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Once upon a time there was a coven of witches.
They magicked joyfully, with glee abundant. Their spells and incantations explored the outer reaches of myth, sound, experiment, and time. They were a family.
A dark night, the darkest and longest in centuries came. They chose this night for a powerful sacrifice. They offered up the past, their past, all of it, and their near future, every moment of it, to the unnamable gods outside of time and space in which they believed.
These beings (if indeed "being" is not too chaste and small a term) the coven had long understood were best left unrecognized, unworshipped, uncontemplated. To think of the gods in which they believed risked drawing attention from them, the unnamable, (or their interlocutors in our realm) and certainly no riskier proposition could be imagined.
Some magick, however, demands risk, the same way it demands sacrifice. If a witch cannot extinguish self, they cannot perform true magick. A calling must be answerable with a giving.
A giving this night was demanded, and the coven's sacrifice was great. Their name was taken. Their names were taken. Many of their number were taken, and left behind were three in one, a triadoccult, a being without self, a being of selves, a coven clashed within a nebulous body.
These damaged creature, stripped of past set out upon half a decade of creation, each new spell cast crafting a work of sound dissipated in its moment of completion. Their past stripped, their present became a mist.
These damaged creature spun their webs. They wandered lost in themselves amongst your world five years. In this time they died and were reborn. They became one, a new life. They set out to relearn how to sound and spell, how to cast and craft. They broke open their ribs to let in a new family through wound and pain; glory and being. They expelled poisons, knowing all they could ever be was poisonous; they expelled passions, knowing all they could dream was passion.
And they practiced.
This damaged creature's first magick after the many years in the desert of selves was an elegy. In this moment, the gods subtle piping finally channeled through them.
The triadoccult, now Sentimental Witches, set out to be that which could not be, to be the failed vessel of transmission. To be the crucible in which gold can never form, but through which past, present, future can be seen. They became the emptiness unimaginable desire could fill, a torrent stilled, a glimpse all this world could ever hear sane.
Many years learning this would take, lifetimes, but they were three lifetimes in one.
Their dismal experiments lasted years, as they voiced the sounds of those who existed further and further from magick and life.
This is one such experiment. The Rhythm Study was just what you might expect, a study of rhythm. For one year, (January 01, 02000 - December 31, 02000) the triadoccult, Sentimental Witches, explored rhythms every single day. Each recording was meant to be heard on repeat for 24 hours to capture a terran rhythm. Daily practice, it was hoped, could capture a solar rhythm. The goal was to try and understand rhythm/pattern/life/being, ours and theirs. Each daily rhythm/prayer/spellcasting/webweaving was recorded, and each week one incantation was chosen to burn to CD and package as part of a box set of 53 CDs (edition of 3.) These box sets were given away at the end of the year-long exercise. They were accompanied by leather and skin rugs made up of elements from the packaging. The gathered aural ichor was contained in etched glass runes intended to draw forth power without dilution.
credits
released January 1, 2001
Dedicated to
Alex Lukas
Coil
Jack & Marissa
TG
Pierre Schaeffer
Pierre Henry
Alvin Lucier
Ivo Malec
Pauline Oliveros
Amy Denio
Gordon Monahan
Har$ is consistently genius. His sounds & sound art are endlessly creative & inspiring. On thsi release, hear the history of art as told by the keytaps of students. Aesthetic & conceptual perfection. The Museum of Viral Memory
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Relaxing cosmic keyboard drones. Somewhere between the respectable ambient of Eno and the cheesier new age Hearts if Space label. Helps me relax before bed. Jean-Paul DuQuette
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