregorian (3) / Enigma 2* - Satisfaction (Cassette) happily, it is only because he is not consistent. Francis Schaeffer has explained this point well.
Modern man, says Schaeffer, resides in a two-story universe. In the lower story is the finite world without God; here life is absurd, as we have seen. In the upper story are meaning, value, and purpose. Now modern man lives in the lower story because he believes there is no God. But he cannot live happily in such an absurd world; therefore, he continually makes leaps of faith into the upper story to affirm meaning, value, and purpose, even though he has no right to, since he does not believe in God.
Modern man is totally inconsistent when he makes this leap, because these values cannot exist without God, and man in his lower story does not have God. First, the area of meaning. We saw that without God, life has no meaning. Yet philosophers continue to live as though life does have meaning. For example, Sartre argued that one may create meaning for his life by freely choosing to follow a certain course of action.
Sartre himself chose Marxism. Now this is utterly inconsistent. It is inconsistent to say that life is objectively absurd and then to say that one may create meaning for his life. If life is really absurd, then man is trapped in the lower story. To try to create meaning in life represents a leap to the upper story. But Sartre has no basis for this leap. Without God, there can be no objective meaning in life.
For the universe does not really acquire meaning just because I happen to give it one. This is easy to see: for suppose I give the universe one meaning, and you give it another. Who is right? The answer, of course, is neither one. For the universe without God remains objectively meaningless, no matter how we regard it. The point is this: if God does not exist, then life is objectively meaningless; but man cannot live consistently and happily knowing that life is meaningless; so in order to be happy he pretends that life has meaning.
But this is, of course, entirely inconsistent—for without God, man and the universe are without any real significance. Turn now to the problem of value. Here is where the most blatant inconsistencies occur. First of all, atheistic humanists are totally inconsistent in affirming the traditional values of love and brotherhood.
Camus has been rightly criticized for inconsistently holding both to the absurdity of life and to the ethics of human love and brotherhood.
The two are logically incompatible. Bertrand Russell, too, was inconsistent. For though he was an atheist, he was an outspoken social critic, denouncing war and restrictions on sexual freedom. But Dostoyevsky also showed in his novels that man cannot live this way. He cannot live as though it is perfectly all right for soldiers to slaughter innocent children.
He cannot live as though it is all right for dictatorial regimes to follow a systematic program of physical torture of political prisoners. He cannot live as though it is all right for dictators like Pol Pot or Saddam Hussein to exterminate millions of their own countrymen. Everything in him cries out to say these acts are wrong—really wrong. But if there is no God, he cannot. So he makes a leap of faith and affirms values anyway. And when he does so, he reveals the inadequacy of a world without God.
Now I had heard stories of the Holocaust before and had even visited Dachau and Buchenwald, and I thought I was beyond shocking by further tales of horror.
But I found that I was not. Perhaps I had been made more sensitive by the recent birth of our beautiful baby girl, so that I applied the situations to her as they were related on the television. In any case, one woman prisoner, a nurse, told of how she was made the gynecologist at Auschwitz.
She observed that pregnant women were grouped together by the soldiers under the direction of Dr. Mengele and housed in the same barracks. Some time passed, and she noted that she no longer saw any of these women. She made inquiries. Mengele used them for vivisection. Another woman told of how Mengele had bound up her breasts so that she could not suckle her infant.
The doctor wanted to learn how long an infant could survive without nourishment. Desperately this poor woman tried to keep her baby alive by giving it pieces of bread soaked in coffee, but to no avail. Each day the baby lost weight, a fact that was eagerly monitored by Dr. I have brought a morphine injection that you can give to your child to end its life. At least save yourself. My heart was torn by these stories. And yet, if God does not exist, then in a sense, our world is Auschwitz: there is no right and wrong; all things are permitted.
But no atheist, no agnostic, can live consistently with such a view of life. Similarly Sartre, writing in the aftermath of the Second World War, condemned anti-Semitism, declaring that a doctrine that leads to extermination is not merely an opinion or matter of personal taste, of equal value with its opposite. Like Russell, he could not live with the implications of his own denial of ethical absolutes.
Neither can Richard Dawkins. A second problem for the atheist is that if God does not exist and there is no immortality, then all the evil acts of men go unpunished and all the sacrifices of good men go unrewarded. But who can live with such a view? Richard Wurmbrand, who has been tortured for his faith in communist prisons, says. The cruelty of atheism is hard to believe when man has no faith in the reward of good or the punishment of evil.
There is no reason to be human. There is no restraint from the depths of evil which is in man. We can do what we wish. And the same applies to acts of self-sacrifice. A number of years ago, a terrible mid-winter air disaster occurred when a plane leaving the Washington, D. As the rescue helicopters came, attention was focused on one man who again and again pushed the dangling rope ladder to other passengers rather than be pulled to safety himself.
Six times he passed the ladder by. When they came again, he was gone. He had freely given his life that others might live. The whole nation turned its eyes to this man in respect and admiration for the selfless and good act he had performed.
And yet, if the atheist is right, that man was not noble—he did the stupidest thing possible. He should have gone for the ladder first, pushed others away if necessary in order to survive. But to die for others he did not even know, to give up all the brief existence he would ever have—what for? For the atheist there can be no reason. Indeed, one will probably never find an atheist who lives consistently with his system.
For a universe without moral account-ability and devoid of value is unimaginably terrible. Unable to live in an impersonal universe in which everything is the product of blind chance, atheists sometimes begin to ascribe personality and motives to the physical processes themselves.
It is a bizarre way of speaking and represents a leap from the lower to the upper story. Sir Fred Hoyle, the English astronomer, attributes to the universe itself the qualities of God. Though these men profess not to believe in God, they smuggle in a God-substitute through the back door because they cannot bear to live in a universe in which everything is the chance result of impersonal forces.
Moreover, the only way that most people who deny purpose in life live happily is either by making up some purpose—which amounts to self-delusion as we saw with Sartre—or by not carrying their view Reflect - Gregorian (3) / Enigma 2* - Satisfaction (Cassette) its logical conclusions. Take the problem of death, for example. The study of music and the brain can be traced back to the work of Gall in the 18th century, continuing with John Hughli.
Whether regarded as a perplexing object, a morally captivating force, an ineffable entity beyond language, or an inescap. Jay Jayle are compelling. Bell Lungs sits at the middle of a host of possible routes. Her sound incorporates post-folk and drone, dream pop, noise and free improv, psychedelia and site-specific realisations, while her psychohistorian subject matter takes in the ancient, the near-ancient and the presently numinous: probing prehistoric spaces, the ghosts of the industrial age, day-to-day feelings and the slide into a new virtual existence space via online culture.
Reflecting these overlaid levels and what might be, at different perspective points, either shockingly near or completely occludedher vocal delivery steps between ornamental trad-folk crenellations, feathery ambient warbles and horrific screams.
His songwriting voice is a oddball surreal instinct leading inexorably towards songs about ants or baffling seductions.
In Edinburgh, Bell and Raiments are playing with Claquer — previously three-piece improvisers Claque until they spun off their American drummer an unspecified time ago. They deal in lo-fi clangs, loopings and scrapes and spoken word: momentary moment-music.
Also playing is Michael Clarkproviding slurred, wise, trepidatious and crepuscular folk music with fogrolls of noise behind an acoustic guitar. Despite being a Londoner, he sounds more like a moor-dweller; or like someone who lives in the kind of port city London used to be, one in which strange tales and intimation billow up the streets with the dock mist: this time out, his strange tales are backed up by a full band.
At other timesshe creates her own slumberous take on experimental countrified pop. Now the drums plus loopstations and recordings are used to create live solo tracks in which Zee employs a lo-fi, lo-technique approach to overlapping rhythm garlands and triggered conversations.
The London show at Paper Dress Vintage is an evening of music and spoken word put together by promoters Spilt Milk in order to raise money and awareness for North London Action for the Homeless. The Conventry and Brighton gigs appear to feature just Bell Lungs and Raiments on their own, but news just coming in re. Following the Raiments tour, Bell heads off separately for other shows.
David will be in the early stages of his own tour, which I really should cover on its own. Flexible Bristol almost-acoustic trio My Octopus Mind occupy a pleasing position, settled in their own web of connections between a number of different influences but reliant upon none of them. Ex-Lambhorneer Oliver Cocup adds refreshed drum bounce, and racing through the whole thing is a rivulet — or, more accurately, an unstoppable jet — of skittish Balkan folk. Linkings between folk music and heavy rock go back pretty much all of the way to the start of the latter, especially in Europe.
Nowadays, you can hardly move for this sort of thing sprouting up from Ireland to Israel: driving a guitar through a hefty amp seems like one of the most effective ways to kick off an interest in your own folk history. In many respects, latterday Anglo-Irish-Finnish heavy-folk-rockers Hexvessel hanker back to Tull — some of the lilts and jangles are there, as are the banging barn-door blurts of chunky electric guitar work — but they also trade in some of the dramatic minor keys and broody, nonconforming, subculture-meets-antiquity feel of Skyclad.
Of course, this is probably incidental: it would be more constructive to reconsidering the swirling body of interests and philosophy surrounding singer and prime mover Mat McNerney. This is primarily because under the corpse paint Kvohst always seems to have been a thoughtful and sensible chap with a well-calibrated bullshit detector, sorting the nourishing myths from the toxic ones. In a similar spirit, I think I should just leave the descriptions there, as they stand.
Understand them that way. Essex rap-rockers Collapsed Lung fit the latter definition nicely. In their case, the derailment seems to have been more of a choice to get back control over their own lives and satisfaction rather than allow themselves to have become a novelty act at the mercy of scamsters.
Having first tested the reunion waters inthey made a fuller comeback in and have been resurfacing periodically ever since, playing alongside contemporaries and sympathetic spirits like Senser and Jesus Jones. These days — middle aged ennui, social mores, feeling utterly out of touch. Their upcoming scatter of British dates from Huddersfield and London to Brighton and Minehead should see Collapsed Lung at their vinegary, middle-aged best: old dogs that can still raise a bark. The population trudge through a chaotic existence on top of each other with absolutely no hope of a better life.
Society is reduced to its base behaviour yet people still crave superficial fixes. The human condition carries on regardless. There is no outcome, no lessons to be learned.
The Scaramangas are playing three more dates during November, including a couple of one-band-only gigs in Bristol and London. Joining them for a second Huddersfield appearance in mid-November, however, are Northumbrian oddballs Sleepy People.
Suffice it to say that, after a lengthy time-out, they returned last year complete with original frontman Tiny Wood: he who also sings righteous freak-flaggery with Ultrasound. As a band Sleepy People are a conscious continuation of a particular kind of serious English whimsy — the kind that simmers and zigzags through Cardiacs, Syd Barrett, Gong, early Genesis.
Another common theme is that of rippling the skin of reality to apprehend the mysterious processes running underneath. Going back to the slick hook; to sidelining the appealing awkward vocal in favour of prettier bel canto pop voices; to putting back what was kicked over and setting aside what jars in favour of what flows.
Headliners Island Club are prime mood movers for this. The songs themselves travel well-packed, clean and joyful, bringing hints of story along with them, touching lightly on darker feelings but blowing them up with dashes of celestial harmony or summer-storm instrumentation. A shed-tinkering pop obsessive with a yen for Lindsey Buckingham, Prince, Haim and The them againhe bobs and bops along a faultline of sleekness and jaggedness, blending a Christmassy chillwave jangle with the brush and snag of his vocal nasality and his gauge-busting synth tones.
Bokito have bigger ambitions and keener, greedier ears. The work of a certain strand of metal band — the ones which cross-fertilise math-rock with tech-metal, latter-day prog and ecstatic noise — tend to grow and accumulate, like crystallography farms.
Each successive work is a bigger, more refracted and complex build upon the last. Thumpermonkey are in a school of their own, and they built it up themselves. The guitar sounds Jay provides at times sound like shattering glass and if he hits that red pedal of doom you know it means trouble for your hearing.
Her work is connected both by its high quality and its evocative, meticulous craft — a common sensibility of elegant, instinctual composition. Her compositions for piano, viola, cello and electronics combine tender solo performances with rousing arrangements… Her exacting style produces a fully formed, gorgeously crafted result. Levienaise-Farrouch is one to watch. Shida studied piano from the age of nine and began writing melodies on the instrument as soon as she could compose with two hands.
Most of the dates appear to be Kiran and band alone, though supports are promised but not yet confirmed or revealed for Dublin, Brighton, Birmingham, Newcastle and Norwich; and his festival appearances at This Must Be The Place, End of the Road and Ritual Union will be shared with other acts aplenty.
No doubt all details will surface over time. Quick news on three upcoming jazz gigs… well, three gigs and a tour.
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