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artist · arkkon
release · rotunda
year · 2000
genre · electronic
label · soleilmoon
catalogue · sol95cd
website · freespace.virgin.net/arkkon.23/index.htm
date · 12-apr-2004
quality · 185kbps/44,1khz
source · compact disc
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01 in echelon 7:18
02 pitchblende 17:30
03 schlemmer 4:27
04 last transmission 23:26
05 crimes against nature 6:28
playtime · 00h 59m 09s
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in the guise of arkkon, london's david knight builds the dark,
experimental soundstructures of rotunda with synth, electronics,
tape manipulations and processing. oblique angles, dim lighting
and shifting floors make a journey through this dome unpredictable
to say the least...
soft (though discomforting) tones ring out from in echelon,
reverberating into unseen corners as eerie veils seem to rise in
the too-near distance. the 17.5 minutes of darkly radiant
pitchblende open on layers of warbly oscillations which flatten
into a groaning, windswept plane. that even keel is eventually
disrupted into a fluttering machine-like rhythm which phases out
as gently (though ominously) rising/falling violin sounds conclude
the piece. resonating bass tones wander an off-kilter trek through
schlemmer (4:26) and are pierced with echoey shards and strung
through with steely strands.
last transmission (23:25) encompasses a blackened soundscape of
lustmordian proportions... unknowable sonic streams both high and
low, blast furnace rumbles, smeary washouts, deeply distorted
voices and creepy chimes are only part of arkkon's ever-changing
house of madness. (i also think i heard the world's largest,
loudest bullfrog in there somewhere...) helicopter-blade-like
pulsations seems to slice the thick haze of crimes against nature;
in sinister tones of melodrama, lydia lunch provides vengefully
whispered voice and words against the twisting backdrop, which
buzzes out on penetratingly dispassionate electric chirps.
upon entering arkkon's shadowy rotunda, disorientingly
indecipherable soundforms surround to direct and/or impede your
progress. all is cloistered in darkness, though generally more of
a psychotic, rather than demonic, nature; still, the faint of
spirit may consider twice before stepping inside.
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