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Council Of Nine, Flowers For Bodysnatchers, God Body Disconnect, Randal Collier-Ford
CRYO 041, CRYO Chamber
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Randal Collier-Ford / Flowers For Bodysnatchers / Council of Nine / God Body Disconnect – Locus Arcadia
01. Into The Maw Where All Men Die
Flowers For Bodysnatchers
02. Black Echo Of Morgues And Memory
Council Of Nine
03. Pale Sister Of Sanctuary Lost
God Body Disconnect
04. Prisoner’s Sacrifice Facing Arcadia
Description du label : Locus Arcadia is a collaborative album by 4 artists:
– Randal Collier-Ford
– Flowers for Bodysnatchers
– Council of Nine
– God Body Disconnect
This album takes us on a voyage across the stars to the Locus Arcadia Space Station as it follows a lone protagonists questions into what happened after loss of contact.
« I can barely hear them now, their thin reverberating voices quickly fizz in and out. The crackling sounds of half garbled transmissions dance erratically in my ears, desperately trying to break through a crunching wall of distortion. My last connection to home is quickly disintegrating. The only thing I could muster from the broken transmissions was that there used to be a prison on this station and also some kind of archaic cyborg research facility. As I struggle to hold back the closing walls of helmet induced claustrophobia, I soon fear everything will be buried underneath a smothering film of my own sticky breath. I hate the feeling of being trapped in this glass prison.
My attention shifts, and I begin to notice just how cold it’s become. It’s dropped 30 degrees since my initial inspection; the meter now reads -87 Fahrenheit. Ahead of me awaits a mammoth of a station. A rust colored metallic structure with hundreds of slits like eyes peering out into open space. I slowly slide a vigilant gaze along its seemingly endless perimeter, and in complete awe of its massiveness the reality of what awaits me firmly sets hold. A fine pointed sting of uneasiness slowly climbs through my sternum and into my throat.
Now just twelve meters from the entrance, my steps turn deliberately cautious. I hesitantly raise and press my boots into the ground, compressing the tiny granules beneath me. The closer I get, the quieter it all becomes, and the more alone I begin to feel. As the distance between us diminishes, the anticipation grows feverishly tall like the dozens of rectangular glass lookouts adorning the otherwise dilapidated station. The main entry hatch now within arms reach, I punch in the code: 7-5-1-3. The door opens… »
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