Derek C. F. PegritzSubterranean Passage 1: Not much longer now
In 2003, the only real "relationship" I've ever been in collapsed. And I mean collapsed: it came down harder than the World Trade Center on 9/11. As if the permanent damage done to my own mental and emotional well-being wasn't enough, the collateral damage was, in many ways, worse. Friendships vanished as people took sides, accusations and slurs were rampant, and real honest-to-god violence only narrowly averted. I've never been closer to suicide - or homicide - in my entire life. From that whole soul-scarring experience came the "Subterranean Passage" trilogy of EPs: a documentary, in ambient audio sculpture, of my own Dantean journey through hell, which is a terrifyingly real place that makes the most flammable fantasies of the religious look as cozy as a weekend in San Tropez. See, the worst thing about hell is that it exists inside your own skull. It's a Klein bottle of misery: it contains you, but you, in turn, contain it...and the only way to escape it is to blow a hole in your head wide enough to let what's left of you leak out.
Sounds like: Coil, Brian Lustmord, Wilt, the shivering sign of an old prisoner's last, exhausted breath.
1. told (3.28)
2. found (9.27)
3. hatred (6.04)
4. loss (3.27)
6. days (21.27)
7. dose (5.10)
ZIPfile contains all tracks in 256kbps MP3 form, plus printable-quality cover art and liner notes.
This audio is part of the collection: Community Audio
Artist/Composer: Derek C. F. Pegritz
Keywords: dark ambient; depression ambient; ambient; noise; audio sculpture; depression; pegritz; subterranean passage
Creative Commons license: Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0
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