Σάββατο, 3 Ιανουαρίου 2009

back into the past


Northern England, 1975.
A lone figure stands in a gloomy afternoon Autumnal landscape. The atmosphere is heavy with damp and the sun shines with a hazy, unnatural light. The wind is howling through the trees, but the sound is artificial, machine made. Flickering scraps of song can also be heard, wraiths of melody slowed down and leaking from long abandoned cassette players.
The figure is motionless and has in his hand an invitation card.
The pathway is thick with mud and swollen with puddles. Tyre tracks twist and churn over each other. Signposts have been weather-beaten and worn smooth, they are unmarked and quite unhelpful. To your left a row of pylons tower across the landscape, carrying the wrong kind of electricity. To your right a muted field of discontented crops home to a family of scarecrows, their tatty clothes flapping with life. Behind them the haunted remains of Magpie Mine.
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απ' το site των moon wiring club, ένα απόσπασμα από το κείμενο που συστήνει το νέο άλμπουμ τους shoes off and chairs away. ακόμα πιο 'τρομακτικό' και νυχτερινό από το πρώτο τους, με μια ατμόσφαιρα χειμωνιάτικου τοπίου πνιγμένο στην ομίχλη. ο χρόνος απροσδιόριστος.
εδώ η συνέχεια του κειμένου. και τρία 'αναγνωριστικά' δείγματα:
morgans lane, strangers in the music και always a welcome