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Choppy Noodles 2019
1 Sun . . Fire
2 Breath . . Wind
3 Blood . . Water
4 Bone . . Soil
It would be far
too easy to hurl superlatives at Common Eider, King Eider’s latest ritualistic
explorations, even though it deserves all of them for its sheer thaumaturgic
majesty. Egregore is indeed an apt
title for this opus, embodying as it does the occult concept of a thoughtform
becoming an autonomous psychic entity which possesses the capability of
influencing the minds and thoughts of others. The four tracks aren’t so much
meant to be listened to, but to be experienced: it’s the aural equivalent of
mind- and consciousness-altering drugs. Gateways, if you will, to parallel
realities and universes.
The music has its
origins in ritual: B, S. s and Arexis birthed the compositions during a full
moon night in May 2018 while ensconced in a cabin somewhere in the Pyrenees.
And the sounds are as cold and isolated as the location where they were created.
Here the modern world and all its appurtenances have been stripped away,
revealing to those who would see that the underlying reality of our ancestors
still exists, and that we are still surrounded by the forces that shaped our
forebears and, furthermore, that they’re still capable of being felt and heard,
and that they can still exert a powerful influence.
In fact, the
listener can consider this to be a guided visualisation, a journey of active
imagination. The ringing shimmer and breathy vocalisations of ‘Sun . . Fire’,
the album opener, cuts through the dull and dreary existence of the everyday
and draws us into a subterranean realm where the old gods still walk. ‘Breath
._. Wind’ continues the journey, bringing us deeper and closer to the heart to
the central mystery. The shimmering ringing is still there, the thread of
Ariadne perhaps, but here we encounter groaning entities that are more
primitive and less encumbered by anything beyond their own natures – a notion
that, given our current state, we should give heed to.
‘Blood ._. Water’ is
the threshold upon the Dark Night of the Soul – the hierophant both exhorting
and warning the seeker simultaneously. There is no gain without sacrifice:
there are few willing to make the transaction and fewer still who survive it. Finally,
once we’ve traversed and successfully negotiated the nightside tunnels, ‘Bone
._. Soil’ is the return to earth, reborn and renewed. Ariadne’s thread helps us
retrace our steps and lifts us up into the light. This is Common Eider, King
Eider at their most majestic, cosmic even. The tinkling of a bell is the signal
to our consciousnesses that we must once more inhabit the meat-shells we call
our bodies, and that we must inhabit the false world of maya and illusion once
question that Cold Spring have released a blinder of an album, one that seeps
into the consciousness and invades the brain cells, to linger long after the
final bell fades away. This one will be revisited many times, I suspect.