Imagine music by René Magritte, arranged by Max Ernst and played at a carnival of lost souls...heard on the wind...from a distance...
...a kind of mystical masterpiece...a mirage flickering on the far horizon of an imaginary land...or in the case of Sardonis, an island dreamt up by Les Baxter...
...strings plucked, bowed and strummed form somnolent rhythms and waves of sound...sending the listener into a waking dream state where what is barely heard exerts a mesmerising kind of power...
...musique liquide...fantastical, morose, whimsical...wherein a lone trumpet or saxophone may meander...and the spirit of old-time finger-clicking Jazz and 'boom-ba-doom' vocals almost collapse, disappearing into the ether...
...electro-acoustic alchemy awash with submerged voices, strange strings and unnameable things that creak and groan in the night...
...like folk forms from a bygone future...
...playful & plaintive...
...a soundtrack for the film in your head that's filled with fantasmagorical sights and sounds...disturbing and delightful...
...electro-acoustic alchemy awash with submerged voices, strange strings and unnameable things that creak and groan in the night...
...like folk forms from a bygone future...
...playful & plaintive...
...a soundtrack for the film in your head that's filled with fantasmagorical sights and sounds...disturbing and delightful...
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