REGOSPHERE/XIPHOID DEMENTIA-SUBTERRANEAN TRANSMIGRATION-SPLIT-CD
POWER ELECTRONICS/DARK AMBIENT/EXPERIMENTAL SOUNDSCAPES
COMES IN A JEWEL CASE WITH INSERT BOOKLET.
XIPHOID DEMENTIA IS:
I.) REGOSPHERE-PSYCHIC SURGERY/SECOND PROCEDURE:
High end feedback and wailing ambience opens the door to this sonic
journey.Deep semi-distorted synths and alien frequencies pour out as
clanging metal percussions begin.Rabid screams vibrate in the airwaves
along with nearly hidden stomping rythms and a myriad of sound that
resembles the chatter of a thousand gathered insects...Though the tone
does not quite sound or feel like something of our earthly realm.It sounds
like pulsating drills of electric energy are forcing their way into the center
of your mind and infiltrating your thoughts.mind control through audio
depravity.Death industrial percussions only and resonating feedback only
add to the overall feeling of imending doom.When there is no where to run
to...Not even in your own mind...The danger becomes very real.This is like all
those Lovecraftian nightmares of insanity and alien surgery you read of in the
early hours when sleep eludes you put into audio.Seven and a half minutes of
II.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-DESPONDENCY AQUIFER:
The first appearance by XIPHOID DEMENTIA takes a different but similar
approach to REGOSPHERE.This is quieter and almost more sinister because
of that.Icy tones over layers of deep synth movements.Fragile chimes rattle
in cold winds while others are played backwards at the same time.Frail metals
clang together and echo through damp and empty spaces.A ten minute exploration
deep into dark territory that should be lifeless...But the overwhelming feeling of
another presence can not be ignored.Ghosts dance as frozen wraiths as bells begin
to chime in startling clarity.The hands of a clock race as your heart begins to do the
same.Dreadful synths and frantic but controlled chaos takes over.This sounds the way
a panic attack feels.Certain dread that builds and becomes worse with each passing
moment.Huge percussions begin to beat out any comfort that you held within.Voices
of woe wail on the horrizon letting you know that this is not a safe place to be.It is almost
as if the voices of those damned to this Hell before you are in mourning of the life you lost
more so than screaming of their own suffering.Everything builds to a crescendo and then dies
down and fades...Like a bad dream...The kind you remember upon awakening...Those days
when you just don't feel right because of the experiences the night before.
III.) REGOSPHERE-THE DEVIL'S ICEBOX:
Static drones and falling rain...Or hissing steam...It is hard to say...Cosmic sounds warp and
wrap themselves deep within your ears.Thick synth bass beats hit hard and push you forward.
Deep synth keys like trumpets of war rise and fall as stirring strings amp up the eerieness.There
are semi-harsh swirls of crunching noise that make their presence known from time to time as
well as clashing metal sounds coming from somewhere beyond the line of sight.This is very visual
music as it commands the mind to create images to accompany the strange tones present here.
REGOSPHERE treads unexplored territory with an almost childlike but morbid curiosity.This can
be compared to artists like SKY BURIAL or SHOCK FRONTIER in some ways but REGOSPHERE
has still managed to make such styles all his own.Things get much quieter after some time and
wind down with low winds...Brittle chimes and various textures for atmosphere like movements
in water and such...I won't reveal too much as this is better left explored for yourself.
IV.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-BENEATH THE FOUNDATION:
Fissures split the earth.The clanging of metal pipes resonate.Landslides rush and vanish.
Rusty hinges swing open of their own accord.Welcome to Hell's furnace room.Haunting
ambience and lurking danger await in every direction.Carts are wheeled out displaying
instruments of torture.Doors are slammed locking souls inside their own personal damnation.
Sinister synths and crunching distortion fade into bleak feedback that lingers like the winter
fog.It sounds like caskets are being slammed shut in every direction...Surely their doors contain
nails or jagged spikes.This is what lays beneath the Devil's icebox...Beneath the foundation of
the very pit itself...Moaning sub-bass frequencies spill like thick black ink and smother the walls.
A massive realm of silent suffering is your home now.Piercing feedback rises in a chorus of pain.
Doors or coffin lids of rotted wood creak moved by unseen hands.Metal is scraped upon metal
creating a truly disturbing atmosphere.This is an utter orchestra of torment.Enjoy.
V.) REGOSPHERE-COFFIN DUST:
REGOSPHERE adds his final nail in the coffin.Knives scrape as they are sharpened in preperation
for nameless rituals.Dust and powder of unknown substance is thrown about.Synths rise to cleanse
the air as the time draws near.The earth shifts as if digging has commenced.We are witnessing an
occult burial rite.The dead gather as writhing ambience to recieve new souls to their pack.The
speech and clawing of impatient rodents has begun.Strands of noise cascade from low ceilings
for effect.We are deep in a dark cavernous grave.You can almost make out the squishing of
creeping maggots in motion.Dense death ambient to bid farwell to the departed.Pulsating
rythms and the sound of a hundred pick axes in unison.Clearing room for new arrivals.
And now comes the slumber of death as the soul is carried away by the static voices of the dead.
VI.) XIPHOID DEMENTIA-MINERAL RESSURECTION:
Booming percussions and clanging metals.Strange frequencies are transmitted in an attempt
at communication perhaps...With what form of being I do not know.Dreary ambience falls
like dim light through thick and gnarled trees.Even with all this it almost feels quiet...Too
quiet...Pulsing hammers of steel pound the earth into submission as they enter and violate
the womb of the world.Curious synths explore the freshly opened area in an array of stunning
textures and layers.Some sounding organic and others much more otherworldly...But they all
manage to blend in seemless perfection.Trumpets sound in triumph as huge drums of conquest
are beat loudly.This is not an exploration.This is a takeover.Militant and organized.A mission
to steal what is desired from forbidden realms at the heart of the world.Tribal percussions rattle
in the air.Supplies are gathered and machines are fired up.Bursts of steam rush as the task at hand
takes shape.Blasts of metallic noise assault what was once a calm enviornment.Steel is run across
steel.Tools are thrown into piles loud and carelessly.High end vibes are shot through the dirt and
soil like some sort of radar taking readings to keep things running smoothly.There is a system to
all of this.One that demands to be followed.Just as it begins it ends.Synths echo tones of doom
and fade away.Man has claimed ownership once more.There will be done.
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