Well, well. This year we hit the exact date to post some Halloween music.
REVENGE OF THE CURSE sure got haunting harpsichord, suspenseful stick and theremin of terror, but otherwise the tune is scary in a saturday morning cartoons sort of way.
This post sure comes a bit late for people to use it for halloweenish purposes. But hey, it’s not like Halloween doesn’t make a reunion next year.
Hmm, maybe I should plan my postings more carefully with a calendar? Or should I not? Stay or go?
Hey, I believe christmas is on it’s way.
Has it really been two years since I pressed the big button of the internets, and launched kongano?
Yes it has, and it feels like it was two years ago.
Now I’m putting a party hat on and have a cup of muesli.
About the superextradelicious song of today: ENTRY OF THE MORTALS is the name and some sort of a fanfare’s the game.
Party on Spartacus, party on me!
Break is over. Back to work.
The title, what the heck is that?
I don’t know, but RAD JET SUPS GOT NOTHING ON THIS ONE is deep action folk.
I guess I didn’t get enough of that genre wordplay a few weeks ago.
What about the songs title, what’s that?
Umm, I got nothing.
Time for the fourth once in while-nual representation of short tunes!
“Boredom dressed in blue”, which is not very exciting work, muscially speaking. It’s supposed to be like standing in a queue. Stare down. Check your phone. What’s that smell? Check your phone. Quiet desperation.
“Second to last boss” was an accident. It was originally a sound test for a different tune. And as you can tell, it’s video game music in it’s chiptune glory.
“Small yay” is something I like to call “orchestral comical entertainment music”. I think it sums it up nicely. Silly melody with, well, not much more.
Au naturel, these tunes can be found in SHORTS.
You know the feeling when you put on your shoes, jump in to your car and drive to Australia to buy a carton of milk, only to realise that you’ve easily gotten it in the nearby grocery store, just across the street?
The metaphor may be a bit crippled, but let me tell you, making TACK TOO really felt like such an odyssey.
What you don’t hear in that tune is a whole bunch of “toppings”. And that would be all sorts of fancy schmancy details, more instruments and an additional C-part. Oh yeah, and melody.
After adding all the sprinkles, syrup and chips, the tunes vanilla flavour was gone.
Although I’m usually “more is more”-sort of guy, in this case it felt like the whole point of the song was missing. The road wasn’t clear. The hot fudge was all over the kitchen!
Today’s double metaphor…over and out!
Why drive to the other side of earth for milk then. Well, I guess I just lost my sense of direction for a while. But now I’m back in the track with a frozen snack.
This one’s a ballad of a famous poet-warlord ZINKO VON POWERCHIEF, the bane of TV’s. Although it’s not a ballad. It’s post-stoner electrock.
Or contemporary trip-bop sludge-gazing.
Or pre-post-blues hop dancé.
Or blip blop *blows the nose -xStarSlayer987x- of Ulm.