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VENDAVAL ART PROJECT

luminous path

 

 

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benjamin silva-pereira

(music for the rite of)

OPHIS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IF IT IS TOO EASY IT CAN'T BE NO GOOD!

 

 

THE BEAT OBSESSIVE: this is a voyage. this is not a tourist trip. this is a traveller's voyage. in sound. hold your arms against the chest. fasten your seatbelts. a deep immersive work. it is only a soundscape? oh, it is only dance music. your foot is tapping on the floor, suddenly. unexpectedly a dog barks (take these dogs away from me...) - why are the streets full of actors? the sequencers, the loops. nitzer ebb and die krupps. a bit of a train trip with kraftwerk induced melodramas. a beep and a boom. there is a cowboy selling his looks and genitalia for the paying ladies. is this a cowboy compilation of dance music? maybe it is a dog's paradise for barking. william s. burroughs makes an appearance? no, he does not. but it should be a sound film by him if he was still alive. there are ghost trains in the mix (last night a dj saved my life...) the drums and the percussions, an alien atmosphere with bangs and electronic miasmas. repetition. repeated loop, loops of trance, dance loops, trance loops. telephones. barks. laughter. what else on this voyage? bass. basses. filmic. cinematographic snippets, old seventies' films. be radical, a voice says amongst the drums and electronic effects, nothing special, see? electrons of pleasure. nothing else. close your eyes, feel like an artist. do not be afraid of the beat. the multiplied beats. abstract sound. diffused beats, extreme loneliness and that ghost train again. after all this is not a dance compilation, is it? or is it? dance music is archaic. dance music is lethal. dance music is shit. sampling is so eighties... sinclavier. vocoder. poing. cut and paste. autechre. aphex twin? nah! symbiosis of sweat and brain cells. one hour and a half, a film. congas and tam tams. the end of the television programme. french soundtrack, be radical as you can. morricone strings. this could be a dream, only it is not. sweeps of languor and sweat. snippets. why does my heart misses a beat?
ladies and gentlemen: the rhythm! you can smoke if you wish. grace jones could be around here, but she is a diva, not a surface of things to come, passed ghost. latin america? yes, certainly, the subcontinent of rhythm. the train moves inexorably through the night. the bass announces the next station. the african drums another delight. rhythm is life. if you do not like to dance you do not exist, someone says. indian tablas. jamaican tin drums. all here, just listen. the bass throbs, it is a heart. syncopation. repetition. steve reich would have a ball here. the list. nana vasconcelos. tribes, vanished tribes. re-emerging tribes, urban tribes of naked men and women, dancing. feel your mind. your ass will follow. everyone has a tribal heart. let the rhythm guide you. djembe ahoy! the best part is yet to come. put your hands in the air, just like you do not care! oh, gods, protect me from what i want. the scratches are there, here. move. the sound of the atom splitting. this is the beat obsessive. the volume one and all the others yet to come. images of dancing tribes in the night. zazou, what you gonna do? a knock in the night. the boy who couldn't keep his clothes on. discoteca, hay una discoteca por aqui? no hablo castillan. chica! the androgynous invade your mind and your body, there are voices you feel and yet to come, the rapture of a melody and that rhythm. the wave. the smile. a dream, a beat. the beat is the heart. feel it. there is no time to feel, time is you. hypnotic. drum and bass. that voice chanting behind the drums. the vicious beat. the break.
who told you, you couldn't feel the colours? jean cocteau debuts with beats, a debt you sea!? all happens inside your head, as nothing happens, just sound, and you. tinker sailor sabre wailer, the truth is there inside for you to discover, courtesy of the beat. the heroes of the sea, the passion and the love, all around the world, just take a seat and travel. there is some noise, but it goes when you concentrate on the... beat, a wet symptom of movement, a track list of emotions undulating, the voice echoes, the memories physical pleasurable waves through your body. do not think. a heart, a beat, a repetition, a scale of wonder. beach pebbles, the sun shinning. travelling without moving. an exercise of the mind, the body, and the so called soul. the rhythm, ladies and gentlemen. flashes of neon nights, kraftwerk on a highway to heaven, under the arches in london by the gordon's wine bar. dtpm of mr.C in nights of dance devotion. gods, the beat. girls dancing with feathers on their hands, japanese boys wondering in shades and shadows of artificial paradises. the underground sound of lisbon archangel of the future sound of london. engineers laughing with the bricklayers, shop assistants hugging princesses with silk white wings. irish boys scanning the stars in their own eyes, analysing the fruits of passions and hands in the air, maps to those same stars, that's the rhythm, ladies and gentlemen. the arpeggios and sequences of notes in our bellies, fruits to eat. a voyage on a space ship, the led shinning and blinking, the basses growling in your throats, the cymbals marking the rhythm of the night, what time is love? the stereo, gods, launching your senses from one side to the other. the french kisses, montego bays of desires. if only the beat lasted all days and nights. pirates and cinderellas. heaven on earth. a smell of ozone and incense. sweat pearls flying into the clouds of dried ice. the disco balls projecting psychedelic labyrinths in the ceiling and on the skins. the tattooed tanned boys, the glittering girls angels revolving in spirals. a fair of beauty and laughter. the rhythm a contagion of happiness. african voices and chorus from distant planets. here we are, in the station to other stars: the beat.
and in the beginning there was the BEAT. nothing outside the beat, all in the beat. the sex of angels, the court of hedonism and happiness, the beat. the loops. the stabs. the pan gods. the stars exploding in the chimes of the club. gold, cinnamon. the clapping of hands segueing the beat. the break. the vinyl cracks. the modulation of a song penetrating the other, a copulation of sounds, melodies and trance delights. and god created the beat, friday, saturday, sunday. dancing under the stars. the tribal percussion from afar approaching and diverting worries to other days when we don't have to live, but to survive: tonight the beat is queen and king. drum and bass. intelligent dance music. electronic body music. electro. body electric. techno. syncopation of bodies. all is body on the beat. control, we are here. blue monday on the hands of gods. electric flashes down your spine. a trojan horse disguised in the pattern of flash lights. kiki smiles. a fountain in the garden of delights. candles of inebriant g fragrances. a pad of languor serpent in your belly. dance, dance, dance, or we will die. to dance is needed, to live is not needed. minimal repetitive einstein theoretic movements without thinking. all in the beat. the scent of algae on the skins. perfumes lost evanescent to the moons and the melodies, the poems in the lips, the company of strangers that are angels. close your eyes. a jingle of stars. the voices of medusa and pythia, socrates the python. from moscow ephegenia remembers gorbatchov and the maps to other realms, one beat at the time. there's no time, just space. a stolen beat sample, a chord, a malleable sense of belonging. the origins of greek myths is here, in the cells shinning. metal on metal. trance europe express. the recycling of memories evaporating in the ballet of hands. white swans' lake. all the Z's loving each other. the fairies and nightingales, snow queens, bells of wooden clocks - the beat goes on. the surrender of wills, and peace on earth to all men. let the children come to us, and dance. horses galloping in the steppes. shooting stars. beat box, electric boogaloo, break dance. the steps can can, tcha tcha tcha. bolero of synthesisers and waltzes of hoots and shouts, electronic blessing: ra ta ta. granular porous glances: the night of beaten writers and hearts. a symphonic poem deconstructed by maniac stems, the gnomes of helium and ectoplasms vibrating on the back of the neck. clepsydras and fossils tattooed on the perspiring skin of other galaxies, this is the beat. the x of y. pump up the volume.

the flutes of the art, the heart of the beat. a jazz spur, an ambience of palm trees and hidden loves on the dunes, church bells of other idioms and religions. this is the beat. schisms of the mind. the obsession with the sensuality of pheromones, the butterflies of eternity in one night. what could poets write better? a beat is a beat's a beat. the news concern diaphanous exercises, sorcerers of the auroras. and the beat goes on and on. thus some cherubs are shy. they stay on the corner hiding from themselves, but the heart beats better that way. the secrets they could tell only if they danced, curated by dreams and hopes. perilous skin skies. maya comes and screams, the echoes prickle the funky of a thousand nights, the heartbeat is a bass line. abstract work of paint, silky breasts feeding the baby universe. no labels, please, she says. beat dis. orchestral manoeuvres in the dark. sample this. sample that. miles davis time after time. stop making sense drukqs - electrostatic soundfields through electronic meditations, ambient works - opera strabismus, dejá vu: you must be certain of the beat. dodecaphonic melodies in a thimble of e. the rimes of the ancient dancers. dolphins and whales, sea surf, an uncommon understanding, blasphemous rumours, a bronski beat. the return of the space train awaits you on the platform, strings enveloping you in pads of warmth, deep immersive emotional work. collage of past memories into the future. the beat is here to stay in kaleidoscopic holywood thunderscope screens, may the beat be with you! the lost sons of dionysius are back to teach the eurhythmics of love. extended version of the souls at a midnight ball. overgrown paradises in the inner city, james brown, i feel you! the last escape, the only escape. euphoric solid 808 state human empire, listen to the voice of the child buddha. instrumental summer. the cabaret voltaire in a new order spin. dada for you and me. the cut up of nights, a funk of extreme sweetness. turangalila of the senses, collapse of fears. nothing is true, everything is permitted.

 

 

 

M I T O S I S (greek: mitos "warp thread") is a nuclear division plus cytokinesis, and produces two identical daughter cells during prophase, prometaphase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase.

written, recorded, performed, produced and mixed by mitosis, that are:
benjamin silva-pereira
nuno ribeiro
philippe neau
featuring steven rosser (on mitosis 3) %u06DE

all artwork by philippe neau: 'landmoon', painting on paper, 65x50 cm %u06DE
sleeve design & manipulation by benjamin silva-pereira %u06DE

philippe neau is a visual and sound artist. his paintings and videos show a "mental landscape". his music suggests this imaginary landscape made with non-narrative music, atonal melodies, glitch worrying, metallic textures, hollow field-recording, abstract notes and organic sound-collage. a dark atmosphere lives and integrates the "listener/viewer". soundscapes take him in a large-full sound and dives in an experiment of an intriguing sound space. philippeneau.blogspot.fr %u06DE

nuno ribeiro is an exploratory musician and exotic manipulator of contemporary sound sculptures of various influences where he synthesizes all his sonority in an atmospheric and intense cinematic environment. he moves between minimalist compositions and chaotic textures. he takes us on a plastic and imaginary sound journey in its complex universe, transporting us to idyllic landscapes or dark and obscure sonorities. self-taught, composer and producer, he works and develops other musical projects in groups, collaborations and solo. catalogueofwonders.bandcamp.com + soundcloud.com/vendaval_art_project %u06DE

benjamin silva-pereira, 50, portuguese living in london, is the son of a castrator and a dressmaker. writer, poet, non-musician audio-maker (last solo work being 'pianos & other altercations), collagist of sorts, radio fanatic, he is, too, the founder of the non-profit catalogue of wonders (arts). he is currently finishing the first draft of his monumental 300,000 plus novel 'the anointed: in our angelhood.' www.catalogueofwonders.org/eerohz.html + catalogueofwonders.bandcamp.com + benjaminsilva-pereira.bandcamp.com 

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M I T O S I S > "sous nos radars une première collaboration avec les expérimentateurs sonores portugais Benjamin Silva-Pereira et Nuno Ribeiro, ça s’appelle Mitosis et l’album témoigne du goût du trio pour des fantasmagories labyrinthiques et pour le coup très lynchiennes, faites de guitares hallucinées, de jazz ténébreux, d’interférences extra-dimensionnelles et de nappes dark ambient baroques aux percus hypnotiques de cauchemar éveillé" [read more here interview with philippe neau in french and english].

 

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a square patio under the mediterranean sorcerer sun
just after that labyrinth (athena aphaia mother eclipse of the moon against men,
brave and careless branding fire spears and swords) and before the circle
of night: the women dance and the pubescent youths play percussions
and lyres, under the sun, just after that labyrinth: the dance follows
the harvest and the orphic rites, splendours and polished stones
balancing on water, the square patio engulfs the miracles of rhythm
eucatastrophe, morphologies of the ancient columns
statues of pale marble, games roots garlands laughter hope.
the white hurts the eyes, the skins bronze cymbals to caress -
the poets keep the hands quiet and the eyes undulating on sea
horses and young breasts, they remember the teeth of earth
the moist of torsos riding waves of salt and gold.

not much is remembered of these rites.
here the springs cross the moss and crystal pubis
freedom seems a wonderful mistake, counterpoint the iron and silex
slaves chant of long gone savannas and iced white mountain tops.
this is obscure and transparent liberties. the dice was cast long time ago.

EGOPHOBIC by kalliban X:

this release contains videos with different versions of some of the tracks ~ also contains a pdf leaflet about kalliban X: THIS BOOKLET CONTAINS IMAGES AND TEXT THAT MIGHT OFFEND PERSONS ALL AROUND THE WORLD DUE TO ITS EXPLICIT NATURE AND DEPICTION OF THE MALE NAKED BODY. WELL, WE DON'T LIKE TO CENSOR OURSELVES BUT WE WOULD LIKE TO WARN YOU, JUST IN CASE. 18+

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said sappho:
speak, divine lyre, and singing never stop!
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since our official and public foundation in 2010 we published several compilations that were released with a limited lifetime (special editions on compact disc, numbered, dated and stamped). once the predetermined time expired those works were retired from the catalogue. in the last six years we were contacted to re-release or provide a number of tracks from those editions. therefore we decided to provide in new curated digital editions (once again for a limited period).
we take this chance to produce completely new artworks and present tracks never released, demos, original compositions, remixes and several other tracks that were never released but were part of the original albums.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"Nema" is a local word which expresses the joy you feel when suffering ends. In this part of Mozambique life is tough; malnourished children are sent to muddy ponds for drinking water or to the fields to help to provide food for the family instead of going to school. But the communities are strong and passionate to break the chains of poverty.

   Nema Foundation works with 16 of these communities, helping them to provide access to safe drinking water, send their children to school, avoid preventable diseases and relieve poverty in an empowering way. Buying this album will help us to continue and develop our grassroots projects to give the gift of "Nema" to more families.

   What sets our charity apart from the crowd is the way we design and run our projects. We have a wide array of projects because there are so many areas that must be tackled to eradicate poverty for good. Plus, each community has its own most pertinent needs which we can help them address first. All our projects use the same set of strict principles which enables villages to realize projects themselves, each reinforcing the next.

Nema projects fall into five main categories: Health, Education, Water. Enterprise, Environment.

   A very heartfelt thanks from everyone at Nema to Benjamin Siva-Pereira for creating the concept of the album, reaching out to artists and making the dream of this album a reality. Also a special thanks also to each of the artists who have donated so many stunning tracks.

 

Amy Carter-James, 09 July 2015

Co-Founder & Director of the Nema Foundation.

 

Nema includes works by: ars sonor • benjamin silva-pereira • dj wyrmwood • eerohz • grupo de baile da mourisca • impulsegames • matteo marchisano-adamo • nobodysoundz • protyv • sardónico • sona nyl • ste rozza • suuba • temporal transmission • trump@d • vendaval art project • zesknel ••••

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(music for the rite of) Ophis - NEW multimedia project by benjamin silva-pereira - you can listen to the music and read about the genesis of the work + original texts from the Da Shang trilogy associated with the rite of Ophis here >

 

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