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Sketches from the biomechanical heart of England's bleak, industrial North West.

Come with me now to the subconscious borderlands of sleep and wakefulness. Explore the sensory phantasmata of hypnagogic dreamlets. Feel static-like frisson sensations tingling down your spine. Join me on the journey into the heart of etherCore.

Find me on Soundcloud, YouTube, Bandcamp and @pytchblend
© 2016 Darryl Lucas

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released August 1, 2016

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pytchblend Manchester, UK

Pytchblend (aka Darryl Lucas) is an English sound artist whose work studies the half-awake moments before the onset of sleep using AMSR and frisson-inducing spectral manipulation into audio dreamlets.

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Track Name: ephemeralGold (Ft. Yawha)
Languid she lay, on the kelp now a drying.
Ashore on the sandbank, her fate there was waiting.
Once soft salty-scales, now brittle and weathered,
Sintered dry eyes, half-closed and tethered.
Where dost thou go for escape.

The sunset, the glimmer, a long-ago time,
salt-bleached and wanting, her aspect sublime.
Shrivelled and wrinkled from the rip of the wave,
no solace there, as her pale lips did fade.
Where dost thou go for escape.

Through tears on the sand, she awoke; his arrival.
They spoke with their minds, of their love, it's survival
Of past times explaining the flow of the whole,
did her voice without words stressing feelings of woe.
For her there was no escape.

In sacking he wrapped her, sea water he pored,
carried the bundle from shipwreck to shore.
Her begging demeanour pulled him tight with care,
she breathing no gasps of the fresh cool clean air.
Where do they go for escape.

An aspect of wonder her eyes did relate,
a tale of the deep seas, of troubles and hate.
She told of the reef and the seamen who drowned,
of how they became cursed by the charm of her sound.
For them there was no escape.

The waves that were summoned tipped ships and their crew,
down to the depths of the dark blacky-blue.
Where huge pearls are kept by the king of the water,
the sailor he swam to the kings only daughter.
For them there was no escape.

The palace, he entered in search of his prize,
courtiers awaiting, all turned their dark eyes.
The mermaid for marriage, her hand he did crave,
the dowry his soul and a watery grave.
For her there was no escape.

The mermaid imprisoned, she quietly wept,
asleep on the sand, his heart still and kept.
She wanted to take him far from the sea,
yet in her bright heart it wasn't to be.
She hunted for their escape, their escape.

Stocktaking his future, the sea out of reach,
she now walks on two legs, so dry was the beach.
Salt water avoided, her tail won't awaken,
He has her to hold, the Sea king's forsaken.
They'd found their perfect escape.
Track Name: arcLight
Right. brake light, brake light, opening night
Quite plight put right leading light.
Recite alight tonight. Trite.
Alright, might re-invite stage-fright.
Sweetness-and-light-polite, reignite just right second-sight.
Sit tight, in-flight, arc light.
Track Name: after J. F. Sebastian
Hearing a click of a key at the door
my heartbeat's steps stop.
The shadows in and out of each other
chunner to themselves.
Unsure, I wait in mourning.