#eraldo bernocchi

[musicollage]

Bernocchi + Budd + Guthrie – Winter... 2011 : RareNoise Records.

#electronic music #ethereal #ambient music #eraldo bernocchi #harold budd #robin guthrie #2011 #rarenoise #electroacoustic #grand piano #2010s #2010s electroacoustic #neo classical #2010s electronic #2010s neo classical

[simonwest369]

Eraldo Bernocchi & Bill Laswell

#billlaswell #Eraldo Bernocchi #bill laswell #almamegretta #Wordsound #illbient #toshinori kondo #mick harris

[vallumars]

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    Electronic roars mark the territory. They bark. Post-metropolitan flavor. Impenetrable stalagmites. Retaliation. The senses delight.

   Ruggiti elettronici marcano il territorio. Abbaiano. Sapore post-metropolitano. Stalagmiti impenetrabili. Contrappasso. I sensi si compiacciono.

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#nm #2005 #eraldo bernocchi #harold budd #fragments from the inside #electronic #ambient #experimental

[panzertron]

Blackfilm & Eraldo Bernocchi — “Dark Area Of The Night Sky”

#current soundtrack #Blackfilm #Eraldo Bernocchi #whatever the hell kind of music this is

[sleepyearthbabe]

I was tagged by @norelorn to shuffle my repeat playlist and post the first 10 songs, thank you

• Don’t go where I can’t find you by Eraldo Bernocchi, Harold Budd, Robin Guthrie

• Waiting for blood by Uncle Acid & the deadbeats

• Hush by the Maria’s

• Apple by Cibo Matto

• Andromeda by Ethel

• Starburst by Yuki

• You took your time Mount Kimbie, King Krule

• Slomo Slowdive

• Céline by Amaarae, Kyu Steed, 6

• Estranged by Marissa Nadler, Stephen Brodsky

• The System of 1000 Lies by Morgan Delt

I tag anyone who wants to share music 💚🙂

#tagged #music #asks #personal #shuffle #playlist

[jkflesh]

Francesco Perissi XO — Wordless (Justin K Broadrick Remix)

Francesco Perissi XO announces a new remix release to celebrate the Italian EBM project’s tenth year, entitled “10,” due February via Blame Records/Guelfo.

Remixes by Justin K Broadrick, Eraldo Bernocchi, Naresh Ran, In A Slaughter Brain, OCD, Nigh/T\mare, Vittorio Di Mango, SFRMHL, and Kassidy Human Waste.

#francesco perissi xo #justin broadrick

[dionisolieo]

#Spotify

[fabceci]

Toshinori Kondo, Eraldo Bernocchi, Bill Laswell – Charged (1999 - Full A...

#youtube

[listoroboto]

#48] Eraldo Bernocchi & Gary Mundy || Broken Masses Ambient/Drone

#motorobotos 2022 music

[toshootforthestars]

Eraldo Bernocchi, Harold Budd & Robin Guthrie  “Winter Garden“ (instrumental) 2005

#music i like #2005

[mean-hare]

my stupid ed diary , part 6

october, 1 i may be ugly but at least my toys think i am cool and stylish

october, 2 today me and my parents went to the mall. dad bought me super cool sweater (purple with black and acid green anime picture, i dont usually watch anime but these colors and their combination is fave). after that we bought food, drinks and other items. i bought a big roll of duct tape cuz i often use this thing. On the way back it started to rain heavily. we waited some time in the car after we arrived, we ate fine spicy chips i bought and waited till the downpour became weaker. we spend this sunday, you know, like a family. but i overate this day.

october, 3 i trought that i went over my calorie intkake limit because i ate some pastry. but then i recalled that i ate nothing before it and i fit. i didnt failed today!

october, 4 the hunger crumps in my stomach are somehow sweet unpleasantly like a smell of a corpse. am i rotting inside?

october, 5 i went outside to buy something. the weather was bad (sunny). i bought many zero drinks and not big pack of chips, also ive got icecream, bun and mint popsicles i use when i have a sore throat - this autumn and winter will be cold. i walked a little, then sat near the broken fountain with tiles. now its just a pool with rainwater. some little boys were throwing chestnuts at the fountain, it was funny. all evening i drank cola and watched photos and videos about david tower in caracas and kowloon walled city, it was so interesting. at night i had little workout when cracking a pile of walnuts. unfortunately i ate some of them. also i drank a can of coffee cola and it was too much i guess bc i get the wery weird state of mind. it was a bit of dissociation, numbness and soooo restless. i twitched to some funny breakcore music and it helped but the rest of the time i felt numbness in a few body parts. all the time i replaced files and cleaned space on my laptop and planned to clean my room (perhaps i dont know how to do it). i feel determined about weightloss, about tiding. i dont want to sleep but i may need to. now im switching on some eraldo bernocchi and try to at least lay calmly listening to calming noises.

october, 6 this is not my land. may land is unreal here now. my heart is unreal here

october, 7 pancakes. too many. why everything is so stupid? really, everything is so stupid, i dont know, everything is so fuckin stupid

october, 8 just spend all money on sodas and energy drinks. too many of them. my room already full of tin cans and plastic bottles. also sweets. at least i walked almost 3 hours. id better walk more. but fuck it

october, 9 zero soda is good for pooping =)

october, 10 i just woke up almost at night, ate cake, watched movies and went to sleep again. also there was russian bombings while i slept and few hours there was no light because of bomb damage but now electricity is back hooray

october, 11 i want the coldest ocean to swallow me and break my dead bodys bones

october, 12

day forgotten. my memory says fuck u

october, 13 i make so many decors from trash and it mostly looks shitty but solarpunks may be proud of me

october, 14 while felt asleep at 6am and woke up at 7:20 pm there was not very much time to eat. perhaps i dont know how i could sleep so long. but its cool

october, 15

another average day i guess, bc i forgot everything I did (AGAIN!)

october, 16 sometimes i make too much tea at night and forget about it(or just dont want it) and then fall asleep. then i woke up in a warm room with few cups of cold tea, strong, black, enjoyable, and ready to be consumed. so good

october, 17 fuck gender shit, fuck everything, im watching monster high movies and enjoying them!

october, 18 i went totally insane and bought TWO bags of chips (rip)

october, 19 weird cold sunny weather. i went out just in denim jacket and was feelin ultracold. i bring all my plants from the balcony to my room. now it looks like those abandoned rooms full of trash, graffitis and overgroved wild plants

october, 20 wow so much sugar, caffeine and gabber music, i am ovErStimUlatEd cAnT sTAnd sTILL bMbMbMbMBM jjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjxxxxzz

october, 21 only pack of suspicious spicy corn snacks and little bar and a lot of tasty black tea yeeehaw success (i felt asleep after 5 cups of this tea)

october, 22 fucking anti pain pills doesnt seem to work

october, 23 this house is my fuckin prison

october, 24 daily intake: a lot of black tea and less than a pack of 1% milk. i didnt draw anything, i didnt anything besides of reading a few chapters and some useless articles and watching two and half films (besides doing nothin ive still got too tired to watch the last one till the end)

october, 25 my left hand is still aching from day before yesterday sh cuts. i covered it with napkin and duct tape which leaves lighter stripes on my dirty long time unwashed skin. honestly i dont really regret it.

october, 26 i decide that i need an escape.i want to escape this damned place. i have a friend who live in prague at the moment. she will come here at monday to transmit some cats and i will ride in a foreign country with her. the government will give me a flat somewhere and some money, friend says that this money will be enough for flat and food.i talk with her. it will be very Hard! but not impossible i am very nervous about this. i was isolated and had troubles with socializing almost all my life and i dont know how i will live. i never was in a foreign country without my parents. the only time i was without them in strange sity was at 2015 when i rode with one guy to lutsk for 1 day to celebrate new year with the company of an unknown guy. fuck it fas fun.. that guy was called taras and i knew his for a few months and mom made him promise that i will be ok. he bought 2 tickets and we took a bus. at some station, the bus stopped and i used one of the most liminal public toilet and almost missed the bus. we listened to new taake album and i was almost frozen at the final bus stop while we were waiting his long haired friend who had a nickname ртуть that means mercury or plumbum. his flat was an average dirty narc flat with dried plant Adolf (its dried branch was "zigheil" btw I don't think that he was racist) and can of mold called iсусич (it would be called jesusson in english lol). the very old broken big tv box was our christmas table, they gave me to drink beer (yucky) and salad olivie (that ex ussr shit made from cheap sausage, mayo, green pea and corn) i hate this salad but plumbum guy wanted me to not be too drunk so i ate a spunful of this s and almost threw up. beside taras and plumbum guy there was one big guy with short black and yellow hair, one boy with a mohawk called misha (the only one younger than me i was 15 or 16 and he was 14 or 15) and one very cute skinny guy named max, also with black and yellow hair but longer and misfits tshirt, he was smoking in the kitchen or sleeping almost all the time. there were also some gals and guy whose i didnt like but they leave the flat before midnight. at night max was sleeping, misha was in wc i guess and a big guy showed us nsfw girls' pics with cum mainly to shock me and then was wondering why im not shocked. then we went out to buy more beer. plumbum guy tried to make us feel high by eye meds and claimed that this new year party sucks. then we all slept on sofas, chairs and mattresses and big guy broke the sofa and claimed that it was max. it was stupid. the morning room had dirty white walls with few black tags and there was hella cold bc someone forgets to close the window, all the air was in smoke. one of the boys made the shittiest macarons ever. I and taras went back to the bus station and all these guys went with us and misha talked that he dreams about pineapple ranch (he didnt even know what a pineapple plant looks like). i have a dull life so this was maybe the best new year in it. and my ideal winter aesthetic is a morning in a strange flat with noisy punk music, cigarette smoke and a snowy landscape in the window i talked with some of them online some time. taras owe me some money. plumbum guy saw me as a stupid kid and i didnt like it. recently i discovered that he read his poems on some small fest in 2019. misha shaved out a long ago and now looks average. he said that those big guy and plumbum planned some disturbing shit about these minors (us) back then but never did it. we dont talk for many years now. i dont know anything about their current life and about the other two guys as well.

october, 27 now i have a person in my life who enjoy talking with me online. at least seems to. i hope we will be friends

october, 28 i was taking stoopid uquizes all day long. one of them was like "which lovita cookies are you?" i felt superstrong urge about lovita cookies (these are very tasty ukrainian cookies with chocolate chips, fillings or peanuts) and i couldnt help but ruin my diet plans with it. stooooooooopid i also talked with danya. he said that everything will be ok. i dont know if i will be able to stay in touch in november with him because my tech is old and bad.

october, 29 masha (my friend in prague) buying tickets for a train. she will come on monday and we will leave this country on tueday or wednesday. i dont know how i will cope. i dont know if i will be able. i know, people cope with situations like this, people succeed but the fact is i am not the people and i am not really ready to live. but i will try. its an opportunity to change my life. it may be the last chance or the last time i dare. i should try. its weird. all the people run from war and i run from my parents. they dont behave like shitty ones now. i dont know if i will be accepted if somebody discovers that i do it not because of war. but anyway… i think ill became thinner. there will be things that costs money that ill need more than food. lol. anyway i either eat less than the weeks before for example. idk really

october, 30

masha didnt ansver and was online all day. i thought that there's something bad happen with her but she was just too tired and felt asleep...

october, 31

i am almost ready. i met masha and helped her with cat. she buyed me an energy drink. my breakfast was that drink and nicotine bc she smoked near me. today is the day Im going into the world of ???????s. i don't know if it will be good. i don't know nothing. idk if i can get there internet bc of my tech problems. i thought i will write something pathos cheesy goodbyeish here but fuck it!

#mhwnbcb #ed bllog #mental disorder

[simonwest369]

Daniel Gaudi - Maestro

#bill laswell #adrian sherwood #gaudí #almamegretta #Eraldo Bernocchi #lee scratch perry

[dustedmagazine]

Sigullum S—The Irresistable Art of Space Colonization and its Mutation Implications (Transmutation Ltd)

Active since 1985, Italy's Sigillum S has a very long history of inexplicable electronics exploration. This latest recording is no exception. Led by Eraldo Bernocchi, this album also includes Paolo Bandera and Bruno Dorella in the lineup. This time around, they appear to be bringing their harsh atmospheres to a space colonization theme, not that one would recognize that from listening. 

The band has always provided excessively long cyberpunk song titles, and the opening "Occult Storage for Pan-Dronic Glossolalia" is comparatively concise. Kicking off the album with wave upon wave of electronic hissing and buzzing, feedback tones, and noise, breaking apart to isolate a heartbeat pulse and warped vocal sounds until the noise re-enters, it's a harrowing trip through a field of sonic tension that sets the stage for the album. From there, the trio take the listener through a cornucopia of strange electronic fields. The years have perhaps given Sigillum S a glossier sheen to their instrumentation — even the outsiders feel the need to modernize kit — but it hasn't smoothed out their incessant restlessness.

The synth arpeggios that drive "Genetically-Engineered Insects" bring to mind the cybernetic pulses of a John Carpenter soundtrack, almost pretty with ominous overtones, but the creepy whispers and fizzing noises prevent it from ever becoming too friendly. Elsewhere, chugging beats dissolve into arrhythmic stutters and breakdowns, and "Through the Endless Streams of Satellite Euphoria" climbs out of uneasy ambience into a dubby bassline and freakout synth chittering. The piano of "Immortality" builds into an appropriately church-like feel, but its cavernous rhythm and distant chanting voices are thrown off by flitting, buzzing electronic sounds, perhaps hinting that God's territory is being overtaken by human invention.  

The band's statements are difficult to take at face value, perhaps, when they describe "sound... employed as a tool for mapping of neglected areas of the subconscious" and offer the album as a "morbid collection of unprecedented galactic novelties and forgotten sound archaeologies." But nobody ever said artists shouldn't reach for the unlikely, and you certainly can't find fault in taking steps toward a compelling interzone. The organization of audio presented in these songs doesn't lack for imagination or scope. Its chief challenge, in fact, is precisely the opposite: there's perhaps too much hither and thither, so only after repeated listens do the parts begin to cohere into a sensible whole. Even then, any given track never feels settled, and before you've made sense of a passage it's long gone and there's something new to consider.  

As music for exploring the questions of where space colonization might lead, and the inevitable changes to the human race that would result, the songs on The Irresistible Art Of Space Colonization... may open eyes to unexpected vistas, but it's best not to expect real answers. As if to accentuate the unanswerable, the album concludes with a riddle. The slowly bubbling beats of closer "Celestial Heliocentric Cultures" pull stretched synth tones along in a relatively sedate way until suddenly the song blows apart into the sounds of crazed, broken machinery, a malfunctioning space station computer sounding all of the alarms. The beats pound slowly as the chaos flies here and there, and the album ends with a moment of near-silence. Whether it's the silence of safety or the silence of finality is open to interpretation.  

Mason Jones

#sigullum s #the irresistable art of space colonization and its mutation implications #transmutation ltd. #mason jones #albumreview #dusted magazine #eraldo bernocchi #italy #industrial #electronic #cyberpunk #futurist

[jkflesh]

Justin K Broadrick remixes Francesco Perissi XO

"10" is the album celebrating 10 years of the Francesco Perissi XO project. 10 is the number of the tracks it contains: two unreleased tracks, one from 2012 (X01) and the last one composed in 2022 (VOLAREVIA), and 8 remixes from the second studio work (NDEr, 2019) and the last album (ROSSANA, 2020). The remixes are created by musicians who played a role in Perissi’s musical life (Justin K Broadrick, Eraldo Bernocchi, Naresh Ran) and represent the ambient-rock and attentive listening part of the collection; and by musicians who gravitate around the Blame rec label (Nigh/T\mare, OCD, Kassidy Human Waste, Vittorio di Mango, Michele Sfregola, In A Slaughter Brain) and make up the more EBM and clubbing part. These two aspects are intertwined in Francesco Perissi XO music.

The cover of "10" involved fans of the project who collected photographic evidence of commercial products, messages, children's games, alcoholic products, and original compositions from all over the world that contained the XO logo.

#francesco perissi xo #justin broadrick

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» where we stand

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    Beat or not beat, the disenchantment is widespread. It turns off dreams, perhaps. But it is supportive.

   Beat o non beat, il disincanto è diffuso. Spegne i sogni, forse. Ma è solidale.

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#nm #2010 #eraldo bernocchi #blackfilm #along the corridors #where we stand #electronic #dub #downtempo #ambient

[burlveneer-music]

Eraldo Bernocchi & Netherworld - Himuro (on Glacial Movements)

An Iceberg is a large mass of ice detached from a glacier or from a floating platform of glaciers that drifst in the sea. It is in constant motion and most of its mass remains submerged under surface of the water. The goal of this new Iceberg series of releases on Glacial Movements is to describe through techno / dub music this huge mass of ice. "Himuro” is the debut album of ambient duo Eraldo Bernocchi/Netherworld. Composed and produced in two years of exchanging material and sound inputs coming both from electronic treated guitars and organic sources. The album lies its foundation on ambient, dub, space and distance. “Himuro" was an "ice cellar", a "'cold room" during the Edo period in Japan. The Kanazawa castle had one and after, during the Meiji period, these rooms were part of palaces. Often used for storing snow and keeping it during summer they had medical, food or ceremonial importance. During summer snow or ice kept in the himuro were sometimes sent from one castle to the other travelling as far as 500 km, relocating the "coldness". For months Netherworld supplied Bernocchi with a vast array of soundscapes and textures, an endless stream of feelings and emotions that the latter used to create the foundations of the album tracks on which constructed guitar scapes (often not recognisable), bass lines, harmonies and grooves. After month of collecting and creating sound inputs, Bernocchi started to carefully assemble what we now can listen on Himuro. A velvety sound creation constantly balancing between a rhythm approach and pure drifting scapes. 

Eraldo Bernocchi: baritone guitars, electronics Netherworld: field recordings, treatments, electronics

#Eraldo Bernocchi #netherworld #Himuro #electronic #ambient #2017 #glacial movements