The Sounds of Self Destruction is Complete, Explained. Updates about Upcoming Releases.

Something unexpected happened in the past week and a half. I began working on "The Sounds of Self Destruction", all was going as planned, the songs I was churning out sounded fantastic. I sat down to clock in the length of my progress, and realized I had made 79 minutes, 58 seconds, just two seconds shy of not being able to fit it on a disc. But I was nowhere near done writing. Writing this new album, I rediscovered how much I love to make music, and these songs were blowing my mind. They all had a totally different style than my previous works with a few sprinkles of my signature sound, some of the longer tracks ("Alchemilla" and "I'm Remembering Things That Haven't Happened Yet") have "break downs" of just soothing ambiance with some psychedelic pads and sequences that, previously, would almost comprise of an entire song. Most of the longer songs, and I use this term lightly this time around seeing as the longest song is 12:57, the second 9:50, and the remaining songs range from 1 - 6 minutes. It's a little weird for me to write short songs seeing as I have so many emotions and stories to convey through sound that when I write a song I feel that time is irrelevant. Part of the reasoning behind the shorter songs is to reach a wider audience. Not everyone wants to sit down and listen to a 16 minute song. But rest assured, the shorter songs pack just as much a punch as the longer one's would through out it's duration. This album is very heavy on sound effects, heavy bass, synth, sequences, pads, and aggressive drums. There would be times while I was writing a song that it almost felt like I was making something that'd be played in a club. There are dubstep elements virtually everywhere. There are two one minute tracks, which I planned on making more of these bizarre little snippets of sound.

So suffice it to say, you can NOW DOWNLOAD "The Sounds of Self Destruction".

THE STORY OF "SOUNDS" [Summarized]

A man wakes up in a dilapidated motel room, the windows are bored up except for a few places where the wood overlaps. The door has been heavily chained from the inside. The walls are stained with blood, water stains, dirt, mold, and decay. There were old newspapers, magazine articles, and notebook pages stapled all over the wall in front of the bed. The man has no recollection of how he wound up in this room. The bed is a filthy full sized mattress laying on the carpet, bits of human flesh have been sewn into it, sides of faces, pieces of chests and abdomens. There is a TV with a busted out screen and burned plastic casing laying a foot in front of the bed. On top of the TV sits an old, dusty radio. As the man searches the bathroom, he finds a brand new metal briefcase. When he opens it, the radio in the other room begins to emit deafening static before bits and pieces of voices can be heard between all the electrical noises. The man leaves the briefcase, having not checked it contents, and attempts to turn the radio off. As he does so, the room begins to slowly change every 5 seconds, at first into a luxury suite, then a bedroom of a child, a morgue, and finally back to the musty motel room that it originally was. The radio's volume grows softer, but no matter what he tries, he can't shut it off. Disregarding the radio, the man reenters the bathroom to see what was inside the briefcase. Inside it he finds a large ziplock bag bloated with an assortment of pills. After picking it up, he sees a picture of his ex-lover. The top inside of the case was covered in razorblades, as if they had been glued on there. There was a notebook, every page filled from top to bottom in micro print, almost impossible to read. A box cutter lied on the side of the bottom of the case, along with several needles, and syringe filled with a clear, diluted liquid. In the bathtub sat eight gallon jugs of purified water and a large glass bottle of dark red liquid sealed with a cork. Under the sink he found a can opener and nearly fifty cans of assorted foods, mixed fruit, beans, soup, and tuna.
After days of trying every possible means of escape and to shut off the radio, the man gave up and surround the bed with the gallons of water and cans of food. He lied on the mattress with the box cutter on his right side and the giant bag of pills on his left. He began blindly taking small handfuls of assorted narcotics and reading the notebook from the briefcase. It spoke about subliminal messages, radio waves, mind control, and suicide.
The notebook explained that the author had crafted a radio that would continuously play, and he had programmed in a bunch of what seemed like useless noises, but in reality they were subliminal messages instructing the listener to slowly destroy themselves, when the radio would finally shut off, the listener would then proceed to kill themselves.



The songs on this album are the transmissions from the radio.




Let's switch stations for a second so I can tell you about what to expect next. Not feeling finished with the album I started, I've decided to make this a mini-series of full length albums, with an EP to finish the saga. The story behind these albums plays into the Sanctuary Saga, a side plot to the ultimate story of Sloth. I will continue to write music for the next installment to this saga. I haven't decided if it'll be a total of 3 or 2 albums with an EP. I can tell you that Part 1 of "Sounds" will contain a bonus disc with some demos. I'm debating whether to include the next installment in the Temple of Sloth Series, "Rise of the Temple" or to use it for the grand finale. Either way, you'll find out. Also, I have to tell you seeing as the album was completed way before scheduled, I haven't had time to finish the story to go along with it, nor have I been able to include any of the bonus material you'll receive when you download the album. But by the end of this saga, all bonus material will be released.



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"Astroid" Andy