DARK AMBIENT/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A 4 PANEL DIGI-PACK.
Here SKORNEG takes us on a journey.An exploration through
places that man has forgotten or never known of to begin with.
The darkest, coldest realms are where they chose to dwell and
uncover.So of course this is right at home on Malignant Records
who have been delivering high quality Death Industrial and Dark
Ambient for years now.The album centers around frozen landscapes,
Barren frost covered wastelands and wind swept caverns lost within
the bowels of the earth.Synth strings stir and gain momentum as all
is flooded in icy ambience.Layers and textures build and dance as
something shuffles in the dim moonlight that bathes the icy walls
of a blue world unseen by most mortal men.Light percussion like
trudging through waist high snow.Winds howl creating a gentle but
fierce hum in the air.Deep sub-bass undercurrents push us further in
and further down as we descend deeper into the unknown.Metallic
tools scrape and carve a path to explore as the intensity grows as it
attempts to overwhelm any wearing travellers.Eroding and wearing
down everything in sight in slow motion.Low breezes of static fill the
empty spaces and nothing is left untouched.What sounds like voices
can be heard moaning in the wind but this is surely a trick of the mind
when in such a treacherous and frightful place.Every layered texture begins
to swirl in a vortex of cold wind and colder ambience until all lines begin
to blur and we are lost terrified and alone in the deepest depths of places
unnamed.Almost tribal percussions are heard stomping like a ritual come
to chose a sacrifice for a fast approaching festival of occult worship.Everything
winds down and begins to fade as we are carried away to our fate...Whatever
that may be...
The atmosphere is electric.And almost feels hostile.It seems as if the very pulse
of this pitch black night is a warning.Ambience hovers and howls as deep synth
waves.Hidden static can be heard like the speech of insects that make their
presence known but never reveal their forms.Thick synths like sounding trumpets
prepare us for whats to come.Industrial percussions begin like the hands of a clock
counting down the remaining time before death.Reversed rythms play backwards
as sands quickly run through the hourglass.It feels like you are in a place of great
awaiting danger and peril.Where wolves circle in wait of your collapse so that they
can feel their stomachs while your flesh is still warm.Time shifts and stops.These are
those last few surreal moments of high anxiety where the reality of your situation
starts to sink in.Time begins again...Racing backwards as your meaningless life flashes
before your eyes.Volume and tempo increase as the time of your departure is only a
few moments away.Fear and denial sink their claws and teeth into your tender guts.
Less than five minutes remain.The angels of death sound their horns as black clouds
crack open exposing the great vast darkness of the sky.The angel of death descends
and slowly extracts your soul and takes it for his own.The trumpets fade as do you.
Thick darkness spreads and expands.Sub-bass pulses attempt to hide in vain as their
presence is too great.Cold winds cloak the atmosphere...And SKORNEG is all about
atmosphere.Similar to ABANDONED ASYLUM or even some of the work of T.O.M.B.
at times.Buzzing electricity charges the air like a coven of fireflies.The wings of other
insects beat in the darker areas that the shadows have made their home.Drones build
and pulse ever onwards in a manner similar to what you would hear as a backing layer
in many Power Electronics tracks.Glitching signals hum from broken radios.Crystal
winds bite the flesh in bitter disgust as they violently reach for anyone and anything.
Everything form into one rythm but never loses the identity of each individual layer.
Like a composite golem of sound.Nameless beasts breath deep and growl sounding
like they are too close for comfort.Skorneg very effectively transports you to places
you would not normally go under any circumstances.What happens there.None can
say for sure.Guess you will just have to find out for yourself.
If any of you have read Dante's Inferno then you know that the lowest level of Hell
is composed of ice and reserved for only the cruelest offenders.Looks like you were
one of them.Welcome to Hell...Glass and ice scrape together over murky ambience
that just doesn't feel too friendly at all.Geysers bubble and froth as the static wings
of locusts fill the dead air.Voices whisper curses and prayers...Neither being of any
use here.Percussions are heard like the performance of unknown tortures beyond
sight and probably better that they are.This is the "slowest" track on the album as
well as the most "quiet"...Mournful winds shamble in depression as multiple layers
of tones that serve as pure atmosphere struggle for dominance.All is cold to the point
that you are numb which is your only solace here...Though it is a comfort that never
lasts long.Rythms are played by unknown entities on glass pipes and cylinders for no
reason other than to make you even more uncomfortable as you wonder what the
source of it is.Electronics are used to great effect to keep things interesting as you
await your next session of torture in damnation.Machines push and pull air in mockery
of the long hours of meaningless work your life was wasted on.Yet another pulsing rythm
begins signaling the approach of your ungodly host.Your turn for torment is near.You
would be biting your nails right now if they were'nt locked in frozen shackles.What
happens next is to be left to the imagination.We end with a consuming feeling of dread.
It has been said that hopelessness is all we have.Take it as gospel.
IMAGINE YOU ARE A LOST SPIRIT.UNAWARE THAT YOU ARE DEAD.
IF THERE WAS A SOUNDTRACK TO WANDERING IN HOPELESSNESS
FOREVER.THIS WOULD BE IT: