Скачать или смотреть The splashing of the kingfisher by Escupemetralla

This track is included in our Bandcamp album titled "Cold grey void electrically operated by mantis-eyed humans". escupemetralla.bandcamp.com

In that album, the abrasive war-ambient dark music usually practised by Escupemetralla is this modulated by early Pink Floyd tracks. Can you imagine such a breeding? No, they are not versions, remixes, plunderphonies, mashups or re-orchestrations, PF tracks have been scourged, scavenged, repurposed, twisted, excised of instruments, rethought and twisted again so they sound like charred belches and cries from creatures and machines from an outer space that Syd Barrett probably experienced some time ago. Every track shows and hides, at the same time, a good deal of humour and surrealistic perspirations. We challenge the audience to discover the rich tapestry of connections that we have weaved in this work (which includes some literary texts to accompany each track).

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This track is based on Pink Floyd's "Grantchester Meadows".

See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water, and a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, and a bittern is booming from the reed-bed, and a heron is flapping heavily away, and the air is almost gay with the butterflies that flit about the grassy banks of the river, and the river is still curving, but the country is changing, and the hills are getting higher, and the trees are getting bigger, and the river has become a loch now, and the hills are getting steeper, and the shores are more rocky, and the trees are bigger, and the mountains are looming nearer, and the clouds are piling up in the west, and the loch is widening and deepening, and all around us golden sun flakes covering the ground basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon, but the trees are big, and the mountains are nearer, and the clouds are greyer, and the hills are higher, and a bittern is booming from a reed-bed in a distant bay, and the clouds are ugly, and the loch is as grey as granite, and the mountains are terrible, and the sun is disappearing, and the wind is chilling, and a heron is flying heavily by, and the clouds are black and menacing, and the sky is dark, and the trees are eating people, and the wind is howling, and the mountains are grim, and the loch is rushing on in an angry whirlpool.