Today’s weather report (mostly about dungeon synth and the liminal)

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 In my last post I talked nostalgia and progress (or lack there of) and how it relates to two things I am intrigued by.


In this post I am going to ramble a bit about my day and Since I am obsessed with dungeon synth right now will likely ramble about it as well.


Only slept five or six hours and did therapy but still getting over my flu. Spent three hours with my baby bird Luna. I then spent the last three or four hours doing a deep dive into dungeon synth. Which I listen a whole bunch of but don’t know most of the artists other than some of the 90s black metal influenced and Erang (my personal favorite) who I really relate to his approach to art and vibes.


Going  to include some of these new discoveries in a list below.


Old tower - tales of the mad moon (more dark ambient but really like this)


Diplodocus - slow and  heavy (technically considered dino-synth a similar liminal genre focusing the kitsch retro prehistoric representation of the world.)


Atrium of time (soundtrack the soundtrack to the book of the new sun)


Chaucerian myth -canterbary  tales (liminal concept album about old English literature)


Ur pale - water tombs and crimson horizons. (Does tot he high seas what erang does to dungeons.)


To a certain degree I feel liminal music describes all of these artists. Though dungeon synth only describes some of them. Something to think about in the future. They all have a kitsch/lo-fi/sentimental vibe.  But some focus on more classically structured arrangements that then function as a kind response to cheesy New Age music in a similar way that punk is a commentary on classic rock.


Soundtracks to spaces that don’t exist and dreams will be forgotten and are all the more precious for it.  It’s interesting listening to music most people wouldn’t get and feeling bad about it. These artist are creating little pockets of culture forever on the peripheral of society that only manages to fixate on a ecluding visions that would dangerously broaden the mind if only they could be included.


I been thinking how many masterpieces are lost every time a major war comes around. I mean all those guys on D-day. How many Shakespeare/generational talents are lost to history. How many were snuffed out… and we can only overhear them occasionally where the wires cross paths and like some ghost from another era we rename the aspiration that we have anything to offer then another name for the same tragedy.


Peace and love.


Be safe it there friends.   

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