BLEEPS FROM OUTER SPACE
...even now, there are only embers, and man sees not light, but only endless nights...
BLEEPS FROM OUTER SPACE
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korhwythkevrinek:

Talking to a YOUNG PERSON today, who told me she had been listening to SAW2 (probably because I’d been raving about “SAWs” as a concept), I realised that for all the gifts and wonders that today’s modern interweb and Spotify and YouTube bring… it comes at a cost.

Part of the whole beguiling mystery of this record is not just the strange, compulsive soundscapes within. It’s the fact that this was a record without names. Each track was accompanied, through a code, by an equally strange, beguiling, mysterious picture, designed maybe to describe, maybe to accompany or heighten, the mood of each piece. But the message was clear: these were emotional states of mind that couldn’t properly be put into words, snatches of dreams, glimpses from the corner of the eye, hypnogogic states, acid trips. It’s part of the whole… myth-making thing of Aphex Twin, along with lucid dreaming and synaesthesia.

Obviously, over the past 20 years, there have come to be what are known as the “fan fiction” names, attempted descriptions of the images - though these are often less descriptive than staring at a warm, orange-ish photographic blur. But it’s funny, realising that I have no idea what “track 3” is; but I know exactly which one “rhubarb” is. (Especially because the running order is slightly different between formats and countries.

It’s just funny; things I never thought about when I tell someone to go check out an artist on Spotify - just how different that experience might be, better, worse, just different, from how we discovered things in the olden days.
korhwythkevrinek:

Talking to a YOUNG PERSON today, who told me she had been listening to SAW2 (probably because I’d been raving about “SAWs” as a concept), I realised that for all the gifts and wonders that today’s modern interweb and Spotify and YouTube bring… it comes at a cost.

Part of the whole beguiling mystery of this record is not just the strange, compulsive soundscapes within. It’s the fact that this was a record without names. Each track was accompanied, through a code, by an equally strange, beguiling, mysterious picture, designed maybe to describe, maybe to accompany or heighten, the mood of each piece. But the message was clear: these were emotional states of mind that couldn’t properly be put into words, snatches of dreams, glimpses from the corner of the eye, hypnogogic states, acid trips. It’s part of the whole… myth-making thing of Aphex Twin, along with lucid dreaming and synaesthesia.

Obviously, over the past 20 years, there have come to be what are known as the “fan fiction” names, attempted descriptions of the images - though these are often less descriptive than staring at a warm, orange-ish photographic blur. But it’s funny, realising that I have no idea what “track 3” is; but I know exactly which one “rhubarb” is. (Especially because the running order is slightly different between formats and countries.

It’s just funny; things I never thought about when I tell someone to go check out an artist on Spotify - just how different that experience might be, better, worse, just different, from how we discovered things in the olden days.
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Under the Skin
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queenmegmasters:

Under The Skin (2013)
queenmegmasters:

Under The Skin (2013)
queenmegmasters:

Under The Skin (2013)
queenmegmasters:

Under The Skin (2013)
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dumbmovieblog:

Under the Skin (2013)
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