feral vapoursIt is hard to write about an experience as personal as that of listening to Feral Vapours of the Silver Ether feeling that is more of a secret’s confession rather than an album review. The narration of the world’s facade including realism and fantasy is not an easy one to read, especially when it affects you personally as part of it. Feral Vapours of the Silver Ether is a place where good and bad meet and co-exist in peace, a fact that makes understood that it is the combination of two creative and intense personalities sentimentally connected as well. This saunter amongst the personal atmospheric woods where experimentation manages to meet with pleasure leads to walking in circles somewhere dark but safe. A labyrinth from which there is no escape urgency.
A minimally decorated no-space on Earth or elsewhere that can belong to everyone is the sacred book that one would pick from the bookshelf to bring back a memory. Same as listening to Cartertitti’s album; the process is ALL YOURS. Somewhere far from here. Which maybe hurts. Cause it hurts to be calm, it hurts to be quiet, it hurts being carried away by landscapes of your own imagination within the existing busyness of our visual culture. Every track is another trip in the foggy mountain. Cosey’s voice caresses motherly ears and body while you are lying on the blanket knitted from Chris Carter’s soundscapes knowingly claiming that “everything is OK” despite the lack of direction. The bitter-sweet lyrics hold the secrets of the contemporary average human’s history. This ambient version of presenting realism turns your speakers into some sort of pagan god’s mouth that doesn’t instruct, but confesses and apologises. Chance fallen into the harmony of the no-world order.
:: Carter Tutti/Feral Vapours of the Silver Ether - Conspiracy Intn/Cargo.
