Friday, May 13, 2011


glaciating is a noun (glacier) which becomes a verb, when used in the context of wall building.
glaciers are icy monuments which creep along slowly, exposing crevices in the surface.

no distortion (technically) and no muffs...
relatively cold sounding material, but it still has a bite of bitter crackling.
digital only name your own price (even free) on bandcamp...

review from Vital Weekly 791:

GRIZ+ZLOR  GLACIATING 1 & 2 ( 2 x  C-90's by Desiccated Husk)
Civilization, any civilization, is doomed because of the goldfish/castle phenomenon. This follows from an understanding of both Laurelle's non-philosophy and also from Deleuze's actualizations of the virtual. (I.E. The last instance for and of The One becomes only seemingly ever and ever present, not that it is, for it's a limit.) Memory and information, supplemented as it is now by the Wiki phenomenon brings with it the need to actualize phenomenon (create intensities) on global and Chaosmosic scales, the ability to instantiate and visualize, viralize the cosmos in
meta-phenomenonologies  and a kind of wishful thinking or ontologizing a real. The more we remember the more that there is to remember, - we remember to remember, place mark the place marks of a life, in other words as language is memory, differentiated memory capable of infinite flux, differentiations - Dx,Dy…or the empty set…  being as it, in itself is re-folded, music like everything else becomes more complex. Reality escapes us  in its superabundance, for example in the very act of reading say Joyce's Ulysses reality is mirrored and so escapes us in our inability to move into the mirrored world, we stand outside of it, suffering from but being aware and so scared - an Alzheimer's which is common to all systems of large dynamic memories… whereas it can distort, shape, enfold, endlessly re-reflect we remain static in front of it, only mentally as well as physically excluded. A tactic is to become a clone, a simulacra. Goldfish music is noise, yet one where even the cas
 tle has
been removed or destroyed in a granulation of sound. A sound of constant low static without synthesis so without time, so without  "ing", only the mundane reality outside of noise provides the real, rather than the complex illusions of mirror play - each telling the truth, each reflection univocally the world which is not noise. Thus HNW effectively walls off the mirror, or mirrors, like an opaque goldfish bowl of infinite size - being dimensionless, well 2x90 minutes here! though this 'time' can  only be given exterior to the work unlike musics internal clocks… and so becomes the limit as *reached*, leaving what could be called if we had a language- self, reality, the real, "This" (my favorite from java) but not The One, not being… better the Hollywood IT! or The Goldfish that is me. (Jliat)

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