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Atrium Carceri aus Schweden gehören wohl so ziemlich zu den unangenehmsten
Auswüchsen, die der Dark Ambient zu bieten hat. Die bisherigen Alben erreichen ihr Ziel perfekt und stiften Unruhe in jeder Ecke eines halbwegs normalen Gehirns. Anfang Februar erscheint das nächste Album Ptahil auf Cold Meat Industry. So sieht
die Tracklist aus:
Quarantine
Entrance
A place to call home
Observatory
Memory leak
Reincarnation chamber
A path through remembrance
Static of the Kapnobatai
Reborn
The council of seven
Meltdown
Inside the womb
End titles
Und hier noch ein Originalkommentar zum Album, den ich unübersetzt stehen lassen möchte:
"The fourth album from composer Simon Heath (Sweden) ventures beyond the vestiges of your mortality, granting a fleeting glance at the world beyond the veil. As ever, Simon has reinvented the genre as well as himself with a unique ambience created from his ever-increasingly complex and obscure techniques of mental dissolution and musical innovation.
Atrium Carceri emerges from the vapours with yet another stunning release entitled Ptahil (fetahil). The obsidian citadel stands stoic, its forceful gaze forever over streets running rampant with the councils bidders, while the citadel of glass attracts the mindless reincarnates grasping at anything physical while their memories slowly burn away in the womb of their eternal home. The comforts of quiet lives forever washed away by a miasmic tidal wave of necrotic flesh, sagging, protean forms and the chill of the grave.This is a place where steel rusts and is forgotten, where flesh and the fleeting forms it inhabits are forever changed. Ptahil sees all, and forgets naught. Let your mind be stripped to the pulpy, undulating core with this darkened voyage into domains both dreadful and serenely beautiful. "