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twentyfourbit:

New Björk Single: “Crystalline”
Our first non-car stereo preview of Björk’s forthcoming album/multimedia project, Biophilia, has hit the web, complete with 5 minutes of syncopated rhythms under acrobatic vocal melodies that erupt into a thrilling drum-machine freakout at the 4:18 mark. “Underneath our feet, crystals grow like plants,” the Icelandic icon describes in this nature-themed cut. “Listen how they grow” over at Pretty Much Amazing.

twentyfourbit:

New Björk Single: “Crystalline”

Our first non-car stereo preview of Björk’s forthcoming album/multimedia project, Biophilia, has hit the web, complete with 5 minutes of syncopated rhythms under acrobatic vocal melodies that erupt into a thrilling drum-machine freakout at the 4:18 mark. “Underneath our feet, crystals grow like plants,” the Icelandic icon describes in this nature-themed cut. “Listen how they grow” over at Pretty Much Amazing.

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"There are differences between the old and the new tendencies, differences which have exciting implications."

— Wendell Johnson

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Outside of that which I see and feel in this moment, exists the greatest injustice. All which I have ever been, or ever been given – has been stolen in the irreverent blind spots of passing moments and blindly given to the dark, careless, memory which gives and takes to the conscious at its own incoherent discretion. This is the cause of a considerable amount of heartache. Sometimes I wish to savor these conscious feelings for longer than the moment allows. Furthermore, this uncontrollable discretion of conscious to unconscious (or vice versa) thought, I hate even more. The idea is nauseating, that the thoughts which belong explicitly to me are widely controlled by unknown faculties.

Outside of that which I see and feel in this moment, exists the
greatest injustice. All which I have ever been, or ever been given –
has been stolen in the irreverent blind spots of passing moments and
blindly given to the dark, careless, memory which gives and takes to
the conscious at its own incoherent discretion. This is the cause of a
considerable amount of heartache. Sometimes I wish to savor these
conscious feelings for longer than the moment allows. Furthermore,
this uncontrollable discretion of conscious to unconscious (or vice
versa) thought, I hate even more. The idea is nauseating, that the
thoughts which belong explicitly to me are widely controlled by
unknown faculties.

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