- Spoken word
- Sound art
- Dark ambient
- Experimentalism
- Conceptual
- Avant-garde
- Ambient
- Sound poetry
Comment: I guess many people today are following as similarly the sites regarding the numbers of Coronavirus as they did before following the sport results of different leagues. The latter one does not include horror additionally to more or less perverse sort of excitement, though. The former one is followed with intention to get information of getting downward or getting permanently upward and upward and upward. Of course, it is relevant to stay at home and reading H.P. Lovecraft, for instance. El Color que cayó del Cielo (The Colour out of Space) consists of a couple of lengthy compositions made up of the storytelling and a murky soundscape backing in up. Slowed-down and warped cellos, awesome cathedral organ-drenched glimpes, merciless glacial flickers which are metastasized with throbbing crackles, quivering electronics and indecipherable vowel units created by Miguel Conejeros aka F600 whose music is to support Mauricio Garrido`s concept in words and visual art by following the formidable, and indirectly misanthropic vision of the horror legend. The indirect misanthropic concept can be interpreted as a downplayed, rather realistic state of human capabilities in a situation of catastrophe. We have no possibility to run away elsewhere. If you have a lot of bread you can buy an indulgence for a flight to Mars. As I said just the indulgence paper. Nothing more to get in a near future. As the same situation as in the Middle Ages (and we call it the Dark Ages, isn`t). We are nothing more than just bare scintillae on the scale of Outer Space. By talking about the virus there is another threat which may be the most subliminal and paralysing – it is not about the biochemical nature and determined pathological pattern of the Coronavirus it is also about the wisdom/singularity and adaptive behaviour of the disease. And if behind it is the Nature as an autarkic whole which woke up from hibernation after the human kind had crossed invisible red thread then what adverse will be happening next? Given that do you remember another classic Solaris by Stanislav Lem? The revengeful ocean as an autarkic whole? Of course, it is just a possibility, however, as possible as God sitting on a cloud or as an inveterate tippler in a bar (at Acid House). All in all, a superb issue I guess for H.P. would have admitted.
