Inside No. 9, Season 3, Episode #29: It’s at its worst when it’s at its clearest
Ravenously avant-garde music for the mind and body.
Scratching the backs off of insects until they spew out chemical clouds that make the taller creatures dance. Purple, turquoise, pink and yellow clouds abound as the glorious uprising of the small covers the feet of the big. How can one creature have so many legs? The selfish prick. The snake fucks off as the centipede lights a big one. You’d think he was a slimy boy but he’s dryer than an aphids humor. And as insidious, chimed the blackboard before downing the poor bastard hole. The mushrooms are so soft beneath one’s bottom; you could almost snap off morish chunks like that curly-haired nonce that runs that chocolate shop to lure kids.
The grass is almost blue and stands like towering aloe vera from this flat vantage point. I am now a grub peeking from the earth, hoping the birds have vanished while I take a gasper. Petrichor brings legion. Too many greedy bodies throng amongst the wet. Avenues and townships are overthrown by wriggly bodies blindly lapping the new moisture. I skiffle back under brown matter, burying myself so I hear only the faint din of the devils above. Time passes and things cool to an almost ghostly silence. I raise one of my heads and feel the cool breeze as my body cooks in the peat below. A cascade of heavy feet from giants pushes me back into oblivion, never to return without anxiety and caution destroying my candor. Grubbed in sickness.Sucking down on the leftovers. Living in a sinful miasma I uncurl exposing myself for all to wreak their sins upon. Gagged and fucked into silence by heavy rods.
The laughing is what hurts the most; as if all is OK while we are moved from our homes and no one cares. Drowning us by funneling rainwater and watching us blow our last bubbles as everyone thinks we are greedy for wanting to live. Yet, when the pretty few suffer our voices will not be heard but our cause understood. The rubble is just a tonal shift in the din of dissonance that keeps the chorus of hate afloat. Are these the end days or are we merely the collateral of evolution?
Fragrance (6 June 2023)
Lisa Ullén
Heirloom
LP on Fönstret
2024
Talk (Slice): Double
Jerry Hunt
Ground: Five Mechanic Convention Streams
LP on Blank Forms Editions
1992 (r2022)
Unison 1
Frank Denyer
Screens
CD on Another Timbre
1973 (r2024)
Nocturnal Sounds (The Awakening)
George Crumb
Ancient Voices of Children
LP on Nonesuch
1971
Sound Machine
Philip Krumm
Texas Music
LP on Irida
1966 (r1979)
Om-Mobile
Sue Ann Harkey
I tell you everything, just not out loud
Cassette on CNLF
1985
(“Tapes 1”) Drum, Harmonium, Electric Viola, Violin, Flute
Angus MacLise
Tapes
3CD on Art into Life
c1960 (r2023)
Asparagus (Original Soundtrack)
Richard Teitelbaum
Asparagus
LP on Black Truffle
1978 (2024)
31 VII 69 10:26 – 10:49 PM / 23 VIII 64 2:50:45 – 3:11 AM
La Monte Young / Marian Zazeela
31 VII 69 10:26 / 10:49 PM
LP on Superior Viaduct
1969 (r2023)
Inside No. 9 is an attempt to share unique narratives through the mixing of 9 songs. Every episode will showcase a new theme, opening up new tributaries of discovery. Inside No. 9 is presented by Peter Taylor, a former features writer for Foxy Digitalis from back in the late 2000s. Peter is a visual artist and musician and has been creating music as MAbH since 2008.
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