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There is no music happening here – none whatsoever! If, however you are a sounds-junkie, noise lover, dark ambient fanatic, or into avant-garde experimental “music” then look no further. Draemgate offers a woefully dreary and dank walk into the catacombs of frozen worlds on the edge of sanity. What does a crop circle sound like? Do the deep places of space have voices, sing of mysteries? And what of occultic symbols and enigmatic patterns we find – have they something to say? Can anyone really translate visual information into the selfsame echo of its true auditory signal? Yes or no?
I quote Draemgate,
“The image-to-sound conversion process (invented by Matthew E. Kieren) . . . uses an image to create a unique sound. It does this by using mathematical algorithms to convert each individual pixel into frequency modulation. However, what really matters is the end result . . . Over a hundred images were used of crop circles, deep space nebulae, and other various designs and natural formations.”
Is this enjoyable? All sci-fi/fantasy/horror soundtrack fans need this and you doomers and ultra-goth goons should dig this scene. I found it a very interesting listen and I kept wondering what image created what piece. This is not for someone sitting alone at home on a stormy night with a fearful mindset. Fear and dread fill this CD and a foreboding essence weighs heavily throughout. Ooh fun!
Warning: Do not crank your speakers too loud as the dynamics of this recording might out your cheaper brands.
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me
I grew up listening to mainstream '70s rock then ended up on the staff at the college paper at San Diego State, and volunteered to review heavy metal LPs. My second semester, the music editor dropped a Fenton Robinson LP on my desk, Night Flight. You like metal; they play guitar--he plays guitar, the editor told me. If we don't run a review, Alligator Records is going to stop servicing us.
Night Flight opened up a whole new world for me--the blues led me, inevitably, to Basie, who led to Duke, who led to Mingus, who led to Miles, who led to ...