Life in the Dark EP (Maths side-project)

[zen]

For those unaware, I make music under the name Life in the Dark. It is dense, loud and depressed veryveryslowcore. The only instruments used are an old keyboard, a bass guitar and an old drum machine.

The first EP, entitled "The Sunya is Rising" is completed and will be available through Sunyata Recordings on limited CDR at some point soon. Until then you can stream the entire almost 25 minute track here - www.myspace.com/lifeinthedarkmusic

Bare in mind that myspace compresses audio very much, so the physical release will be far superior audio quality.

Thoughts?

[neiltotally]

ah, I'd heard about this stuff but didn't know the name, me likey very much.

[calwilton]

Very impressed, sounds awesome.

[holymiaow]

upon first listen, i loved it. looking forward to the physical release.

[PartyWound]

I needs some Moar Shoegaze
also Anne Sexton? at first it sounded like Sylvia Plath but then i figured it out with "Same old trees stepping towards me"

[zen]

Anne Sexton, yep. I really love that poem, and when trying to think of a sample to use for the song I immediately thought of that.

"Darkness
as black as your eyelid,
poketricks of stars,
the yellow mouth,
the smell of a stranger,
dawn coming up,
dark blue,
no stars,
the smell of a love,
warmer now
as authenic as soap,
wave after wave
of lightness
and the birds in their chains
going mad with throat noises,
the birds in their tracks
yelling into their cheeks like clowns,
lighter, lighter,
the stars gone,
the trees appearing in their green hoods,
the house appearing across the way,
the road and its sad macadam,
the rock walls losing their cotton,
lighter, lighter,
letting the dog out and seeing
fog lift by her legs,
a gauze dance,
lighter, lighter,
yellow, blue at the tops of trees,
more God, more God everywhere,
lighter, lighter,
more world everywhere,
sheets bent back for people,
the strange heads of love
and breakfast,
that sacrament,
lighter, yellower,
like the yolk of eggs,
the flies gathering at the windowpane,
the dog inside whining for good
and the day commencing,
not to die, not to die,
as in the last day breaking,
a final day digesting itself,
lighter, lighter,
the endless colors,
the same old trees stepping toward me,
the rock unpacking its crevices,
breakfast like a dream
and the whole day to live through,
steadfast, deep, interior.
After the death,
after the black of black,
the lightness,—
not to die, not to die—
that God begot."

Thanks for checking it out everyone.