Rdlc Export To Pdf Landscape. Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words - Lost in Reflections [CD] Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words - Lost In Reflections (CD NEW)Label: RevolverFormat: CDRelease Date: 31 Mar 2009No. Of Discs: 1UPC: 20Album Tracks1.
Product Description Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words is the ghost by which Thomas Ekelund performs sonic exorcism, unleashing his bleak and twisted vision into the material world. Culling found sounds from his habitat, twisting in inspiration from 60's girl groups, and molding it together with the last gasps of vinyl noise, Dead Letters Spell Out Dead Words gives birth to what one might name concrete drone pop. From bleak to bleaker, grimy sounds emanate from the sewer, while rays of hope sneak through the broken glass, reflecting on the blood stained shards on the street above. Thomas Ekelund currently resides in Gothenburg, Sweden, and is a graphic designer, musician and visual artist.
He has released music under a long line of guises both solo and in constellations such as the Skull Defekts, Dead Violets, Normal Music, Teeth, Kill Kill Kill for Inner Peace and Dub Industrial Sound System. PreRip is a free option on select CD's displaying the PreRip icon. This option allows you to download the MP3 version of that CD immediately after your purchase.
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The cover art of Lost in Reflections depicts a sort of bizarre, surrealistic roundtable of clones in business suits, sitting with their arms folded and staring at each other as if they had all just swindled one another in the most heinous way possible. The rest is black. It's truly a strange scene, one undoubtedly meant to be a reflection of the album's vaguely spectral title. Thomas Ekelund (the man behind Dead Letters.) writes of the album that it is, to a large extent, an outgrowth of his diagnosis and subsequent battle with borderline personality disorder, and the attendant feelings of alienation, isolation, and the perturbation of the sense of self.
He describes his personal degeneration as having gotten to the point where his image of himself was of “An empty shell containing oozing, black bile and nothing else.” For all this marked doom and gloom, it's interesting that the most salient feature of the album is its approachability. A listener going into this album would be right to expect a plunging, pit-of-despair excursion through black fields draped with mist, the moaning intestines of glacial caverns and abandoned, decaying toy factories, and at points, we do get those sorts of typical dark ambient tropes. However, much more often we are submerged in a more subtle, profound, and strangely comforting seclusion. Set adrift on a sturdy but pliable raft of electronic snaps, crackles, and pops, we are borne gently to and fro by layered currents of iridescent guitar melodies and rolling swells of delicate fuzz.