2 sodium lights in sequence / highway, homeward bound
3 the final stroke of midnight / on all hallows’ eve
4 the leaves of autumn, falling / summer’s golden tears
Genres: Electronic, Ambient, darkAmbient
“Lately, Eternity Is has been my blessed escape hatch to a distant present. I keep going back.” -Mark Frauenfelder, Boing Boing
On his seventh Projekt Records release, Australian ambient composer theAdelaidean finds inspiration in simplicity, contrasting purposeful harmonic progressions with melodic lines that thread between calm joy and sustained melancholy. Eternity Is seeks universal truths in both music and thought, evoking the intimate and the infinite through electronic textures that echo a wide variety of sources including theAdelaidean’s own award-winning verse.
1 Eternity Is / against all expectations / nothing but itself
2 Eternity Is / sodium lights in sequence / highway, homeward bound
3 Eternity Is / the final stroke of midnight / on all hallows’ eve
4 Eternity Is / the leaves of autumn, falling / summer’s golden tears
With each title forming a haiku when paired with the album’s title, these four tone poems pit the vast against the everyday by creating vocabularies for mysteries that words cannot fully express. Four poems, and four metaphorical seasons, each drawn using different palettes of sound. The spare synthesis of the album opener leaves carefully crafted spaces for acceptance as the wheel of time turns again to winter. Doom-laden bass hits then herald the return of the hot Australia summer, over a resonant backdrop of simmering dissonance. The piercing, ever-unsatisfied yearning of the Southern Spring, via bells, tolls patiently while deeper forces swirl and shift in the background. Eternity Is closes with choral clusters that rise and fall in waves, evoking the rich golds and oranges of Adelaide’s finest season. Hypnotic, haunting, eternal.
Eternity Is is four seasons of intimate infinity. This year in music and meditation can be played in any order. A symphony of polished sound guides the listener to uncertain destinations, where, deeply hidden against an impressionistic wash, one might hear a faint morse code signal spelling out the title of the album: an answering call from the void itself, as all questions reverberate to black.
Thanks to Shane Bevin tardigradesandtentacles.com