Watchers of the Valcoron

by Brian Hoffman & Daniel Staniforth

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"The Watchers"

From the ice…and the brooding hazel drawn empire.. the night is as sharp as a vampire hanging from a murky dream... Only the Red moon is present... all else is dark, alone, and the wind... so much wind... In every direction... It is self.... it is no-one....

The Watchers are immersed in a stunning pathology of ambient sulfate...through cello and variant other wavesound pulse mixing...
burning its curious way to the top of the ice-volcanic biosphere… enchanted... Vibrations going everywhere.... Vibrations going now-where... Gray and army tank green, maxilating… Pixel-phasing, and orange like orangatang-a-rearranging!! A premium Mercury.., a taste, a feel of the after… altered presence of folding space and translucent caricature... The phase is tapestry... the phase is Now...

...and so, fire-blind in a blitzkrieg of colour and repentance, the two anchorites emerge upon the shadowless periphery... gazing where eyes risk the permanent singe of altered truth and spiritual malfeasance... upon the red basilica of a cuckold sky, where old lacerations dance in their loose chains.... upon the sinews of hydrogen clouds, sifting through indeterminable ethers, slicing the composite like an organic rapier... claiming the watcher's bruised eye like an old debt. It is there in the ruby folds and rouge iridescence... just beyond the last corpuscular recognition of the senses... you can find our sonic nether-landscape... an omnicellular world with its bloodied luna trickery...

"Ice Walk"

Turned to liquid am I... turned to ice!! Only on a pleading peaceful frozen day between the blue green hemispheres... two colliding ridged biospheres… the dissected retrograde H2O resurrection… the elimination of bending identity. The creep of the black stiff mud flow…
the seemingly seeping serpentine ladder-walk of a dangerous deranged binosaur… with a new consciousness for ray-gun semantics....

The machines... they’re everywhere.... The machines are no- where... yet in every direction… Ice... no matter what I do.. where I walk ..ICE! I can never escape the manipulation of escaping self.... even under the D sized bra filled drunk-consumption with lament... ICe.. Ice... Ice.... Convergence... Turn to letter H... backwards to letter 9... Forward to 456+98th..9986231

The Watchers pull off another extra ordinary tight rope journey with Cello and other mixing magica... We throw a little of this at them.. a little of that... !! And what do we get back....? A stunning crystal perspective of the realism of place, form, and quality few have ever seen, or will ever be able to match..

The watchers see their segments for the first time in a new and fascinating life.... they’re even interested in listening to themselves again… they can hear new sounds, new voices they didn't know existed… And to their fascination and stunning shock... they realize they created them, and have never heard them before... It is the Valcoran artistic elv'n realm that is bringing them to the surface…to life… where all are shocked... all are stunned... What a journey....

... such liquefaction of the void between tundral moons... where shadows clamour with vortex envy.... the shudders of spectral ice chasms, fractal in their hesitant ambience...

"Telepathy"

As Born in me, thus night, humble to be bare… lacking for only shoes..
Skies sing… yet who are we to know such things…? Colours and lights... and haunted dreams... The fire Ball... The fire Ball... What doth it mean? We are yet to see, the beginning… we are yet to dream the end... where the end is the beginning… and the beginning is the end...

I know they’re there... I know they’re there...Blue green red white... Blue green red white… all is night with Blue Green Red and white... Dust covers the beginning... and my love... Dust discovers the intriguing... and our Russian Sub.... Yet the Torpedo is our friend… he has always been.

...tendrilized telepathonics... the Watchers have established contact...but the language is bloodless and sardonic.... the Valcori await us....

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released November 15, 2013

Brian Hoffman: drums, guitars, synthesizers
Daniel Staniforth: cello, kalimba, recorder, organ, synthesizers. vocals

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Flowforth Productions/ Sonic Spongecake Records is an indie record label featuring Luna Trick, Alchymical Muse, Rebsie Fairholm, Daniel Staniforth, Dream nth, and others.

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