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ARTIST
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Decay Music n.8: I Hate All the Words
FORMAT
LP
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DSDM 008LP
DSDM 008LP
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RELEASE DATE
1/24/2025
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LP, one-time edition of 250 copies, pressed to 180g black vinyl and housed in a pro-printed jacket contained in a silk-screened PVC sleeve. I Hate All The Words by Luca Scarabelli and Michele Lombardelli's Untitled Noise, the eighth instalment in Die Schachtel's celebrated Decay Music series, is a concept album composed of three tracks designed to explore the remote and hidden depths of psyche: "Misery," the awareness; "The Time," the suspension of disbelief; and "Heaven," the existential atonement through detachment. The sounds and the voice proceed alternately, overlapping, where each, in its progression, asserts itself autonomously -- entities unto themselves, presences in dialogue at the edge of possibility. At times primitive and obsessive, they emerge as reminiscences of the unconscious and emotions, which coincide with unconscious, altered, and unexpected lowness. Sound and voice in unison are a burst of a great energy. Noise-glitch sound patterns, distortions, and objects set into vibration in the "soundscape" are mainly performed by Michele Lombardelli. The lyrics, interpreted by Erica Bazzeghini, were written by Luca Scarabelli, drawing inspiration from a personal experience as well as his art. In Luca's reflection, I Hate All The Words is a path to test the truth, the mystery and the meaning of words. "Self-reflection has been an intimate journey, often conducted in the seclusion, away from the chaos of external reality. In the lyrics it is mirrored in three distinct stages: self-awareness marked by 'Misery,' the suspension of disbelief symbolized by the passage of 'Time,' a moment of misgiving, and finally, recovery through detachment, in the track 'Heaven.' In my thoughts, I see the works of poets like T.S. Eliot, Georg Trakl, and Sylvia Plath, who explored personal pain and transformation." In I Hate All The Words all the "colors" have become dull. Fragments of thoughts and a sonic exploration change the perception of the present reality, evoking the ghosts of the past, in a shattered time, with the weight of whispered words.
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