Others​.​.​.

by Moиöcням

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Pulsing polysynths, sampled drums, and a melancholy lead line pump beneath this vocoded dark electro rebirth of a classic piece of 116 year old Victorian poetry. The poem written around 1896 is ascribed by some to reflect the writers unfulfilled longings and lust for relationships with other men. In classic form, the poems' wistful evocation of doomed desires likened to restlessness, sickness and death, may leave chills on the spine of the reader. In new form, as the words from an Android, and it's longing for the love and lust of human beings. At the tracks finale a reprise of the first verse is combined with a ripping synth solo. The listener can truly feel the emotion of these words come to life through the power of analog synths and vocoder in this electro masterpiece.

Michael Robinson's remix of "Others..." completely reshapes the sonic pallet. The track melodies and vocal lines are restructured and woven into his lavish soundscape of sparkling FM synthesis and massive walls of saw waves. As a final touch, Michael's use of filters and ambient field recordings of public spaces around London breaths bits of human life through waves of synthesizers and drum machines.

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released 01 July 2012

Original:
Composed by: Moиöcням
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by: J.Nilsson at Bassmobile, Portland Oregon

Remix:
Mixed by: Michael Robinson at Agency REPUBLIC, London, UK
Mastered by: J.Nilsson at Bassmobile, Portland Oregon

©ⓟ 2012 Teknomadix Records 2009-2012

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Track Name: Others...
Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.

More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.

Agued once like me were they,
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold.

But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.

A.E. Housman
-1896. A Shropshire Lad
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._E._Housman
Track Name: Others... (REPUBLIC Remix)
Others, I Am Not the First

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the breathless night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.

More than I, if truth were told,
Have stood and sweated hot and cold,
And through their reins in ice and fire
Fear contended with desire.

Agued once like me were they,
But I like them shall win my way
Lastly to the bed of mould
Where there's neither heat nor cold.

But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the suffocating night.

A.E. Housman
-1896. A Shropshire Lad
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A._E._Housman