Lull - No messages, nope, never

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Music

Tags:

• Dark ambient
• mick harris
• industrial
• minimal
• noise
• scorn
• napalm death
• vinyl

[TheAetherealMeadow]

Btw I couldn't fit all that in once comment so read it from down to up.

[TheAetherealMeadow]

You climb the metal scraps to get a better view of what awaits on the horizon, only to see nothing but more suffocating dismal clouds that stretch towards the infinite, with silhouettes of non ending expanse of disassociated rusty shapes, alienated from their destinies that have existed in some vast expanse of an epoch that has passed by.

[TheAetherealMeadow]

You're hoping ever so slightly that maybe there will be a break in the cloud, that for the first time in this epoch, even for a moment, that you will see the Sun shine, filling you with even a fleeting hope.

[TheAetherealMeadow]

The scrap metal fills you with despairing grief, for it bears resemblance to shapes from times past, things that used to be but are no more. The place goes on forever and ever, and you keep going and going, and no matter what, you are the only one in this place, not a single other soul to confide in. Sometimes you see a tiny crack in the overcast, a patch of cloud that lets through only extremely incrementally more light than the rest of the sky.

[TheAetherealMeadow]

This is absolutely chilling. Dark ambient music like this reminds me of a horrifying place in some distant past. A never ending place full of twisted scrap metal shapes. The most striking feature of this place is that it's overcast. It's nothing like any cloudy day you've ever seen on Earth. These clouds only let through the most despairing gloom. This gloom weighs down on you with a suffocating weight that just about chokes you.

[olivierpil]

No news is good news, yep, ever

[xanthein008]

Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!