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Noises from a deep distance, noises that echo somewhere below us. With each beat they drag you down, burying you in the underground. I picture here large wooden entrances to the basement behind the house like in gore films. A heavy wooden door (with a large iron, already rusty padlock, rusted from old age and loneliness, and why loneliness because only few breaks the padlock) that is fused to the ground. And a distant narrow tunnel behind the door. Only a few hear these calls from below, only few understand. In fact, there is nothing too much to understand, more to feel.
I feel it.
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I opened the door with great force and entered the tunnel. I can't see the end of a tunnel, no matter how far I look, I see only darkness and blackness.
But already at the top, old wagons can be heard, leading to different levels of darkness. The deeper I go, these noises just get louder and louder. They add up so perfectly, without error. From the first passage, you can hear the light knocking and creaking of chains. It’s as if they're starting to prepare us for what really awaits us, if we move on. As you walk through the tunnel you hear a perfectly arranged knocking, you start to feel what the knocking is telling you. You respond to it with your body. You begin to follow the darkness. Easily stepping, we go through that first part, getting to know something that's so familiar, like coming home. You want more, so you follow where the darkness calls. The further I go, these sounds just pile up on top of each other and suddenly you hear a large set of chains waving hastily over each other as if they were meant for some boring people, people who end up there unwanted. They either get lost or allow themselves to enter other people's playgrounds. The darkness does not call them, nor will it ever. They don't like that symphonic darkness. For some, it is the worst thing they can hear; for us it is a rebirth of the soul.
The deeper we go, the more we get rid of these " random passengers ". Now there is a room only for the darkest souls who follow their call. The sounds are getting faster and faster, you must follow them. Following these sounds completes your soul. You finally get to the bottom. You can only find the same souls there. Souls who don't want to go out at any cost. This is our home! Energy overwhelms us and we follow the sounds of darkness. Without a shred of light, in cramped wet concrete walls, without time, worries, obligations.
Our body and mind are at peace and freedom. We are ourselves here, here is our true happiness. No one knows where the end of this darkness is, all over the place you can hear beastly sounds. Cold and dark but inexplicably pleasing to the heart. That’s just one small introduction to the Matrix. Dance tells the story. Darkness is community and unity. Something that we truly and emotionally feel but also something that is inexplicable to the outside world. Because there is no explanation for - you either being summoned by darkness or not.
Harsh Sound - editor writes/ describes pictures, imaginations and feelings while listening to the :
Darker Sounds-Artist Podcast
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