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The first 45 seconds of each song on Mortal Downer are available on Tower Records!
I'm glad because the complexity of the songs is not as bad as they made it sound hah. At least, it seems like the fact that they restrained the number of notes forced them to explore other types of sounds, rather than the guitar keys they’ve been playing for the last few years for example.
There are at least three songs where vocals are completely absent for the first 45 minutes. Enen definitely sounds better in the studio recording, and The Devil In Me also appears to have a better mixing than it did in the single.
I ripped 500 or so vocal clips from the Satanic Panic-era instructional tape Law Enforcement Guide To Satanic Cults, mostly for my own use in deeply stupid songs. It's all gone into this free sample pack.
A sample pack comprised of audio clips from an instructional VHS tape distributed to US police in 1994, entitled Law Enforcement Guide To Sa
This is from the free issue of my newsletter, The Magnet. Here’s a preview of this week’s subscriber issue, which has items about Vintage magic zines, sketchbook creatures, a magical realism bot, a…
Super cool article w/ sound samples of various “color” shades of white noise. Click thru & use your headphones or earbuds.
Album: Ancient Cassette
(A rare cassette given out with the signature edition of Devin Townsend’s autobiography Only Half There.)
Trivia: When Devin was a young lad he believed it was only a matter of time before aliens would come to take him away. This song is a representation of that notion and eventually became 3 A.M. and Voices in the Fan on the album Ocean Machine: Biomech. The lyrics: “Who’s the weakest now? Caught up in the wire. I’m already gone. Who’s the weakest now?” were later re-used on the song Color Your World on Ziltoid The Omniscient.
Transcribed lyrics below:
("..Put two men in a blue bunk stretcher..")
("..They had two bunks..")
("They weren't drinking rum.. Oh they were OK, they swore.")
("They weren't drinking rum.. Oh they were OK, they swore.")
("After 'bout 10 more minutes of science about the infinite.. ")
("After 'bout 10 more minutes of science about the infinite.. ")
("..and God damn it too! Didn't I tell you to stay..")
("..and God damn it too! Didn't I tell you to stay..")
[Voices become more mixed and less intelligible from this point on.]
Time.. (..time ..time ..time)
Will be on.. my side.. (..side.. side.. side..)
(..side.. side.. side..)
No looking back..
[Continuing the very jumbled spoken samples]
("..Right? This kind of uncertainty just..
It's kind of comical. It's kind of information's sap..")
(”..It's kind of comical. It's kind of information's sap.." )
("..sap. ..sap. ..sap..")
Time will be on my side..
No looking back this time..
All that I've known is gone..
Time to be moving on..
..Who? (..who? ..who? ..who?)
HAA-aah..
Who's the weakest now?! (..now?! ..now?! ..now?!)
Caught up in the wire! (..wire! ..wire!)
I'm already gone! (..gone! ..gone!)
Who's the weakest now?!!
It's the grey days that I remember the most,
It's the grey times in the water before morning..
I won't be alone! (..lone! ..lone! ..lone!)
Think of me at night! (..night! ..night!)
Send my love to home! (..home! ..home!)
I'll be alright!!
And It's the grey days that I remember the most,
It's the grey times in the water before morning..
And it's only tonight that I'll be able to leave,
And it's only the weak that cry for me in mourning..
Because tonight there'll be no sleep..
(Because tonight there'll be no sleep..)
Tonight they come for me..
(Tonight they come for me..)
Please, help them understand..
(Please, help them understand..)
I've become the voices in the fan..
(I've become the voices in the fan..)
More messing around with the vocoder! Im still taking requests for specific things - also hoping to upload some of these to a stock sound/ASMR YouTube channel!
Door Number Four I meander through the woods picking berries, soul-searching or conversing with the wild animals, I wonder what really became of Donald S. Crowley. And sometimes... Sometimes I think I hear Tetra seductively calling to him. "Donald, come."
Donald S. Crowley was a CPA by day; a bean counter; a number cruncher and a certified bore. By night he was as stimulating as the hero in his latest read with all the social skills of a brick and to make matters worse he was in love with a door. Not just any door, number four was special. Her alluring smile had caught Donald’s eye when he was just a boy and she called him by name. Despite years…
