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Peeling

by Neuro... No Neuro

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Light Rimmed 06:23
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Sap 03:25
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TLE 09:28

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About:

Neuro... No Neuro (NNN) is a moniker of the electronic musician Kirk Markarian, an abstract music producer/synthesist, painter, and graphic designer residing in the arid desert of Tucson, Arizona.

Peeling:

Released separately from his Audiobulb Records albums, 'Peeling' shares with the listener the in-between of it all. Memories between surgeries, moments in time spent with people that cannot understand. All the things you see that cannot be explained to others without conceptual understanding are here, and nothing but pure experience can explain it.

A track by track breakdown:

Light Rimmed
A deep, spacious terminal humming followed by clicks of varying degrees of volume in tiny patterns. Lonely single notes break the calm, followed by deep sub bass. Over time, several elements converge to create a rolling set of movement, with punchy bass drum figures. The end blurs and erodes with a distorted drone overlaying the top of the fading mix.

Flies on the Windowsills
The leftover bit of distortion from 'Light Rimmed' has devolved into a loose melodic pattern with a heavy low-end reminiscent of waking up from a broken, bad sleep. A slurring noise at the 3/4 mark burns through the listlessness of the initial pattern, and scratches the listeners ears with bristles of aggression into a reluctant state of awareness.

Neurological Conditions
A condensed metallic pattern ricochets amongst a subtle set of snaps almost imperceptible, except for their extra-wide status. They pluck at the inner ear. Shortly thereafter, a harmonic whirring pushes to the front, accompanied by a definitive bass pattern. As the whirring continues, more and more percussive elements become introduced, followed by a simple pattern of melodic sine waves. The stereo spread is pushed to the very limits and the track is finalized by the remaining hum of the leftover harmonic whirring.

Corner Shadows
Ticks arrive in the center, followed by an erratic electrical sound. A dense hum of lowercase harmonics fills the lower-midrange, with an off-beat bass riff. The solidity of the sine waves push the listeners ears into a state of curiosity and determination. The sparseness of the sine-wave plucked melody is surrounded by many electronic ticks, clicks, whirrs, pops, and cuts. Once all patterns have exposed themselves, they begin to change, weaving in and out of their stations, withdrawing, overflowing; all working towards the same goal of lulling the listener into a sense of semi-conscious, malleable focus.

After You Come To
You awake to an overhead light with a hazy aura of refracted, shimmering, multi-colored light. The sound of your breathing is accentuated; oceanic, almost. The melody of your consciousness is both beautiful and fragmented; soft and wobbly. Eventually, you lull yourself into the reality that you were once unconscious, and are now back in reality, but, do you want to be there?

Mildly Dissonant
They put you back in that machine again, the hum in the background is both gentle, relentless, and unpleasant in it's own way. The beeping is so loud, then you start thinking. Is it aloud? Is it all in your head? Don't move, or you'll have to do this all over again.

Slight Relief
Now that the scanning is over, you get up and begin wandering about. The people who were there have gone, it's just you. Your legs feel so heavy; each footstep a plodding mess. You can feel your footsteps more than you can hear them. The area immediately around you is crystal clear, and all of the sounds are cutting through the blur of the room only ten feet away from you. Just keep moving, get your blood flowing. Your tenacity will reward you with clarity.

It's Time to Get in the Van, Guys!
You remember it like it was yesterday, but it was actually 27 years ago. Your final sleep-over, with those you thought were your friends. They weren't, they aren't. By the time they all fall asleep, you're still awake and the sound of the Nintendo is so quiet, it's nearly buried by the sound of the snoring around you. Eventually, you fall asleep too, and you are awoken later by laughter as your purported friends make fun of your dream, saying that you uttered the words "It's Time to Get in the Van, Guys!". They laugh at you, not realizing that this is the beginning of another medical issue.

Sap
Can you hear it? It's that sound again, a distorted, dissonant train whistle, surrounded by all the electricity, shorting itself all around you. A bass and kick pulse underneath it all, pushing what you think is a calm pattern. Every now and again, a set of jarring sounds break what you call a "repose"; hardly calm or soothing for anybody, but you're used to it. Again and again, the weaving of the patterns break for each other, then burst forward again underneath the unpleasant electronic sounds.

Triangular Tens
A stack of ten in a triangle, starting at the top. One, next level. Two, next level; three and four each on their own line. There you have a 'Triangular Ten', upon realizing this, your body finds a groove in the surrounding pattern, only to have it robbed from you shortly afterwards by stops and starts. Harmonic, yet unexpected sounds burst through the perfume and cause an interrupt in what you hoped would be a constant.

TLE
A long ending to what you thought would be something that was a 'one-time' deal. Here's the harsh lesson: this never ends. It's not ever going to end. Trade one thing for another, you'll still carry that debt. You know you shouldn't be here, you know it's time, but it just won't let go. The subtle, nagging clicks just won't let your mind rest, and the hum. That hum that just won't go away. Feel it building just underneath your skull, at the base of your neck, just above your shoulders. At the end, a pulse leave you, trailing off into silence, the pounding in your head just gets heavier. Even though the sound is light in comparison to the rest of the track, it is filled with lead.

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released February 1, 2020

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