Dave Aftandilian
Powerful, plaintive expression of the fathomless sorrow of our suffering cetaceans and their depthless home, together with the indescribable loveliness of their distant blue-black realm. I feel as much interstellar space here as I do deep ocean, equally crushing and buoying.
Som Bhattacharyya
i close my eyes and I am the wreckage at the bottom of the ocean. Happily eroding away and merging into one with the all consuming blue. amazing soundscapes by a great musician and a special note to the great Greg Chandler for mixing this to perfection. Get it !
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"Tribute Cetacean" is a set of vinyl of both "Unsleep" and "Subaqueous" on vinyl CD. This set comes with the original gatefold and single jacket covers that come with the standard versions of the vinyl and 2 solid black CDs. Comes in a blue polybag. Additionally, the package includes a painting by sole member M.S. depicting the sea and inspiration (while we still have it) of the depths -- namely of whale song whose calls we have heard well. The picture attached is an approximation of what the paintings will look like. Every single painting will be unique and will total an amount of ??? different hand-painted tributes to the lovely sea creatures with whom we share a planet with.
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Thank you to A.L. for the suggestion of charity, and thank you to the various cetacean that have helped form this second chapter for Drown.
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Drown - Subaqueous - "Black Depths" vinyl LP
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Pre-order of the new album, Subaqueous, on vinyl. Comes in gatefold on black 180g vinyl with art by Nightjar Art of Adam Burke, Karmazid, and layout designed by Heresie Graphics.
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Mother, Human
Walks the sandy stage
salt water spits at her feet
mocking the death of her son
Her skull swollen with grief
Her heart throbbing a slow waltz
A rhythm with which she dances
Into the sea...
Bodies of creatures ill-famed
Kissed by suns none
Possess abstract burdens
In which their young are devoured
The mother's heart
Surrounded by crushed lung
Beats no more...
Cetacean calls, for the death of their young
Mother Human sinks, for the death of her son
Human swam towards their call
She... swam...
Seized by subaqueous tide
Human and whale sank even further
Deeper, deeper, deeper
The trench beckons equivalence
Mother...
The burdening depth of the sea
Has swallowed your son.
Cetacean...
The burdening depth of the sea
has swallowed your young
Mother...
The burdening depth of the sea
Has swallowed your son...
... I drown...
Weight, incomprehensible
Covers the shoulders of lava
With solemn detest
Deep trench, whose slaves
Are unwelcome to enter
Whose skin covers your floor?
A human
His carcass obliterated
Pressurized
Blood spread thin
Across the sea floor
Joined with the water
Somehow
His shadow walks...
Strands bleeding...
Attached to
The cloaked vessels
Slowly angle his neck upward
To see sunken mother's shadow,
Dead...
A face's silhouette
Grew out of the Earth
Its mouth screamed and cried
Trauma personified itself
As tectonic erosion
He Who Is
The One
Who Does Not Sleep
Is Father
Of All...
This weight, incomprehensible
Pulls everything into the mouth
of Father Subaqueous
Deeper still,
We go...
... I drown...
about
On his second album "Subaqueous" under the Drown moniker, Funeral Doom enthusiast Markov Soroka - also the heart and soul of Tchornobog and Aureole - sets out to absorb all light and in the process creates realms of fluorescent beauty.
While celebrating surges of darkness and disturbance through Tchornobog, the obsessively driven artist offers a different facet of his persona via Drown. Although the foundation of the music is uncompromisingly heavy and grief-laden, it is carried by a current of playful melodies and weightless harmonies. These forces combined create a relentless maelstrom into the depths of the sea.
Produced by Greg Chandler (Esoteric), who is no stranger to funeral doom metal, "Subaqueous" is a jewel that shines brightly within this still rather obscure genre. As Markov frankly states: "Drown is what I wished 'aquatic doom' sounded like before I started the project."
Just as his other ventures, Drown is based on an ongoing conceptual story and to be seen as a musical theater of sorts, focussing on one protagonist among other characters. Since such stories can work on a metaphorical level too, Markov says: "The drowning of our lives is as much a metaphor as it is a construct to escape into on this album. The common woe of human life are the various forms of grief and depression we feel as loss."
The water filling the protagonist's lungs not only crushes them; they make him one with the ocean deep …
"Subaqueous" is available as Digipak CD and Gatefold LP (black, limited transparent blue).
Artwork: Nightjar art of Adam Burke
Sound: All music, lyrics and concepts by Markov Soroka
Photography: Lillian Liu
Logo: Karmazid
Layout: Alejandro Tedin at Heresie Graphics
Recorded by: Markov Soroka
Drums recorded by: Wessel Damian at Catacomben Studios
Violin performance by Gina Hendrika Eygenhuysen by M.S. in 2018
Mixed and mastered by: Greg Chandler and Priory Recording Studio
It's haunting. It's chaos. It's energy. It's fatigue. It's happiness. It's sadness. It's love. It's hate. This is close to the perfect black metal album for me. Marcello Velasco
