weave (wēv)
v.
1.
a. To make (cloth) by interlacing the threads of the weft and the warp on a loom
b. To interlace (threads, for example) into cloth
2. To construct by interlacing or interweaving strips or strands of material
3.
a. To interweave or combine (elements) into a complex whole
b. To contrive (something complex or elaborate) in this way
weaving ritual is a naive attempt at mending the snapped threads in a bond between two bodies. a bitter prayer to conjure a flow of healing. a final grasp at frayed ends.
what began as a single fever blossomed wildly, every dizzying session a hydra head. the humble first thread became a fuller bloom, a cloying summer pollen thick with seed and dragging six fat strands: the jaundice stains of sulphur, the delicate spider wire, the ragged bone, the oil-stained concrete overpass, the derivitave, and the solitary. sculpted as a whole, the sums of their parts are as crucial as the gaps between them.
"waves of the sun crash on the streets of berlin. your grief crushes me from all angles. both our worlds are yellow with death."
of its failure i had no inkling in advance.
thank you to woulg, stu, mille plateaux/force inc., glitch.cool.
The third album in the series continues our dive into hyperglitch with Weaving Ritual by Sunnk. This album was one of the main inspirations for making this series. It's deep and emotional, expressive and raw, tech-y and precise. The sound design is endlessly fascinating. I find myself pausing to re-listen to individual moments over and over again, trying to understand what exactly is going on. And somehow, even with all this technical complexity, the album comes across as natural, as if each maneuver was as effortless as a press of a key. The story of the album is patient but unafraid of being abrupt or pushing the listener away. Weaving Ritual feels like a dark spell cast in the middle of an abandoned street. A vortex that we are pulled into. Dragging us through our darkest memories kicking and screaming, pulled inside out. Blending into a fog of thick heavy smoke that collects into liquid that slides down the gutter. We wake up from the hallucinations in the final moments of the album and find ourselves running but can't remember from what.
