Richard H. Kirk


i keep losing sleep on couches and floors
because I hate laying in this bed
wishing for so much more
than the growing pain that formed in my chest and my head
but expected nothing less
than a few reassuring words
and the sound of bitter resentment in your voice
knowing I couldn’t do anything more for us because it was always your choice.

It was always your choice
and this is the second time
you came into my life
wanting to build something from the ground up after knocking down my walls
and in an expected turn of events
you left me out in the open
as if i didn’t matter to you at all.
And now I just want to feel the air in my lungs again
and the heart beating in my chest

but that was taken the moment
you drove back down south
to your home near the beach with
a view almost as beautiful as you.

And in the 3 seconds between
you letting go of that last kiss
and us saying our goodbyes
I was ready to believe it would be the last time I’d ever held you.
And I was right.

And I heard you felt so sorry
but you never told me specifically
and all I could use now is an apology
but you’re too busy lost in his sheets

and what was so wrong with me that I couldn’t get you to stay
you filled me with joy
and I cherished that every day

at least I was able to tell you goodbye this time
remember when you promised me that there would never be a last time?
well where are you now cause I need you here by my side

I guess everything I wanted to believe so terribly bad was just a lie
and everything thing you said
that used to make me feel alive
just makes me feel dead

I just want to see one of us happy
I know you're happier than me

expect nothing / mix-up / oct.1979

Record Of Tides :: concrete walls of gruga (remixes)


Prendre la posture de celle ou de celui qui semble détaché des choses, multiplicité de nos sentiments, illusions construites à l'aune d'un esprit vagabond soudainement saisi, figé par la parfaite justesse d'un équilibre entre conscience et insouciance. Les concrete walls of gruga de RoT, track extrait du récent battery ep, donnent ici lieu à 6 complètes relectures dont la justesse combinatoire, précitée, témoigne de la riche amplitude d'un musicien en mouvement perpétuel - La chose étant si rare qu'elle mérite d'être signalée. Non content de partager égoïstement, une réussite originale, Sven Piayda a convoqué une dream team discrète, en apparence, mais qui fera assurément date. Ouvrant cet opus, nous savions Guido Richter (aka Kratzwerk) en pleine empathie avec nos tourments à propos du devenir musical, il convient à présent de préciser que ce garçon est également un magistral accélérateur de fines particules. Que dire de la magnifique interprétation de We Deserve This, sinon regretter qu'elle ne dure un peu plus, prolonger ad infinitum ce délicat état de remembrance. Retour au réel, si Ralf Gatzen aka Konvlikt désire être apprécier sur des faits probants, la démonstration de son efficace talent ne fait ici aucun doute. Prisme urbain et fin pourfendeur d'adn, Wesenberg s'amuse du parfum bucolique pour en extirper méthodiquement l'alchimie, transformant ici les composants en une savante émulsion, ouvrant ainsi de nouvelles perspectives qu'il vous appartient d'imaginer. Sideproject collaboratif pour Sven Piayda, dont l'épicentre est Chris Huff, Primal Scapes (par ailleurs auteurs du somptueux "afterlife" sur le très recommandable ep Entertain) envisage une nouvelle ergonomie pour ce track si facétieux. La surprise est d'envergure, puisqu'aux confins d'un prog rock dignement inflammatoire. Hôte de cette puissante entreprise, Record Of Tides referme l'ouvrage dans un incontestable processus de désensibilisation, démontrant avec brio, et une possible énergie du désespoir, toute la luxuriance de ces concrete walls of gruga auxquelles vous aurez, s'il le faut, bien du mal à renoncer sans prendre une nouvelle ... posture.

thierry massard / 18 septembre 2021 - 11:42



Taking the position of the one who seems detached from things, the multiplicity of our feelings, illusions built on the yardstick of a wandering mind suddenly seized, frozen by the perfect accuracy of a balance between consciousness and insouciance. RoT's concrete walls of gruga, a track taken from the recent battery ep, gives rise here to 6 complete rereadings whose aforementioned combinatory accuracy testifies to the rich amplitude of a musician in perpetual motion - the thing being so rare that it deserves to be pointed out. Not content with sharing an original success with himself, Sven Piayda has called together a dream team, discreet in appearance, but which will certainly make history. Opening this opus, we knew that Guido Richter (aka Kratzwerk) was in full empathy with our torments about the musical future, it should now be said that this boy is also a masterly accelerator of fine particles. What can we say about the magnificent performance of We Deserve This, except to regret that it does not last a little longer, prolonging ad infinitum this delicate state of remembrance. Back to reality, if Ralf Gatzen aka Konvlikt wishes to be appreciated on convincing facts, the demonstration of his efficient talent here is not in doubt. An urban prism and a fine Dna-splitter, Wesenberg amuses himself with the bucolic perfume to methodically extract its alchemy, transforming here the components into a skilful emulsion, thus opening up new perspectives that are up to you to imagine. A collaborative sideproject for Sven Piayda, whose epicentre is Chris Huff, Primal Scapes (also authors of the sumptuous "afterlife" on the highly recommendable Entertain ep) envisages a new ergonomics for this so facetious track. The surprise is large-scale, since it's on the borders of an inflammatory prog rock. Host of this powerful enterprise, Record Of Tides closes the work in an undeniable desensitization process, showing with brio, and a possible energy of despair, all the luxuriance of these concrete walls of gruga to which you'll have, if you have to, a lot of trouble to give up without taking a new ... posture.

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Rasterphonics :: megaUpload


Autant l'annoncer de facto, si nous en sommes (encore) aux balbutiements d'une vague, héritière d'une domination sans partage, il se peut que MegaUpload puisse en être l'une des plus précieuses pierres angulaires. Entamée en janvier 2017 et troisième chapitre d'une fructueuse collaboration pour archologic, MegaUpload n'usurpe en rien son titre.
Découpées au chalumeau hydroalcoolique, car fruits d'un confinement léthargique et planétaire, les 19 pièces sont, selon l'aveu, de leur auteur, le résultat d'une exploration des méandres de notre inconscient informatique collectif. Un constat, témoignage fidèle d'un territoire aux limites incertaines, un véritable soundscape aux excroissances parfois cathodiques (Panal Clus) ou nourries aux impulsions harmonieuses d'un microprocesseur (celeron), succès d'édition de l'année 1998, pour n'en citer que l'infime partie d'une succession de luxuriants paysages diatoniques. MegaUpload, une géométrie harmonique fluctuante, aussi ondoyante (arabesque) qu'élégamment incantatoire ( fading away) allant parfois même jusqu'au charme désuet (dragonfly MMX) d'un monde rêvé. Si enfin, il est question d'apercevoir, ici, les contours d'une vague faisant surface, elle ne peut nier qu'elle fut, d'abord et avant tout,  une abyssale lame de fond.

thierry massard / 11 septembre 2021 - 17:52


We might as well announce it de facto, if we are (still) in the infancy of a wave, heir to an undivided domination, it may be that MegaUpload could be one of its most precious cornerstones. Begun in January 2017 and the third chapter of a fruitful collaboration for archologic, MegaUpload in no way usurps its title.
Cut with a hydroalcoholic torch, as the fruit of a lethargic and planetary confinement, the 19 pieces are, according to their author, the result of an exploration of the meanders of our collective computer unconscious. An observation, a faithful testimony of a territory with uncertain limits, a real soundscape with excrescences sometimes cathodic (Panal Clus) or nourished with the harmonious impulses of a microprocessor (celeron), publishing success of the year 1998, to quote only the tiny part of a succession of luxuriant diatonic landscapes. MegaUpload, a fluctuating harmonic geometry, as undulating (arabesque) as it is elegantly incantatory (fading away), sometimes even going as far as the old-fashioned charm (dragonfly MMX) of a dreamed world. If, at last, it is a question of glimpsing, here, the contours of a wave surfacing, it cannot deny that it was, first and foremost, an abyssal groundswell.

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SAI :: why worry about something that is not going to happen


Résister ! Résister encore et toujours. Attendre. Le temps. Le temps devenu nécessaire et fondateur de matières sonores contenues, comprimées. Reculer à l'infini les échéances. La quête ininterrompue, l'explosion libératoire. Hurlons !

Why worry about something that is not going to happen n'a que faire de nos supposées sentimentalités.

Yasen Penchev ne joue pas dans la même catégorie. Manipulateur d'une adrénaline non raffinée, équilibrisme harmonique de première nécessité, une vitalité aussi éphémère que monstrueuse, la lave. 

Why worry about something that is not going to happen, à l'instar du remarquable et puissant visuel d'Angel Draganov, est érigé sans possible contrôle, sans compromis, muraille saillante. Difficile d'y plaquer des mots sans avoir le souffle coupé net. La domestication de l'ouvrage n'est pas ordre d'entendement. 

Reste la stupéfiante beauté de cette forteresse sonore, pour laquelle Kaloyan Ivanov, échappé momentanément de TFSL, tisse une influente contribution (devoid of form and substance). Un monument traversé de part en part des fulgurances phoniques de Boyan Avramov, sans oublier la notable et apaisante participation d'Ivo Petrov (we are trails of yesterday's magic).

Why worry about something that is not going to happen n'est fait, ni pour vous, ni pour moi, ni d'ailleurs  pour son auteur - Il existe.

thierry massard / 3 septembre 2021 - 23:23


Съпротивлявайте се! Съпротивлявайте се отново и отново. Изчакване. Време. Време, което се е превърнало в необходимост, и основател на съдържаща се, компресирана звукова материя. Безкрайно отлагане на крайните срокове. Непрекъснатото търсене, освобождаващата експлозия. Да нададем вой!

Why worry about something that is not going to happen и не се интересува от нашите предполагаеми сантименталности.

Ясен Пенчев не играе в същата категория. Манипулатор на нерафиниран адреналин, хармонично балансиране от първи порядък, жизненост, колкото ефимерна, толкова и чудовищна, лава. 

Why worry about something that is not going to happen, не е за вас, нито за мен, нито за автора му - то съществува.

, като забележителната и силна визуална картина на Ангел Драганов, е издигната без възможен контрол, без компромис, стърчаща стена. Трудно е да го опишеш с думи, без да ти секне дъхът. Одомашняването на творбата не е от порядъка на разбирането. 

Това, което остава, е изумителната красота на тази звукова крепост, за която Калоян Иванов, моментално избягал от ТФСЛ, изтъкава въздействащ принос (devoid of form and substance). Паметник, обхождан от едната до другата страна от фонетиката на Боян Аврамов, без да забравяме забележителното и успокояващо участие на Иво Петров (we are trails of yesterday's magic).

Why worry about something that is not going to happen, не е за вас, нито за мен, нито за автора му - то съществува.


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