The Moon Is Entirely Of Chromium

Since ((( vlubä ))) first appeared to me in a cosmic vision not too long ago, I’ve been trying to put into the words of mortal tongue and comprehension the nature of their space music, the expanse of their interplanetary sounds, the essence of their mind noise.

But I have failed.

Turns out, as is often the case, I shouldn’t even have bothered trying, because, as is often the case, when dealing with the High Kings of The High Spheres, the High Kings of The High Spheres say it best themselves:

In the middle of 1965 after been delirious and frustrated trips to the Earth, a constellation of colors opened our heads leaving to leave an acoustic piece for the production artificial noises, that when happening the time, by the way static time, we were manipulating in intense contractions of silence.

Ete here, in 1969 after the arrival of the man on the Moon we left this to direct us to the venerated planet leaking to us in Apolo XI. And as well as stowaways we arrived at the Earth terraces, first inmiscuidos as ether in the radio antennas and soon as it shapes in the cities. Generated statics gave beginning to sporadic recordings that just arrived XXI century we could make manifest. Before fact our interminable works conjugated diverse temperaments of silence, essential element that introduces us to the sound; from silence we worked any unconscious sound.

Silence: All the imaginable and tangible sounds, and all the unimaginable and abstract sounds.

You hear what you listen?

Conceptual works of diverse origins were extending the production just now worked for auditory and visual use. Works such and of magnitude that draws up that historical line of just arrived from the moon.

These, of variable character include projects based on corpo-human silence, works of organic amplification in dragonflies and spontaneous recording of noise of the brightness of the eyes when hitting itself in a glance. Lately, all those investigations moved to us in generating new visions in the quality of human life and the interpretation that this gives to the sounds that surround them, that is to say, when not including / understanding the language of the blue races, we investigated the coherent diagram of same and the its form of comunion. The language as average communicative always it connects in a unique system, without concerning his meaning or stock, but that the mechanism that makes comprehensible is the one of the accentuation that takes control to him.

The wind has own sound?

The wind is only a blow?

The wind trasmute when hitting on the objects, an interminable mutation that does not finish.

Then, installed finally in the incomprehensible earth, nomadic, we transferred some of our works here. As vlubä and as principle we worked from the metaphysical lack of understanding of the sound in human listening. We transferred with us the sounds of the space to the Earth, since all the sounds cannot be heard by the man. The prolonged empty sound can be for its ears the sound of the universe; that which they are not accustomed in the terrestrial atmosphere.

Hundreds of recordings of "astral silence", that is to say, of the infinible atom recording expanding and being contracted in different planets, turbulences resisted in lunar craters, the broken composition of sounds in extensive bounces, glasses, deaf bellboys crashing in carrots slowly, snores and outbreaks, are works that almost in their totality are registered in formats even unknown here and that with happening of the years we will publish in different formats according to the technology arranges it here. These works could say that they beyond go of all music or here well-known non music and many are difficult to perceive for the human ear. When we placed a snail in pressure with our ear we create to listen to the sound of the sea, but this is erroneous. In fact what we do is to transfer the sound of our ear to the snail in deep listening. What we listened, therefore, is the sound of our ear, and therefore, the sound of the universe.

Although after many goings and comings, vlubä acquired almost one forms human, our language is still incomprehensible. The moon, is black or white?

The moon is entirely of chromium.

Our language shows a tension between saying and not to say; this strange phenomenon appears in a lacking declamation of apparent sense, but this lack of sense causes the doubt automatically.

Will not hide these mysterious phenomena a sense that scapes to us and remains hidden?

One is perhaps a message of the high kings?

In any case, our language does not emphasize but the uncomunication between the men and their semiotic incapacity.

Vlubä, far from wanting to communicate, finally has indeed the one of a hidden and / or secret knowledge, only reserved for initiates.

Here are a couple of snippets of secret knowledge, but for something a bit more 25 minutes long, you can get the first two tracks from their Pyramid album from the ever eye hurting Tanprocesz web hole. And whilst you wait for them to transmute onto your computer, please join me in galactic prayer, that the High Kings of The High Spheres might visitation upon us and soon. Cosmic.

((( vlubä ))) – Dies Mies Jeschet Boenedoesef Douvema Enitemaus

((( vlubä ))) – Echospasm


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