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Beyond thee Precipice ov a Kaoss Edge

by AMALGAMATED WONDERS OF THE WORLD

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1.
Open The Carnival Box 07:32
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But in the corner a man sat silent “What do you play, good sir?” they said “Who sit so silently with nothing at all to say” “I play the hurdy-gurdy The knife I also play” Said the man who sat so silently With nothing at all to say And he advanced with knife in hand And solemnly killed the entire band And he played the hurdy-gurdy And his music was so true So pretty and so new That the master’s little girl came out from under the piano stool Shaking her sleepy head and said “Oh –I’ve played at hoop and hide-and-seek At hopscotch too I’ve played And once I played with a bucket And once I played with a spade But that’s all over and done done done I want to play at murder But that’s all over and done, I want to Play the hurdy-gurdy” Fathers Lying Dead On The Ironing Board - 1985
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Edge Sculpture 08:51
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Faded posters invite to long since car-parked ballrooms and bingo-halled theatres with names of entertainers whom have been consumed, digested and regurgitated by worms in the intervening years and similarly afore by whiskey, gin and chorus girls.
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Televersion Set 07:44
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The wires vibrate and the suspended coloured bulbs, all faded and rain filled, rattle and sway in the eerie gloom, their light wains as the music swells, soaking each other’s power, exchanging light for sound and so on and so forth, like the exhausted trying to resuscitate the fatigued
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Transister Approach (free) 08:08
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The performance was in the rotunda beneath a large highly decorative gold dome supported by twelve Portland stone columns. Audience member huddled together under the great dome or lazed and hung around the surrounding ambulatory drown in dry ice, sweeping search lights and the echo echo echo from the natural acoustics.
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Ambassador Starsky ov Earth 07:35
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It is a wonderful thing ‘that’ what a bit of noise does to oneself, it is just a bit of noise after all, movement of air, three little bones and a massively complex organ interpreting assessing quantifying deliberating and responding in kind.
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Agnes & St. Augustine Aloysius Choral Symphony No. XXIII 06:21
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He picked at an old twig quietly humming to himself, humming and la la-ing a melody half remembered but mainly made up and as quickly forgot. He was not going anywhere in particular, just rambling this way and that, away from here mostly.
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Traversing Thee Temple Ruins Ov Salamander & Maldoror 1973 06:17
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Held together by great globules of grease which chokes and spits as the creakiness and strain from sea salt air on Victorian wrought iron buckle and contort, then on days when the wind picks up it picks off shards of egg shell blue paint raised off the surface on layers of rust and decay, tiny fragments fill the air and top ice creams of red eyed infants and scabby kneed kids
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ANS (by COIL) (Combobulated by Amalgamated Wonders of the World) 05:10
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...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.

'...prisms scurried toward it, always just a glimpse away, off around corners before I could be sure I seen them. But when I reached the crate, and put my hand on it, I knew then.’

Another reported after seeing the crate ‘I never minded since’.

One young dock hand said he had handled the crate twice through the same port. He also said he was a much older man then.

...the sound it made on its travels and the reoccurring themes, people still remembering the melodies and still humming them to this day, and on hearing their melodies now and from so many different people of all ages from so many different continents, cities, towns and ports, the melody is always consistent and follows through. It is a continuous piece with only fragments heard by individuals over some considerable time, decades and decades. Piecing together these remembered notes from random individuals it becomes clear that this is a narrative. A constant. It is a symphony of sorts. Perhaps it the most intriguing element of the story. This is its voice, it is sharing. The hum it gives off now in the hangar and for the past twenty years is a dull flat tone, it underscores the melodies collected from around the globe from all those humans it touched on its extensive travels. The notes and melody, tempo and pace are delightful, but the sound, the actual sound its self is beyond description. It is the blue whale and the old barn door, it is the felled tree and an ass in a gorge, it is too a four stroke engine biplane and a balloon full of bees buried an inch underground, it is the sound of stretching after a full sleep, it is a meadow, it is tranquillity bay, it is the voice of angels, it is the supernatural personified, is all the elements succumbing to a vortex, it is the colours of a supernova in hyper technicolor in all encompassing surround sound, it’s a baby’s ‘a-goo’.

Some field recordings in addition to the actual 'hum' for a richer picture.
Dr. Christopher B.Sc. M.Sc.

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released January 23, 2017

BDDJ glorified DJ Set featuring -
Antony Gormley / Colin Potter / Agnes Bernelle / Nirvana
Donnacha Costello / Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark
Drew McDowall / Passengers / Cyclobe / Maria Daniel
West India Company / BBC Archive / Duran Duran
Vince Clarke & Martyn Ware / Thompson Twins
Amalgamated Wonders of the World
Black Sun Productions / UN:
COIL / Nurse with Wound
KLF / Depeche Mode
Psychic TV
etc, etc, etc...

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