taking the name from an ike yard joint, mother fib, jaye the believer, finally returns to earth and focusses enough to lay out 5 pre-solar orbital return ambient-not-ambient jams.
running as a morning into a vapourized afternoon soundtrack, as we imagine the fog clinging to the mud and grass of the marsh beyond the cut, out on the perimeter of the gods very own municipal borough, out where the city melts away into the hinterlands of civilisation. that invisible barrier where human hearts unravel.
we run together across this empty space lungs bursting from the cold air.
hairy paws, wet nostrils, aching shins and sigils for hands we finally
collapse over on the other side, muscles shredded, minced fine and full of the good pain.
breaths had and stock taken we slowly float back, over bush and moss covered concrete.
slowly multi hued hieroglyphics reassert themselves across monolithic concrete pillars and the motorway of dreams, embossing our subconsciousness with rhythmic code and the unknown languages of youth and energy, we finally get back behind solid wood and brick, take up our positions on aged leather, with warm blankets, stomachs full and minds full of promise.
maximal, dense, mediative, frequency clashing, deep & heavily throbbing, guitar mutations.. the third in the first season of fibs audio emissions.
credits
released December 17, 2023
guitar, throb practice & murky electronics - jaye the believer
licks & vibrations - chicky ward
Recording as Allenheimer, Atli Bollason dismantles Icelandic pop songs, making illusory new ambient material from the component parts. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2018