Friday, January 15, 2010
Dan Pemberton's "Phoenix"
Sounds like an opening into an infinite wormhole swirling around and growling at a high-pitched bell. It speeds up, spinning faster and expanding the space. The resonance creeps closer and progressively becomes louder. It morphs into a shadowy creature demanding an escape before a mellow peace sweeps across to take its place. The melody showers downs, erasing the memory of darkness. All that remains is a pulsating euphoria. Suddenly the song plummets back into the wormhole and swirls to a quick end. How can such a mixture of warped noise create an emanating fear while also releasing an unwinding peacefulness?