THE GORE
by AMALGAMATED WONDERS OF THE WORLD
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Digital Album
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NOT DISSIMILAR
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THE CURE ATE MY HOMEWORK
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BOUNTY
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dISSous sous preSSIon
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I AM THE SHIT
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Z
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about
They emerged after the dust settled. They evolved in half light. This music set its self free when there was no music asked to come. It arrived unannounced, speckled in bespoke glistening dusk air, enchanting till dawns fragrant soft light breaches, and away again on a whisper till calmer pursuits pertain and sanity settles all around.
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released 12 December 2012
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CONFIGURATIONS 'N' GIZMOS:
ALL THE GIRLS AND THEIR FRIENDS
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CONFIGURATIONS 'N' GIZMOS:
ALL THE GIRLS AND THEIR FRIENDS
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"More 'Revolution 9’ & a lot less ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’
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'EVERYONE PLAYS DIFFERENTLY EACH TIME, I DON'T THINK WE COULD DO THE SAME THING TWICE EVEN IF WE WANTED, SO YEA, WHAT WAS THAT & WHAT'S NEXT REALLY!?' BD
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- Track Name: NOT DISSIMILAR
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We are reminded; this is what we originally fell in love with.
This is the intimate.
http://amalgamatedwondersoftheworld.wordpress.com/about/ - Track Name: INTERRUPTION OF AWARENESS
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When writing, rehearsing and recording with a band there is considerable down time. During this time self indulgent escapist’s pursuits are the main stay to keeping sane. There can be so much adrenaline, elation and ecstasy then suddenly nothing, a void that permeates, a cold sweat, like a hangover in the afternoon.
It is during this time this music was made.
... this is no more than a gate house, hunters lodge perhaps as we are so far off the road. Closer to the lake. Close to deep in the woods... - Track Name: SOMETHING IN THE NIGHT / LANGSAM HERAUSGESTELLT
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& I MISS YOU MORE THAN IF I EVER MET YOU . . .
... village in walking distance, cycle anywhere else. Inexpensive full bodied local wine, freshly baked baguettes and hummus to sustain till meal time. Good company, pleasant chats, considered pronouncements, witty retorts, rude jokes and the compulsory meanderings and sustained tangents over dinner spilling into desert and smokes. Throw another log on. - Track Name: "MURDER GOTH KIDS" (d'une beauté qui dépasse la mort elle-même)
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MURDER, MURDER GOTH
MURDER GOTH KIDS
KIDS
(repeat to fade)
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... she was on my shoulder most evenings, in the room continuously, taking control occasionally, winding it down, turning it low, staring slow. Gentle touch, gossamer. Finger prints on surface instructions, suggestions to stop, just stop, not even to listen, stop and be still. - Track Name: AMBIENT CREATURES / THE GORE SESSIONS / BDDJ
- THE CREATURES / PLUS /
- Track Name: THE CURE ATE MY HOMEWORK
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For the completion of the ‘album’ tapes of various performances and Jazz Funerals were played through an affected PA System with live mixing of levels, EQ and other simple desk manipulation. This ‘all hands on desk’ mix rounded off the recording sessions and the sweat on the knobs and perspiration in the performance right until the end can be heard and felt in this record as clearly as the noize itself... then there is this track, daft little electro workout just for some meaningless casual one night - fun!
I am not excusing it, I am including it for such. - Track Name: BOUNTY
- Came from the centre to the center... Spit and tears as faces too close with protruding tongues to magnify concentration and strength get full impact of the mini explosions of dust and fragments as the old bindings finally snap. The rope was all that had been holding the canvas cover together and it falls as the ropes give way, solid and firm like walls, like guardians with body shields and spears in hand toppling, their ankles shattered, ligaments severed. Six feet of canvas tall, four sheets wide plus the covering from the top in all its acquired dust and age slide to the ground in a pyroclastic flow. The aged and dust alone make a ferocious noise as they spill and fall and for the first time in ages hit the ground. A cloud engulfs the place. Like a stone circle the mushroom cloud swallows up the crate for a time, swallows up the whole hanger in opaque. It is a while before the dust settles. It is sometime before the crate in all its decrepit splendour is visible. Strange markings. Each undecipherable from the dirt and mould. Is it patterned, is it coloured in splendid detail, is it rank. The old reed rope, the canvas and all the description of knocks, bangs and weather it endured on its travels through the ages, although extensive and old, antiquated, still all familiar. The crate though, not a mere crate. A box. An exquisite box. Container. Vessel. Object. Single piece object. Complete, without joins, without parts, one complete six sided block. On removing the last of the rope and canvas covering from under the crate, the pallet beneath gave way, disintegrated. This prompted all to scurry and run for cover but there was not a peep from the crate. Nothing. Not a movement. It just hung there. Above the ground. Motionless, all be it askew, but only ever so slightly. While in the cargo hold, on docks or warehouses wrapped its bindings surrounded by freight and cargo it resembled such. Now in the warmth of day surrounded by human persons it resembles something very different indeed, something familiar, something laudable.
- Track Name: dISSous sous preSSIon
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High Octane, Million Dollar Caliber, Gold Cased, Diamond Tipped, Star Studded Suicide...
The sounds were ethereal and juxtaposed, not just to each other, but even to themselves. Harsh becoming gentle without ever losing its edge, calm whispered languid pads soared like cigarette smoke but on a scale of Jupiter, then dissolved in to polyrhythmic tones like children’s fingertips playing keys of marshmallow. Of the random sound files and patches I started to make a collage. I followed templates and used the same old software. Magic emerged. - Track Name: I AM THE SHIT
- I AM THE SHIT
- Track Name: Z
- Not so much music as time-varying distribution of spectral energy.
- Track Name: (et tu me manques plus que si jamais je vous ai rencontré)
- They are punch lines, not hooks.
