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Confession
time. I know you’ll forgive me. Eventually. I killed my neighbours
cat. The little fuck had scratched my brand new car so it had to die.
Painfully. When they went away for a weekend I used my wife’s anti-depressants
to dope the little shit then strangled it slightly before nailing it to
their back door. A feline Jesus that died for its sins. Their screams
of horror upon returning still fill me with a joy unsurpassed even today.
Other peoples torment is my gratification.
I sleep soundly at night never regretting anything I’ve done. I
don’t suffer from insomnia. I don’t know if Insphera do but
they have their limited edition release dedicated to those who suffer
from it. If you were a caring person wishing to help those with sleep
problems you would probably write some very soothing music with the odd
chirps of birds or light winds flowing over grass or maybe even whale
song to lull them to close their eyes and drift away in a land of dreams.
Fuck that. Insphera instead have taken the route of trying to get under
the skin of someone who suffers from insomnia and put it to a delicious
concoction of dark ambient noise. Instead of little birds singing you
get the sound of abstract electronics, both harsh and fairly light in
structure, impregnating the senses. Instead of the wind over grass you
get dense waves of electronics depicting misery, depression and sleep
depravation. As for the Whale song. Well if the Whale was swimming off
the coast of Japan with a fucking harpoon stuck in its blowhole then it
would sound something like this. The maelstroms of noise that thunders
like a train going off the tracks is cancelled out by the subdued barren
ambience that is at the core of this recording. The tension that is built
slowly and methodically intensifies relentlessly to almost unbearable
levels totally drawing you into this world of personal dread and woe.
As a concept album to the effects of insomnia this succeeds on all levels.
As a piece of blackest ambient music this shines like an exploding star.
Pity there’s only 111 copies available. Sleep tight. Don’t
let the bugs bite.