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Australian ambience from amongst myselves (gotta love the subtle schizophrenia
in that one!)...
This still life is not the kind with
fruits on a table... this is the kind with immersive ever-changing alien
atmospheres strewn with traces of more-Earthly musical essences.
The boiling substrata of Ra's Playground
(11:24) twists beneath glimmering shreds of tonal
ribbons and sharper crystalline chirps; from within this wormhole dimension
comes softly spoken words of unknown meaning, but only for a few moments,
after which this atmosphere fades to nothingness. Lower (and sparser)
tones travel on various planes through the phantasmal zones of Shepherd
of the Rings, an intriguing place indeed. Whispery electronics are engulfed
in a violent explosion of sound and its resulting vacuum rush as The Ground
Melts (1:46).
Cyclical space-notes rotate over
vast organ drones in Ship of Dreams, conjuring interstellar
visions before the piece evolves into an epic bit of snare-drum and synthorchestra
majesty.
Safe in Narwang Baru's vaporous streams eventually are permeated by percussive
pulsations.
Entrancingly murky Encounter at the Bay occurs within a deep, fluttering
stew; light symphonic
shimmers float above, while more-powerful drones plow straight through,
until ocean waves come
crashing.
The otherwise-smoothly-soaring breezes
of Lowell's Legacy are cried into by several echoey,
pitch-shifted bellowings and yells. Spiraling ephemera soaks in Darkness,
periodically blasted
by strong guitar blurts, then spaced-out electronics and voices. The adventure
continues until, following a bassy haze, the off-kilter plinks of Relics
of an Early Universe enigmatically waft in stasis.
steve roberts is amongst myselves;
he paints still life's offworld audioimagery with bold strokes
from his wide studio palette, decorating here and there with subtler sweeps.
An evolving panorama of 8.3 soundscenes which are anything but still.
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