It's a new week, a new moon, each staged for a second sun from none other than Adarkah Ianqu, the world's most prolific churner of weird, industrial sounds.
For this four-track album, the composer constructs a reality in which harsh, highbrow horrors rule, and per its McGoohan-esque body politic, the titles project a prickly progression.
For example, "elitism" is an epic of bedeviling snobbery, with the scrape of circling cogs beneath the upper crust's lush base: a place where a king may advocate compassion, but never to those who water his grass.
As a forceful follow-up, "generality" presents a grimy game of censorious correctness. The seasoning here is gray and ambivalent, never daring to take a side or spark a controversial thought along the daily grind. No matter how much one may wish to scream or squawk, everything is one big, share-and-share-alike tit-for-tat in the barren bowels of don't-offend-anybody Hell.
With the next track, "totalitarianism", a surrogate Pontius Pilate has seized leaderless control, letting others cook electronic bondage for him at every lid-clamped turn. It's now an imminent crackling that one hears throughout, with office-space Gestapo marching to springs and snaps that slip damaging day into worrisome night.
In an attempt to stay safe, one seeks "self-exile". After all, the streams of one's mind spew the sincerest salvation. Rage seeps and rises within this haunted chamber. Fear mollifies it, too, with blows that flatten the brainy turf into fertile manure, from which fake flowers and sterile fulfillment grow.
Indeed, second sun fosters each corner of one's elbow-greased prison, for the best savior always beams brightest within.
To bask in Ianqu's industrial illumination, one may listen at
https://adarcahianku.bandcamp.com/album/second-sun.
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