Octave bass. It’s great, isn’t it?

To answer my own question, yes, you’re absolutely right! Octave bass is wonderful!

Although it’s heyday was a good 40+ years ago, I still think it’s somewhat too dominating element to be used frequently. It’s like you have to hear it being used by someone else to gain the permission to stick it in your own music.

You know what, I did hear it being used.

Therefore UNKPOP has it.

Hmm, listening Maurice White & Co. more often would grant me a truckload of octave bass-tokens.

Mother of all hmms.

Producing SPELKLOKK was a theoretical struggle. It was all about taming the chords – making them sound smooth, although the structure is actually pretty complicated.

Well, maybe not that complicated. More like clever.

The process reminded me of something my high school finnish teacher said about writing a good essay: The writing part must be hard in order to make the result easy to read.

Well said!

So, what you’re hearing today is domesticated nightmarish glockenspiels.

Then some metal.

With COLD SUN SILENCE, my starting point was Paradise Lost / Amorphis-sort of stuff. You know, that melodic guitar hovering over power chord mass.

(Maybe there’s more of the latter, with it’s folksy & grim feel)

And yes, the lead guitars go in thirds, like those boys in Thin Lizzy & Iron Maiden used to do. Although in this kind of heavier context, they sound more “hetfieldistic”.

Small chunk of winter.

Right. Let’s get this over with.

WASHED was the first tune I made, when these times begun. You know. So, washing your hands was pretty much the thing to do.

Like otherwise I wouldn’t wash my hands dozens of times a day… With moisturising soap or not… Washing after coming home, washing at work, washing at friends, at public places when possible… Washing before, during and after cooking, eating & doing dishes… Washing after visiting a certain room found in every house that has running water, but where you extremely rarely cook in… Washing in the morning, during the day, in the everning…

Washing free zone is located in the sleepy lands.

Also, things me & you should always do, even when we’re not told to:

– Not to sneeze / cough on other peoples faces
– Try to maintain one Abdul-Jabbar (2.18m) of safety distance to other people
– Wipe your feet before entering any indoor space
– Say thank you / sorry when necessary
– Not to drink battery acid even when very thirsty

– Soundweave
– Odd combo of assorted brass & woodwinds
– Each instrument shall only play one note
– Notes are to be long & smooth
– D/Ab
– Let’s see what other chords we shall find
– Make the tune “breathe”

These ingredients = DAb CONGLOMERATION

I slipped the “one note only”-rule a bit. You know, for artistic reasons. The trombone felt like having it’s moment in the limelight.

And then we went all LoFi.

GHOST TRAIN twists & turns. It’s mobile and solid and just keeps on going.

At this point of writing this, I started wondering why ghosts? Why not just a normal train with steam engine, coal and lots of noise & smoke?

Well, I did watch the old Disney cartoon “Lonesome Ghosts” back then. I didn’t realise this until now.

This is how monkey brain works I guess.

So, some spooky – or spoopy – mechanical surf rock for ye.

We got names.

We got happenings, comfortable & dangerous. We got places to actually be in and places in the darkest corners of your mind. We got time.

We got colours, we got feelings and we got a condition that makes you wanna dance.

We got intentions, both good & not so.

We got numbers & we got sequels.

We got anagrams, we got word play and we got onomatopoeia.

We got memories, we got headache, we got double & triple entendres and we got something that’s quite absurd & abstract.

We got humans & we got dwarves.

Voila, now we also got GNOMES.

Coming up: Elves, orcs, dragonkin, lizardmen, pixies, skaven etc.

AU RINKO

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Now that’s a stupid title, if I’ve ever seen one!

What was I thinking?

How could I be such a fool?

I blame spring fatigue.

Happy piano is happy.

Cool turbochaged Lamborghini gliding up ‘n down the landscape, that’s all black and pink and magenta. Everything’s flat ‘n cool and odorless.

No.

More like rusty dune buggy crashing through the ruins of a city that used to be.

HEAD IN THE MAGNETIC CLOUDS is a state of mind.

I was dancing, I was browsing
I was merely wasting time
What should I do, what should I do

I came across this pergament
I did not recognize
What did I see, what did I see

Handwriting seemed strangely familiar
The title was CONRAD SIEVER
There was music, there were letters
Young man’s heart and soul

I picked up my spade and sharpened my spear
Made music grow like grass
Dear estate of Edgar Lee Masters
Please don’t sue my…