Mammoth's Dream by Lunar Abyss Deus Organum
Минуя 20 гулких лет, проект так и не приблизился к разархивированию всех концертных записей. Накопленные и забытые, они складированы на полках, как в толщах земель спят дивные твари прошедших эпох, как мамонтов сны и грёзы грибов. Солнечным снежным днём удалось нам выкопать горсть их и, сведя воедино по три-четыре слоя, очистив от лишнего ила, ввергнуть в витрину кассет. На обложке - снежный солнечный день на фестивале Solar Systo Togathering, сцена Гудельня в виде черепа мамонта.
От издателя: "Спустя два года после выпуска кассеты «Sklon», мастера художественного шума и архаичного гула Lunar Abyss Deus Organum возвращаются с новой кассетой «Сон Мамонта». В 60 минутах звуковых завитков, шаманских завихрений и ледяных кристаллов, фрактально упакованы как минимум 30 тысяч лет планетарной истории для нелинейного путешествия по происходившим за все это время событиям. Комфортный нойз-саундтрек как для любителей долгой зимы, так и для обитателей тех областей и губерний, где о зиме только мечтают. Лимитированный тираж кассет в рукодельных обложках."
After 20 years of droning the project hasn't come closer to unarchiving all concert recordings. Accumulated and forgotten, they are stored on the shelves, like in the depths of the Earth sleeping are the marvelous creatures of the past ages, lime mammoth' dreams and mushrooms' reveries. One winter sunny morning we were able to dig up a handful of them, and after mixing three-four layers and removing extra sludge, we plunged them in the display form of cassettes. The cover shows a sunny snow day at Solar Systo Togathering fest, the Drone scene, which looks like a mammoth skull.
Label info: "Endless steppe, dry and cold air, the grass is everywhere... It lasted almost an eternity, no changes. Day after day, season after season... But someday the wind turned to ice blades. It wounded the sky and the snow started to fall. Sun was still bright, but the snow was falling more and more. The snow was so soft, that he started to feel sleepy. He stopped his life-long walk. He closed his eyes. It seemed that the glaciers were moving, melting, freezing, moving again... He saw how winds crafted some amazing figures off them. He saw the rains, the trees, the moss... And ice again, the wind. Birds were getting smaller in the sky. Then vanished. Then metal ones replaced them, leaving long trails behind. He saw the distant lights, heard sirens and rumble when metal things pierced the sky once again, leaving the fire behind. The rumble went still, the lights faded. It was silent again and the ice was bright when it started to melt. He opened his eyes. It was dry and cold again. He tried the grass - it was juicy and fresh. "What a wonderful dream", he thought. And continued his walk."
