Hanged Mans Orgasm. "Dissociation" CS
Self Abuse Records
Side A: A slow, measured breathing. The blowing of air over a microphone. The sparkle of tiny, flittering stars through electrical sparks. A creaking, muffled, fizzling whimper of electrons drowning. Behind it all, a lilting, unifying synth line... repeated over, and over, and over—sometimes warbling as if affected by the wind.
Scratches, not disruptive but curious. What is it? They? Is something moving in this barren, nighttime scene? The earth is breathing life into the landscape and the bugs, the rocks, the dirt achieve equal life. I am reminded of crickets—sometimes cicadas—in a communicative collusion which does not involve me. They interact despite my listening. I walk upstairs. The breathing, the bass rumble, is akin to my house's foundation come alive. It is a perfect analogous pace to a calm, thoughtful breath. Returning downstairs to the stereo, I find this relaxing with an implication of magic in its composition. Side A ends.
Side B: The second side opens with a larger void. Sounds of emptiness as filtered through the language of dark ambient. Contrarily, the rhythm is faster paced. More mechanical than electrical or sentient. Soft, vintage sci-fi sounds flutter into the musical lyric. More metal, electric groaning lost in the underlayment. Flittering sounds that bring to mind insects unseen in the night. The source recording material bears no direct relation to such things, I am convinced.
Muffled electro-acoustic music concrete which impresses that something, somewhere out there, is moving amidst the atmosphere. Sounds with vivid relation to mental imagery to my ears. At times, perhaps the electricity is trying to communicate, or move its rusting boulders intentionally. It wishes to uncover itself in fleeting, clearer, louder enunciations. The messages and intent is ambiguous. Not malicious but unsettling to those who do not comprehend the play.
The cassette closes with the distorted sounds' obscurity lifting a shade. A cautiously uplifting, pleasant synth line signals the approaching, comforting, dawn twilight.