New Release: Astral Light - Orion

Astral Light - Orion
[free mp3 download]

(darkambient, space)

A journey into deep space.

01. Pillars of Creation
02. Fading Light
03. Orion

House of The Threshold People

The Threshold People have launched their new blog. There's not much there yet, but check back often for updates!

New Release: 21 Gramms - Complete Silence

21 Gramms - Complete Silence
[free mp3 download]

(darkambient, drone)

"god is egoist."

1. Untitled #1
2. Untitled #2
3. Untitled #3
4. Untitled #4
5. I want to talk with God...
6. ...but...
7. ...i hear only silence.

New Release: 900piesek - Blinded .tale from the underworld

900piesek - Blinded .tale from the underworld
[free mp3 download]

(darkambient, soundscape)

this story never happened. pictures,sounds,projections and words are slowly sinking in the golden rivers of oblivion. you are naked as a child, standing in front of the mirror. you are the mirror. this story is happening in you. you are the story. words are unimportant.

01.opening the gate
02.bended world of the parallel souls
03.invisible space of telekinesis
04.touch by a wing of Lilith
05.golden river of oblivion

Album includes photo gallery: projections 1-13

ParaLucid Netlabel

Volador (Nagual Art) has just launched ParaLucid, a netlabel dedicated to "Dark Ambient, Ethereal, Drone, Folk, Neo-Classical or similar sounds." The website lists upcoming albums from L'Horrible Passion, Divine Crystal Dreams, Dopedrone, and of course Nagual Art. This is going to be one to watch, for sure!

Also, NA side-project Traumflug has just posted a demo track on MySpace. Take a listen!

www.paralucid.net
www.myspace.com/paralucid

Songs that change the weather

Our dear friend and ally Withiel (of whom I have previously written) has self-released a new album of surpassing, and sometimes difficult, loveliness. While Withiel is not currently affiliated with This Plague of Dreaming, I think that the deep core he samples will taste familiar to you who have followed the plaguedream this far.



Withiel - King Zeppelin
[direct download, .RAR/~20Mb]

"KZ was originally meant to be a Brit-Steampunk-Emo album, and now I'm not sure what it is. It contains 8 original songs, 1 cover, and little hope indeed. I hope you get something out of it."

TRACKS:
1: All Our Lost Loves
2: Dreamers
3: Denial Song
4: Ashtray for your Memories
5: My Way In Time
6: Shackled To Change
7: Drillbit Lostlovesong
8: Dreaming of You (cover)
9: Tory of 0

[This work is licenced under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 UK:
England & Wales License.]

On a personal note, KZ hits me in right around the same emotional place as the Wicker Man soundtrack ("corn riggs," and all that, but with a bit more vacant car park and orange sodium glare). Whatever I am doing at the moment, Withiel speaks to the part of me that is quietly preparing to do something else, in a different place.

=PD

[To be clear, this is not a TPoD release, just a promotion of a favorite artist who deserves to be more widely heard.]

What I Believe

I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.

I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-story car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.

I believe in the forgotten runways of Wake Island, pointing towards the Pacifics of our imaginations.

I believe in the mysterious beauty of Margaret Thatcher, in the arch of her nostrils and the sheen on her lower lip; in the melancholy of wounded Argentine conscripts; in the haunted smiles of filling station personnel; in my dream of Margaret Thatcher caressed by that young Argentine soldier in a forgotten motel watched by a tubercular filling station attendant.

I believe in the beauty of all women, in the treachery of their imaginations, so close to my heart; in the junction of their disenchanted bodies with the enchanted chromium rails of supermarket counters; in their warm tolerance of my own perversions.

I believe in the death of tomorrow, in the exhaustion of time, in our search for a new time within the smiles of auto-route waitresses and the tired eyes of air-traffic controllers at out-of-season airports.

I believe in the genital organs of great men and women, in the body postures of Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher and Princess Di, in the sweet odours emanating from their lips as they regard the cameras of the entire world.

I believe in madness, in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers, in the disease stored up for the human race by the Apollo astronauts.

I believe in nothing.

I believe in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Durer, Tanguy, the Facteur Cheval, the Watts Towers, Bocklin, Francis Bacon, and all the invisible artists within the psychiatric institutions of the planet.

I believe in Tokyo, Benidorm, La Grande Motte, Wake Island, Eniwetok, Dealey Plaza.

I believe in alcoholism, venereal disease, fever and exhaustion.

I believe in pain.

I believe in despair.

I believe in all children.

I believe in maps, diagrams, codes, chess-games, puzzles, airline time-tables, airport indicator signs.

I believe all excuses.

I believe all reasons.

I believe all hallucinations.

I believe all anger.

I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.

I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light.

-J. G. Ballard, 1930--2009