SiJ and Texere Oris are Back with Reflections at the Sea On Cryo Chamber
SiJ and Texere Oris are back with another collaborative offering, titled Reflections at the Sea. 2016 was the year of their previous collaborative work published through dark ambient stalwart Cryo Chamber, Reflections under the Sky (on bandcamp), and much like its predecessor, this album is a stirring mosaic of textured sound design and almost lethargic desultory whimsy.
The premise of this album is simply stated: a man, alone in a big city, yearning to see the ocean, and then a bank of fog rolls in… the use of that singular little plot hook predicating the ambience gives a powerful premonitory entrance to the soundscapes.
Sections of these tracks are simply beautiful - a soft pad of almost melancholy yearning as the listener drifts upon the edge of their mind to experience the sea; with eyes closed, the music paints an ocean vista as only one who is trapped in a city would know. The dilatory momentum carries field recordings to the ears, the sounds of splashing and cascades of water - indecipherable conversations between those fortunate enough to be frolicking among the surf, and the music reflects the passionate infatuation to be among the waves.
Horns, and a melodious saxophone, waft to and fro, at times seeming to almost give an emotional stirring with a minor chord inflection. Ghostly choirs - the beautiful voice of Ilya Fursov - carry the tunes, giving a haunting grandeur to the tracks, as the album slowly takes you through field recordings of seeming normalcy - the ocean is constantly at the edge of your imagination as you proceed through your daily routines, the waves lapping lazily in the distance, beckoning you with their embrace.
This album is a relaxing blanket of sound design and atmosphere, and you can get Reflections Under the Sky on April 20, 2021 in digital and CD Digipak on the Cryo Chamber Bandcamp page.
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These compositions deftly weave between evoking emotions of mystery and even awe - the wonder and undoubted trepidation that a human would feel in the presence of a god, but again, merely acting as pylon, while organic instrumentation rides atop.
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These songs exactly personify the feelings of purposeless wandering. Soaked in reverb, these benign chordings offer serenity, and at no point is there a feeling of any impetus in the progression of the tracks. This is the perfect soundtrack for one who has shirked their mortal bond, and now finds themselves standing in a ghostly, empty shell of this corporeal reality.
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Each track of the album weaves a tapestry of soundscapes, evoking both unsettling and calming emotions, sometimes, though, even hinting at eldritch presences, providing a touch of the uncertain - a tremulous dread that is unavoidable when contemplating the vast emptiness of outer space…
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“…the transitions between the evolving pads are delicate, and never washed with excessive reverb; rather, each element is handled with a deft craftsmanship, and the subtle and delicate mix gives each song an intimate feel.”
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Beautiful choir pads and layers hover about, while field recordings keep the listener tethered to the ground; a desolate expanse, alien, and filled with life, and the entire album keeps the feeling of mystery present throughout
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…a culmination of four hours of Cesare Alexandre’s subtle mastery with his gossamer ambience. Gentle rains and field recordings wrapped in subtle blankets of warm synth pads and soothing atonal raiment abound in this release, reminding us once more of the gentle brilliance of the composer.
These musings almost feel like a sonic blanket falling upon the minds of the listener; it is an audio manifestation of the words of Jim Jones slowly enrapturing his disciples, with subtle glitches, and slight manipulations of the tones which add an unsettling nature to the serene backgrounds.
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These are sounds that echo to the listener from beyond the veil of time, and the album does an excellent job of presenting this aesthetic, as if the listener were in a trance, and hearing fleeting remembrances of notes and stanzas in the transom of forgotten history.
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