IMAGINARY FORCES - "BOUNCE BACK" [fishrecordings / FISH020A]
IMAGINARY FORCES - "EMPTY SPACE" [fishrecordings / FISH020B]
release number twenty on fish recordings is here:
holy moly! another anniversary, release number twenty!
to celebrate that, we managed to get two tracks by imaginary forces,
a mysterious producer from the uk. "nobody" has ever seen his face,
he always tries to hide it:
this can be the case because of several reasons however. the obvious one
would be that he is looking so amazing that every girl looking at him
directly falls in love with him. alternatively, the reason of hiding his
face is just of very simple nature again: he owes some people that loads
of money that he does not want to be found because of his promo
pictures. and it is also imaginable (!) that he is a world famous
wrestler (and he can not stop his routine from the wrestling
ring)...
when looking at his myspace page and focus on "his influences"
it gets even more baffling:
karl-heinz stockhausen, john coltrane, klaus schulze or the master
musicians of jajouka (just to name a few). those names form a pretty
eclectic list of musicians with very different types of musical
backgrounds.
to conclude, imaginary forces seems to be something like an enigma, an
amazing-looking, money-owing wrestling superstar who produces music.
music like the two tracks "bounce back" and "empty space".
you can download the release here:
FREE DOWNLOAD FISH020 ZIP
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH020A
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH020B
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH020A
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH020B
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH020A
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH020B
you can get more info about imaginary forces right here:
http://www.myspace.com/imaginaryforces
label info:
http://www.myspace.com/fishrecordings
http://www.soundcloud.com/fishrecordings
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ACID_LAB - "PROLOGUE" [fishrecordings / FISH021]
release number twenty-one on fish recordings is here:
raphael:
the sun, in ancient guise, competing
with brother spheres in rival song,
with thunder-march, his orb completing,
moves his predestin’d course along;
his aspect to the powers supernal
gives strength, though fathom him none may;
transcending thought, the works eternal
are fair as on the primal day.
gabriel:
with speed, thought baffling, unabating,
earth’s splendour whirls in circling flight;
its eden-brightness alternating
with solemn, awe-inspiring night;
ocean’s broad waves in wild commotion,
against the rocks’ deep base are hurled;
and with the spheres, both rock and ocean
eternally are swiftly whirled.
michael:
and tempests roar in emulation
from sea to land, from land to sea,
and raging form, without cessation,
a chain of wondrous agency,
full in the thunder’s path careering,
flaring the swift destructions play;
but, lord, thy servants are revering
the mild procession of thy day.
the three:
thine aspect to the powers supernal
gives strength, though fathom thee none may;
and all they works, sublime, eternal,
are fair as on the primal day.
mephistopheles:
since thou, o lord, approachest us once more,
and how it fares with us, to ask art fain,
since thou hast kindly welcom’d me of yore,
thou see’st me also now among thy train.
excuse me, fine harangues i cannot make,
though all the circle look on me with scorn;
my pathos soon thy laughter would awake,
hadst thou the laughing mood not long forsworn.
of suns and worlds I nothing have to say,
i see alone mankind’s self-torturing pains.
the little world-god still the self-same stamp retains,
and is as wondrous now as on the primal day.
better he might have fared, poor wight,
hadst thou not given him a gleam of heavenly light;
reason, he names it, and doth so
use it, than brutes more brutish still to grow.
with deference to your grace, he seems to me
like any long-legged grasshopper to be,
which ever flies, and flying springs,
and in the grass its ancient ditty sings.
would he but always in the grass repose!
in every heap of dung he thrusts his nose.
the lord:
hast thou naught else to say? is blame
in coming here, as ever, thy sole aim?
does nothing on the earth to thee seem right?
mephistophels:
no, lord! i find things there, as ever, in sad plight.
men, in their evil days, move my compassion;
such sorry things to plague is nothing worth.
the lord:
know’st thou my servant, faust?
mephistopheles:
the doctor?
the lord:
right.
mephistopheles:
he serves thee truly in a wondrous fashion.
poor fool! his food and drink are not of earth.
an inward impulse hurries him afar,
himself half conscious of his frenzied mood;
from heaven claimeth he the fairest star,
and from the earth craves every highest good,
and all that’s near, and all that’s far,
fails to allay the tumult in his blood.
the lord:
though in perplexity he serves me now,
i soon will lead him where more light appears;
when buds the sapling, doth the gardener know
that flowers and fruit will deck the coming years.
mephistopheles:
what wilt thou wager? him thou yet shall lose,
if leave to me thou wilt but give,
gently to lead him as i choose!
the lord:
so long as he on earth doth live,
so long ’tis not forbidden thee.
man still must err, while he doth strive.
mephistopheles:
i thank you; for not willingly
i traffic with the dead, and still aver
that youth’s plump blooming cheek i very much prefer.
i’m not at home to corpses; ’tis my way,
like cats with captive mice to toy and play.
the lord:
enough! ’tis granted thee! divert
this mortal spirit from his primal source;
him, canst thou seize, thy power exert
and lead him on thy downward course,
then stand abash’d, when thou perforce must own,
a good man in his darkest aberration,
of the right path is conscious still.
mephistopheles:
’tis done! full soon thou’lt see my exultation;
as for my bet no fears i entertain.
and if my end i finally should gain,
excuse my triumphing with all my soul.
dust he shall eat, ay, and with relish take,
as did my cousin, the renowned snake.
the lord:
here too thou’rt free to act without control;
i ne’er have cherished hate for such as thee.
of all the spirits who deny,
the scoffer is least wearisome to me.
ever too prone is man activity to shirk,
in unconditioned rest he fain would live;
hence this companion purposely i give,
who stirs, excites, and must, as devil, work.
but ye, the genuine sons of heaven, rejoice!
in the full living beauty still rejoice!
may that which works and lives, the ever-growing,
in bonds of love enfold you, mercy-fraught,
and seeming’s changeful forms, around you flowing,
do ye arrest, in ever-during thought!
mephistopheles:
the ancient one i like sometimes to see,
and not to break with him am always civil;
’tis courteous in so great a lord as he,
to speak so kindly even to the devil.
you can download the release here:
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH021
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH021
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH021
FREE MIRROR FISH021
you can get more info about acid_lab right here:
http://www.myspace.com/acidlabdnb
label info:
http://www.myspace.com/fishrecordings
http://www.soundcloud.com/fishrecordings
IMAGINARY FORCES - "EMPTY SPACE" [fishrecordings / FISH020B]
release number twenty on fish recordings is here:
holy moly! another anniversary, release number twenty!
to celebrate that, we managed to get two tracks by imaginary forces,
a mysterious producer from the uk. "nobody" has ever seen his face,
he always tries to hide it:
this can be the case because of several reasons however. the obvious one
would be that he is looking so amazing that every girl looking at him
directly falls in love with him. alternatively, the reason of hiding his
face is just of very simple nature again: he owes some people that loads
of money that he does not want to be found because of his promo
pictures. and it is also imaginable (!) that he is a world famous
wrestler (and he can not stop his routine from the wrestling
ring)...
when looking at his myspace page and focus on "his influences"
it gets even more baffling:
karl-heinz stockhausen, john coltrane, klaus schulze or the master
musicians of jajouka (just to name a few). those names form a pretty
eclectic list of musicians with very different types of musical
backgrounds.
to conclude, imaginary forces seems to be something like an enigma, an
amazing-looking, money-owing wrestling superstar who produces music.
music like the two tracks "bounce back" and "empty space".
you can download the release here:
FREE DOWNLOAD FISH020 ZIP
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH020A
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH020B
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH020A
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH020B
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH020A
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH020B
you can get more info about imaginary forces right here:
http://www.myspace.com/imaginaryforces
label info:
http://www.myspace.com/fishrecordings
http://www.soundcloud.com/fishrecordings
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ACID_LAB - "PROLOGUE" [fishrecordings / FISH021]
release number twenty-one on fish recordings is here:
raphael:
the sun, in ancient guise, competing
with brother spheres in rival song,
with thunder-march, his orb completing,
moves his predestin’d course along;
his aspect to the powers supernal
gives strength, though fathom him none may;
transcending thought, the works eternal
are fair as on the primal day.
gabriel:
with speed, thought baffling, unabating,
earth’s splendour whirls in circling flight;
its eden-brightness alternating
with solemn, awe-inspiring night;
ocean’s broad waves in wild commotion,
against the rocks’ deep base are hurled;
and with the spheres, both rock and ocean
eternally are swiftly whirled.
michael:
and tempests roar in emulation
from sea to land, from land to sea,
and raging form, without cessation,
a chain of wondrous agency,
full in the thunder’s path careering,
flaring the swift destructions play;
but, lord, thy servants are revering
the mild procession of thy day.
the three:
thine aspect to the powers supernal
gives strength, though fathom thee none may;
and all they works, sublime, eternal,
are fair as on the primal day.
mephistopheles:
since thou, o lord, approachest us once more,
and how it fares with us, to ask art fain,
since thou hast kindly welcom’d me of yore,
thou see’st me also now among thy train.
excuse me, fine harangues i cannot make,
though all the circle look on me with scorn;
my pathos soon thy laughter would awake,
hadst thou the laughing mood not long forsworn.
of suns and worlds I nothing have to say,
i see alone mankind’s self-torturing pains.
the little world-god still the self-same stamp retains,
and is as wondrous now as on the primal day.
better he might have fared, poor wight,
hadst thou not given him a gleam of heavenly light;
reason, he names it, and doth so
use it, than brutes more brutish still to grow.
with deference to your grace, he seems to me
like any long-legged grasshopper to be,
which ever flies, and flying springs,
and in the grass its ancient ditty sings.
would he but always in the grass repose!
in every heap of dung he thrusts his nose.
the lord:
hast thou naught else to say? is blame
in coming here, as ever, thy sole aim?
does nothing on the earth to thee seem right?
mephistophels:
no, lord! i find things there, as ever, in sad plight.
men, in their evil days, move my compassion;
such sorry things to plague is nothing worth.
the lord:
know’st thou my servant, faust?
mephistopheles:
the doctor?
the lord:
right.
mephistopheles:
he serves thee truly in a wondrous fashion.
poor fool! his food and drink are not of earth.
an inward impulse hurries him afar,
himself half conscious of his frenzied mood;
from heaven claimeth he the fairest star,
and from the earth craves every highest good,
and all that’s near, and all that’s far,
fails to allay the tumult in his blood.
the lord:
though in perplexity he serves me now,
i soon will lead him where more light appears;
when buds the sapling, doth the gardener know
that flowers and fruit will deck the coming years.
mephistopheles:
what wilt thou wager? him thou yet shall lose,
if leave to me thou wilt but give,
gently to lead him as i choose!
the lord:
so long as he on earth doth live,
so long ’tis not forbidden thee.
man still must err, while he doth strive.
mephistopheles:
i thank you; for not willingly
i traffic with the dead, and still aver
that youth’s plump blooming cheek i very much prefer.
i’m not at home to corpses; ’tis my way,
like cats with captive mice to toy and play.
the lord:
enough! ’tis granted thee! divert
this mortal spirit from his primal source;
him, canst thou seize, thy power exert
and lead him on thy downward course,
then stand abash’d, when thou perforce must own,
a good man in his darkest aberration,
of the right path is conscious still.
mephistopheles:
’tis done! full soon thou’lt see my exultation;
as for my bet no fears i entertain.
and if my end i finally should gain,
excuse my triumphing with all my soul.
dust he shall eat, ay, and with relish take,
as did my cousin, the renowned snake.
the lord:
here too thou’rt free to act without control;
i ne’er have cherished hate for such as thee.
of all the spirits who deny,
the scoffer is least wearisome to me.
ever too prone is man activity to shirk,
in unconditioned rest he fain would live;
hence this companion purposely i give,
who stirs, excites, and must, as devil, work.
but ye, the genuine sons of heaven, rejoice!
in the full living beauty still rejoice!
may that which works and lives, the ever-growing,
in bonds of love enfold you, mercy-fraught,
and seeming’s changeful forms, around you flowing,
do ye arrest, in ever-during thought!
mephistopheles:
the ancient one i like sometimes to see,
and not to break with him am always civil;
’tis courteous in so great a lord as he,
to speak so kindly even to the devil.
you can download the release here:
FREE ARCHIVE.ORG DOWNLOAD FISH021
FREE SONICSQUIRREL MIRROR FISH021
FREE SOUNDCLOUD MIRROR FISH021
FREE MIRROR FISH021
you can get more info about acid_lab right here:
http://www.myspace.com/acidlabdnb
label info:
http://www.myspace.com/fishrecordings
http://www.soundcloud.com/fishrecordings