Field Hymns

fh040-500x348Traced Landscapes is the law of correspondence seen from the rear view mirror of a departing space shuttle. A record of the parallel grown between macroscopic and microscopic in the basic urge for pattern, order, and meaning. Or like a thin sheet of paper — the copied blueprints of grand and unfathomable designs. These tracks are alien artifacts unearthed in parched deserts, planets orbiting like electrons, scale a relative term in washes of synthesized serendipity and filtered waves crashing upon shores of conscious reflection. The revelation is akin to the experience of Oedipa Maas in Pynchon’s The Crying of Lot 49 as she senses the strange connection between city and circuit, “…she thought of the time she’d opened a transistor radio to replace a battery and seen her first printed circuit. The ordered swirl of houses and streets, from this high angle, sprang at her now with the same unexpected, astonishing clarity as the circuit card had . . . there were to both outward patterns a hieroglyphic sense of concealed meaning, of an intent to communicate.” Please enjoy the ride.

fh041-500x355Akron, Ohio synthesists Cane Swords return to ultra-terrestrial form with an analog odyssey of planetary drift and tindered timbre to fuel interstellar craft seeking deep space revelation. Washes of infinite blue light cool the jet stream as a profusion of electronic sounds wobble cosmic in long form meditations and bursts of sonic spasm. Like a soundtrack to a lost Painlevé film about the deepest riches of hyperdimensional scuba diving heard through beams of teslascope and fractured telegraph — Temple Swords elicits wonder in the true face of the infinite. Requisite listening for deep winter nights both in Sol system and abroad.


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