Nocturnal Stumblings

The Finnish Fall. Autumnal 2019. In the grip of delirium, cold beer in hand, long philosophic discussions, plugging into AM wavelength, patched into the apartment Hardware, nocturnal stumblings in sonic aether. All this, and more, resulted in a warning from beyond, the cragged face of some Anglo-Saxon warrior-priest declaring WARNIAN! We took heed, but ploughed forth nonetheless.




The nocturnal sounds - the nocturne - seems to follow me like the dark in a shadow, the sun red cloud blocked right above burning yearning for the moon. We swelter under the moon in these parts now, far from the Arctic, towards the Antarctic, trees dripping with the humidity that makes the air like a lake in which we all drown in interrupted sleep, tossing, turning, trying to paddle through half-awake liminal lakes.




Close your eyes and all you see is the orb weaver, turning, spindling, thick yellow web joining tall trees through flyscreen windows to the nocturnal beyond. Sleeping, hazy suburbia, the stumble and cry of night time marsupalia, the nation that exists in our trees and carparks in the dead of night, until the death of night. 




Perhaps like me, listening to the above WARNIAN will cool you in this never-ending heatwave.




Or lullaby airs from an ancient one who should be listened to more.



Is this climate emergency like the quiet, deathly quiet before the storming of Leningrad, or the dusty half-remember pits where they attempt to bury atrocity?




Or perhaps we fight fire with fire. Come alive in the night as demons and take it all back from greed and indifference.

WARNIAN - WARNIAN, a new record, presenting a new collaborative project by Adam Cadell & Mika Hyytiä, is available now via MAGMA TONES RECORDS. 

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