Ghost Food - Night In My Mind
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You're in a great aunt's house, only it was abandoned in the 1950s and god that floral wallpaper wreaks of age. Ghost Food is a new project from Paul Cordes Wilm (Nowhere Squares, Acre Pillows) and Joel Nelson (Silica Gel, flusnoix, solo). This creepy mini album is a feast for the haints in the woodworks, an offering ripe for the Halloween season. The duo improvises with custom electronics and acoustic instruments & objects, while Paul weaves haunting spoken word fragments and field holler vocalizations....pushing the music into an
avant-Southern Gothic territory.
“...the four tracks combine spectral ambience, obtuse spoken word, and memorable songwriting to wondrous effect, and each moment is just as enigmatic and beguiling as the next, whether Wilm is muttering surreal observations about biscuits (“Little Things We Said”) or Nelson is conjuring unforgettable beauty from his arcane arsenal of instruments (“Ghost’s Come Home”). -Noise Not Music
Joel explains how it began:
"It was so unintentional. He just came over and started doing weird shit. He had this thing he brought with cardboard tubes that he started singing into. And then we had a ghostly experience in the house. Even MayMay started walking towards the door and we were just playing....and we thought someone came into the house and walked into the other room or something. That's what all those references are, it's all about that ghost encounter we had.
Paul was singing into the tube, and I was playing the trogotronic, and it sounded like a human voice...the synth sounded like a human voice...i think it was the frequencies we were hitting,...i think it really triggered a ghostly experience for us....it was very vocal, very much in that range...and it just had this feeling like there was a human presence there......and that's what's audible on the first track.
So we were in the music room.......i wasn't even talking to Paul yet, and we were playing...and I looked up, and MayMay was there and looked toward the door (in the other room) as if you had come home. It was an audible stimulation that someone was there...it was a fascinating thing that we shared. It was a weird experience to have with someone.....to have the exact same feeling. So that's where the name came from...Ghost Food. Like a ghost that eats sounds."
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A Halloween mix curated by Noise Not Music featuring Ghost Food
Field notes by JuJu :
1. Ghost's Come Home
You're approaching the entrance of a darkened tunnel to hear a concert of the unknown?
rough-neck neighbors in rare form? animal calls distorted to hallucinated music by the echoes? is the tunnel tin? is it glass? could the good ol boys have a cult? Is it the masonic lodge having an underground field trip? What could aboriginal elders and Chinese mountain hermits be haunting abandoned silos in the dee south for? They would be the ones to summon that metal harpy- Someone is enchanting it- they hum the crystal rims with one wet magician's finger all the while, perfectly serene and focused. To think: a cryptid could be hypnotized this time of year Or, if the title tells true, the ram's horn and cowbell calls to The Wandering; and we hear the screaming tones of their reactivation of the relentless refuge each evening.
2. Hello Ghost
Then you're in a great aunt's house, in Center, or Hayden, or Hanceville, or Clanton
only it was abandoned in the 1950s and god that floral wallpaper wreaks of age.
Luzianne and pancake syrup tint the inside air, it's just terrible and it's what they were at home with. You are sick from the breath-taste of it, this music is making you relive your disturbance with the homes that the sands of time and memory are grinding away. Resurrecting the innermost childhood discomforts with the dark subconscious
auras and discomforting quirks of distant relatives you don't have to see at family reunions anymore. It reminds us of what we might forget, without museums and books, and the beatles
which grip the livers of man, still dictating. Paul's monologue is undisguised, almost child-like in its allowance for words to fall out, unabashedly tripping straigh towards the listener; all-the-while making intense eye contact Nasal honesty of voice, just like speaking with him in person, but he's speaking to you with severe intention and inquisition. Interrogative strings run you up and down mildewed staircases. Disintegrating, domestic, thoroughl confrontational to the nerves, bona fide haunted.
3.Little Things We Said
Paul's vocalizations are possessed as a full-spirited hillbilly with a voice like a cloudbuster, conjuring storms in-tongues; possessed-by-a-fiddle backwoods ecstatic, thinning the veil with incantation that boils the extradimensional membrane. Sounds like summoning the wrath
of one of the Dust Bowl's Black Blizzards; or lamenting what woe keeps this crier circling the clay of that last incarnation in a high-vexed poltergeist's strain Atmospherics bringing in War of the Worlds machinery. Hair raising in sepia with warm sci fi lasers humming to life underneath shotgun huts in The Depression
4. Night in My Mind
It could almost be the first jacuzzi jets of a dub lounge track-- if that breezy rooftop club was stuck in a mothball scented, antiques cluttered basement, where the memories of belled bicycles play. A spoken metaphysical journal of the haunted, confessional, surrounded, and moving through planes of eerie etherspheres. Notes of astral travel and clairaudient ramblings just-before-sleep. Easily the favorite trac of the late H.P. Lovecraft and Sleep Paralysis Demons everywhere.
What do ghosts eat? The feelings generated from memories? Our expressions of life,
speaking experience back into their para-senses Our words, our memorenergy, retelling them into corporeal delusion of sensation. Violent vibrations that retell the amputee of human life (phantom limb phenomenon) what it was to feel shaking bones? This album is a feast for the eldritch haints in the woodworks, and an outright offering in the curiousity it unearths in the listener.
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You're in a great aunt's house, only it was abandoned in the 1950s and god that floral wallpaper wreaks of age. Ghost Food is a new project from Paul Cordes Wilm (Nowhere Squares, Acre Pillows) and Joel Nelson (Silica Gel, flusnoix, solo). This creepy mini album is a feast for the haints in the woodworks, an offering ripe for the Halloween season. The duo improvises with custom electronics and acoustic instruments & objects, while Paul weaves haunting spoken word fragments and field holler vocalizations....pushing the music into an
avant-Southern Gothic territory.
“...the four tracks combine spectral ambience, obtuse spoken word, and memorable songwriting to wondrous effect, and each moment is just as enigmatic and beguiling as the next, whether Wilm is muttering surreal observations about biscuits (“Little Things We Said”) or Nelson is conjuring unforgettable beauty from his arcane arsenal of instruments (“Ghost’s Come Home”). -Noise Not Music
Joel explains how it began:
"It was so unintentional. He just came over and started doing weird shit. He had this thing he brought with cardboard tubes that he started singing into. And then we had a ghostly experience in the house. Even MayMay started walking towards the door and we were just playing....and we thought someone came into the house and walked into the other room or something. That's what all those references are, it's all about that ghost encounter we had.
Paul was singing into the tube, and I was playing the trogotronic, and it sounded like a human voice...the synth sounded like a human voice...i think it was the frequencies we were hitting,...i think it really triggered a ghostly experience for us....it was very vocal, very much in that range...and it just had this feeling like there was a human presence there......and that's what's audible on the first track.
So we were in the music room.......i wasn't even talking to Paul yet, and we were playing...and I looked up, and MayMay was there and looked toward the door (in the other room) as if you had come home. It was an audible stimulation that someone was there...it was a fascinating thing that we shared. It was a weird experience to have with someone.....to have the exact same feeling. So that's where the name came from...Ghost Food. Like a ghost that eats sounds."
A Halloween mix curated by Noise Not Music featuring Ghost Food
Field notes by JuJu :
1. Ghost's Come Home
You're approaching the entrance of a darkened tunnel to hear a concert of the unknown?
rough-neck neighbors in rare form? animal calls distorted to hallucinated music by the echoes? is the tunnel tin? is it glass? could the good ol boys have a cult? Is it the masonic lodge having an underground field trip? What could aboriginal elders and Chinese mountain hermits be haunting abandoned silos in the dee south for? They would be the ones to summon that metal harpy- Someone is enchanting it- they hum the crystal rims with one wet magician's finger all the while, perfectly serene and focused. To think: a cryptid could be hypnotized this time of year Or, if the title tells true, the ram's horn and cowbell calls to The Wandering; and we hear the screaming tones of their reactivation of the relentless refuge each evening.
2. Hello Ghost
Then you're in a great aunt's house, in Center, or Hayden, or Hanceville, or Clanton
only it was abandoned in the 1950s and god that floral wallpaper wreaks of age.
Luzianne and pancake syrup tint the inside air, it's just terrible and it's what they were at home with. You are sick from the breath-taste of it, this music is making you relive your disturbance with the homes that the sands of time and memory are grinding away. Resurrecting the innermost childhood discomforts with the dark subconscious
auras and discomforting quirks of distant relatives you don't have to see at family reunions anymore. It reminds us of what we might forget, without museums and books, and the beatles
which grip the livers of man, still dictating. Paul's monologue is undisguised, almost child-like in its allowance for words to fall out, unabashedly tripping straigh towards the listener; all-the-while making intense eye contact Nasal honesty of voice, just like speaking with him in person, but he's speaking to you with severe intention and inquisition. Interrogative strings run you up and down mildewed staircases. Disintegrating, domestic, thoroughl confrontational to the nerves, bona fide haunted.
3.Little Things We Said
Paul's vocalizations are possessed as a full-spirited hillbilly with a voice like a cloudbuster, conjuring storms in-tongues; possessed-by-a-fiddle backwoods ecstatic, thinning the veil with incantation that boils the extradimensional membrane. Sounds like summoning the wrath
of one of the Dust Bowl's Black Blizzards; or lamenting what woe keeps this crier circling the clay of that last incarnation in a high-vexed poltergeist's strain Atmospherics bringing in War of the Worlds machinery. Hair raising in sepia with warm sci fi lasers humming to life underneath shotgun huts in The Depression
4. Night in My Mind
It could almost be the first jacuzzi jets of a dub lounge track-- if that breezy rooftop club was stuck in a mothball scented, antiques cluttered basement, where the memories of belled bicycles play. A spoken metaphysical journal of the haunted, confessional, surrounded, and moving through planes of eerie etherspheres. Notes of astral travel and clairaudient ramblings just-before-sleep. Easily the favorite trac of the late H.P. Lovecraft and Sleep Paralysis Demons everywhere.
What do ghosts eat? The feelings generated from memories? Our expressions of life,
speaking experience back into their para-senses Our words, our memorenergy, retelling them into corporeal delusion of sensation. Violent vibrations that retell the amputee of human life (phantom limb phenomenon) what it was to feel shaking bones? This album is a feast for the eldritch haints in the woodworks, and an outright offering in the curiousity it unearths in the listener.
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