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The first album of its kind in
Snowy Tension Pole. We are proud to present dark ambient exactly
as resounds in background of snow-covered electricity pylons.
When I was planning my suicide,
every seem-to-be dead thing appeared to talk to me encouragingly.
Even the littlest dust on a carpet was telling me to end my
life. It's not like we wanted to run away, it seemed to us, that
it's the only way to break free. But, most of all, we wanted to
live, it's a paradox. We wanted to live, but it wasn't able to
exist normally. Counting now not minutes but hours,
actually counting down, all the time the same thought, no matter
he have been and what have he done in his life. It was never our
life, that means mine. Therefore, the solution had to be that
drastic. To break myself free from myself.
We had been planning our suicide
many times, exactly in every detail, and exactly that relief
which came then was something like a light. But we didn't notice
then that much as we needed to. And again, we want to live, but
it seems to us that more is impossible - that must be curbed
immediately. It was never quiet, we always heard a desperate
trance of emptiness, here and there only human vocals appeared.
I'm sure they were human, but it was closer for us to contact
with deamons of each type. That trance was longer and longer,
terribly hurting metal „rods” were appearing systematically.
Snatching roughly our personality from time to time. The end was
seemingly visible, by their law: „if I started it, I could end
it”. But not, exactly not. If this soundtrack to my suicide
ended to resound, so what does it mean? I'm dead or I've
survived. Almost eighty minutes are too small? You will find
here an exact record of YOUR OWN STORY especially.
The album is released atypically, a
digibook in paper packaging, resembling a book. The procdr disk
is mounted on a pin.
