by Marc Broude

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NREM often feels like the amplification of sound that would otherwise be inaudible to the naked ear. Its intricate detail, and the blanket of interference that sometimes obscures it, makes it seem as though it’s exploring micro-processes, or the inaudible sound of dormant spaces – even during its most violent and dissonant eruptions, Broude’s sounds still feel like the tiniest of vibrations that must be sonically magnified in order to be brought into audibility.

Much of the album consists of gentle gestures and background activity, barely brash enough to even cause slight jumps in the waveform. It is here that Broude plays “capturer” and not “composer” (or at least creates the illusion of this), delicately applying distant rustles of movement, whispered voices and ominous low-intensity winds. The sound is suggestive to its sources, but kept alien enough to allow for the listener imagination to do most of the work; meanwhile, the lo-fi crackles and pops that smatter the recording provoke a sense of recording in secret, creating an underlying panic as the listener begins to feel like an intrusive presence caught within most threatening surroundings.

Nowhere is this feeling more prominent than on the 38 minutes of “Rites of Death”. Whereas the shorter pieces feel more akin to observations of audio, the album finale is an absolute immersion in landscape, leaving the listener stranded within a thick and obscuring night time fog. Gradually, the listening process becomes hypersensitive to the track’s various micro-details; by the time the track reaches its climax, the mutative powers of paranoia and repetition has turned the piece’s soft whispered breaths into the muttered curses of phantoms, while a haunted melody begins to materialise from within the ever-present gusts of wind.

Article by Jack Chuter


released January 19, 2012

All music written, composed & produced by Marc Broude
Artwork by Niels Geybels
Copyright © 2012, Marc Broude
Copyright © 2012, NoZen Records




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Marc Broude's work encompasses ambient music, experimental rock and industrial.

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Track Name: Cure (Feat. Susanne Hafenscher)
love or death? i'd chose death, it lasts forever
unlove it lasts forever
the night sky is me, belonging to dreams of nightmares
moonlight bright as selflessness
fears that become habit
the chalk of erased words
i've lived a thousand sleeps
bury me in plains of silent plants
the morning sky is me
i turn to you, hands shake cold and warm
your dying love wraps the sex of my despair
i'd rather have the emptiness of my want
autoerotic, eject my conscious
under the wild semen of the event
twisted, a metal coil
like a dizzy spin
on the axis of hope
waiting, while creating the future that kills us
like benzodiazepine in the cock of time
milk curled smoke
like a hallelujah
a modicum of blind light
ambient winds, timekeeping
dissolving in delirium
listening to the living clouds
voices, alien and desperate
emerge and disappear
like those winds that visit trees
and die in a hemisphere of silence
scream to the silence that slowly lulls the earth to sleep
as i talk i have nothing to say
i fled the horizon to study the core
i'm tired of all the signs
let me sleep in surreal delusion
let me be like dust
that never had a name
never spoke a word
like a universe empty
a cognitive death
a droning silence
an underground seizure
isolated indifferently