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Bonifrate – Corisco
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Gajos mansos que concordam com tudo o que ella diz (e ainda reforçam), porque só têm uma coisa em mente: dar uma mordida na carcaça. Hienas de merda. Querem mastigar a sua chiclete porque estão com fome.
Banais e rudimentares nos modos, são bonifrates que não podem saber amar.
02_06_22
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2021
Levo a sério o processo de fazer listas e tenho uma disciplina semanal de ouvir dezenas de discos novos e seguir pessoas que indicam os álbuns que possivelmente vão me interessar. As vezes só preciso de 15 segundos pra ter certeza que aquele disco importa e quando isso ocorre me sinto em outro plano astral. É obvio que no fim 90% do que ouço é o tipo de música que eu gosto de fazer também, é uma música que me faz ter a sensação de não estar sozinho no mundo e bem, se você chegou até esse site são grandes as chances que você também goste do mesmo tipo de música que eu.
O processo é simples:
Primeiro Organizo em uma playlist geral onde hoje há mais de 100 discos e toda semana entram 2 ou 3 novos. Essa é uma lista predominantemente gringa com um ou outro disco nacional. Desta lista faço um filtro e jogo em outra playlist onde ficam os álbuns de alta rodagem, aqueles que estão listados abaixo. A grande maioria dos artistas que ouço estão nos primeiros discos ou estão se reinventando (Any Difranco). Os pequenos realmente me interessam mais pois me identifico com eles e sei como é desejar encontrar alguém que os entenda, eles não querem estar na lista dos melhores, eles só precisam mudar a vida de meia dúzia de pessoas e talvez essa pessoa talvez seja você.
Esse ano preciso incluir a trilha do kid Cosmic que é sensacional, mas só o estalo de eletricidade que ela causa na minha filha já valeria para estar entre os discos do ano.
E quanto aos artistas nacionais? vou ser honesto: peguei birra com artistas nacionais e agora só recomendo quem realmente me impressionou.
Minha lista atual:
Robert Finley, Sharecropper's Son
Cassandra jenkins, an overview on phenomenal nature
Tré burt, you, yeah, you
Flyte, This is really going to hurt
Yola, Stand for Myself
buck meek, two saviors
ani difranco, revolutionary love
jimbo mathus e andrew bird, these 13
clever girls, constellations
Trevor Sensor, account of exile vol.1"
Ophelias, Crocus
Bleachers, Take the Sadness Out of Saturday Night
Dr. Fang and The Gang, Kid Cosmic (trilha)
Yuma Abe, ファンタジア
Ashley Shadow, only the end
Juçara Marçal, Delta Estácio Blues
Bonifrate, Corisco
izabel Lenza, Véspera
Charme chulo, o Negocio é o seguinte
Giovani cidreira, Nebulosa baby
Romulo Froes, Aquele nenhum
Essa é a lista geral, é um longo passeio.
#2021#Robert Finley#Cassandra jenkins#Tré burt#Flyte#Yola#buck meek#ani difranco#jimbo mathus e andrew bird#clever girls#Trevor Sensor#Bleachers#Dr. Fang and The Gang#Kid Cosmic#Yuma Abe#Spotify#Juçara Marçal#Bonifrate#Corisco#izabel Lenza#Charme chulo#Giovani cidreira#Romulo Froes#ophelias#Ashley Shadow#resenhas românticas
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Dust Volume 6, Number 6
Whatever happens, Bobby Conn will always be fabulous
Greetings from the never-ending sameness! It must be Friday since we’re doing a Dust, but we are not exactly sure which Friday and, indeed, which day of the week comes after that. We have not had a haircut in a while, and we’re wearing the most comfortable, least fashionable things we own, but we have not quite given up, because, you see, we’re still listening to music. Here are short missives from our respective quarantines, covering experimental psych, fey orchestral pop, slow rolling sine waves, disco-glittering satire, solitary black metal and assorted other musical manifestations. Contributors included Bill Meyer, Andrew Forell, Jennifer Kelly, Jonathan Shaw and Michael Rosenstein.
Eric Arn & Jasmine Pender — Hydromancy (Feeding Tube)
hydromancy by eric arn & jasmine pender
Hydromancy is the ancient practice of divining the gods’ intentions by staring for long periods into a pool of water. Eric Arn, an American guitarist who has been based in Austria for the last decade and a half, seems to have picked up at least one message from the cosmos, and he is acting upon it. Feeding Tube Records is his home. Hydromancy is his third release on the label, and like its two predecessors, it carves out a unique zone within a large and ever-spreading field of inquiry. Arn’s spent time playing psychedelic rock, free improvisation and solo acoustic explorations, and worked with players from Texas, New England and Vienna. This time he’s partnered with an English cellist, Jasmine Pender, on two side-long ponderances of resonance. The title is apt; the musicians seem to be regarding the surface of their sound, first letting ripples and reflections guide them, but ultimately peering beneath the surface into darker, persistent currents.
Bill Meyer
ARTHUR — Hair of the Dog (Honeymoon)
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On his sophomore album, Philadelphia songwriter ARTHUR disguises ruminations on addiction, anxiety, pain and paranoia in summery cloaks of experimental pop. The combination of whimsy and woe is nothing new, but it’s a fine balance. In Hair of the Dog, complex arrangements surround naïve-sounding melodies, hinting at inner turmoil.
The album incorporates whispers of disco in “No Tengo,” a low key Caleb Giles rap interlude on “Something Sweet,” swinging 1960s horns on “William Penn Island” and a choir of children on “You Are Mine.” The magpie eclecticism holds together beneath a voice that can err on the side of mannered. It is most effective when direct and unadorned as on “Simple Song” where a woozy waltz and detuned guitar bridge underline the poignancy of the lyrics: “In a couple of years/You lose a couple of friends/You lose yourself and you start over again/I don’t have patience/All that I know is addiction.” There is a lot to like here even if at times ARTHUR treads too hard on the path of whimsy.
Andrew Forell
Gaudenz Badrutt — Ganglions (Aussenraum)
Ganglions by Gaudenz Badrutt
“Connect” is the not the first words that 2020 is going to wear out, but it’s in the running. Veteran Swiss electronic musician Gudenz Badrutt could not have foreseen the present situation when he was making this LP, but it speaks to at least one aspect of it. Perhaps the barrages of commercials dropping the word “connect” by corporations interested in currying your subconscious good will has you pondering the networks by which that state is accomplished and sustained. Badrutt’s music is assembled from sine waves and feedback systems, which he layers and interrupts to make sound that flickers and surges like an audio rendering of your nervous system in various states of load-carrying and overload. Listen closely, and you can ponder your place within the system. But if you’re sick of thinking, feeling, and awareness, turn this shit up and it will blot out whatever offends you.
Bill Meyer
Nat Baldwin — Autonomia I: Body Without Organs (Shinkoyo)
AUTONOMIA I: Body Without Organs by Nat Baldwin
Nat Baldwin is a published novelist as well as a singer and double bassist with several solo records and a long-time stint is a member of the Dirty Projectors on his cv. His versatility does not come at the expense of focus; indeed, Autonomia I (so named because there’s a second, cassette-only volume) show that he knows how to get a lot out of a particular idea. This LP was inspired by a broken bow, which he employs (sometimes in concert with an intact one) on five of the LP’s seven tracks. When one of your tools is unreliable, you have to be ready to scramble, and there are moments when it sounds like he’s trying to recover from or get ahead of his implement’s waywardness. But those also sound like moments of opportunity; whether he’s exploring rattle of a loose part against his bass’s body or using that bow to obtain non-prescribed tensions from his strings, he organizes his instrument’s unusual sounds into quick-moving, provocatively shaped constellations of sound.
Bill Meyer
Bonifrate—Mundo Encoberto (Self-released)
Mundo Encoberto by Bonifrate
Pedro Bonifrate is one-half of the Brazilian psych outfit Guaxe, this solo album (according to Google translate “overcast world”) springs from the same trippy, laid-back but multi-instrumented roots. Lush like the rainforest that surrounds him, playful and full of bright colors, this eight-part composition unfolds in the manner of a particularly vivid dream. “Parte 1” mutates freely over its 11 minute duration, stirring to life in a rush of strings, slipping into beach-y mildly hallucinogenic balladry, trying on a bit of Syd Barret-ish whimsy, crescendoing in clangorous guitar overload. Hard to say if Bonifrate played all the instruments, but the album has an idiosyncratic euphoria, as if it were lifted in one piece from the vivid contours of one person’s mushroom trip.
Jennifer Kelly
Bobby Conn — Recovery (Tapete)
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“It’s a disaster, the one we’ve been waiting for for years, and now we get to see how this thing ends,” croons the one-and-only Bobby Conn in his glam-shuddering, disco-sleek tenor, and sure, 2020 in a nutshell, got it in one, congrats! Who’d have thought that Conn’s arch, satiric performance art could be a form of comfort here at the end of the world? Who’s have supposed his stylized excesses would seem not an iota too much? Conn, as ever, is sharp and topical, pondering all the oppressed sub-groups left out of the “Good Old Days,” (against a swaggering Phil Spector beat), mourning the xxx-rated theaters put out of business by Pornhub in “Bijou,” skewering big data’s intrusions in the synth-operatic glories of “Disposable Future.” But what’s always separated Conn from mere satirists is the elaborate, over-the-top quality of the music he makes. “Recovery” with its scatted bassline, its frenetic syncopation, its funk precision—it all works as music way before you start to chuckle at the lyrics. Conn is as much a character in the long-running graphic novel that plays in his head as a bandleader, but don’t underestimate the bandleader. There’s art underneath all that eyeliner.
Jennifer Kelly
Curanderos — Raven’s Head (Null Zøne)
Raven's Head by Curanderos
If you’re looking for something to cure what ails you in these uncertain times, Raven’s Head might be your balm. You won’t need a prescription, since the tradition of shamanistic healing precedes the AMA, and the particular configuration of healers here — John and Michael Gibbons of Bardo Pond + Scott Verrastro of Kohoutek — models a cooperative approach that more conventional leadership would do well to emulate. The combination of personalities also tips you off to what to expect. Verrastro is a colorist, using the metal parts of his drum kit to keep the listener aware of the dimensions surrounding the listening space, but he also provides just enough forward momentum to keep the music moving at a fogbank-rolling pace. The Gibbons match liquid lead and coarse riff with practiced ease; they’ve spent a lot of time in such cloudy spaces, and they breathe deeply of the inspirational atmosphere.
Bill Meyer
Discovery Zone — Remote Control (Mansions and Millions)
Remote Control by Discovery Zone
“Sophia Again” is a sci-fi mini-story, presenting the conversation between an AI creature and her creator, talking about the self, the meaning of life and the joy of connection, as bubbling arcs of synthesizer sounds jet off into the ether. It is, perhaps, the most literally futuristic of the cuts on this gleaming, synth-centric album, though the whole thing is polished to an other worldly, not quite natural glow. JJ Weihl, the artist behind Discovery Zone, also works in Fenster, a Berlin-based psychedelic pop band of a similarly polished, dance-referring (but not dance) aesthetic. Here, she works solo in luminous abstractions of crystal clear sound. The pleasure comes in the purity and beauty of voices, synths, drum beats, which sound like Sophia might have made them while learning to be human; they are a little too perfect to be wholly man-made.
Jennifer Kelly
Esoctrilihum — Eternity of Shaog (I, Voidhanger)
Eternity Of Shaog by ESOCTRILIHUM
An epic of esoteric demonology from Ashtâghul’s one-man black metal project Esoctrilihum, Eternity of Shaog presents as ten songs, most of which bear titles like “Exh-Enî Söph (First Passage: Exiled from Sanity)” and “Amenthlys (5th Passage: Through the Yth-Whtu Seal).” One gets the sense that there is a cosmology being built—but even Google has a tough time tracking the references to the many, many Eastern mythic systems in the repertoire. The provisionally good news is that Eternity of Shaog is a bit less musically spastic than its predecessor, The Telluric Ashes of the Ö Vrth Immemorial Gods, an even longer record released just last year. Say what you will, Ashtâghul is prolific. On this new record, you get his signature combination of black metal speed and snarl and an ambitiously (that’s the kind word) proggy compositional sense. The transitions this time around are less violent, the riffs are pretty good and plentiful synths build out to lush soundscapes. The musical textures are rich, but the bad vibes dominate. It’s hard to say what malign presences you’ll be summoning into your home if you play this stuff as loud as seems intended. Maybe keep some holy water handy.
Jonathan Shaw
Fire-Toolz — Rainbow Bridge (Hausu Mountain)
Rainbow Bridge by Fire-Toolz
As Fire-Toolz composer, producer and multi-instrumentalist, Angel Marcloid conjures mosaics from such disparate elements that one wonders how the music hangs together. Yet what at first seems like a chaotic, fractured farrago coalesces into a cohesive picture of her world that simultaneously bewilders and awes. Catholic in source and meticulous in construction Rainbow Bridge is an uncompromising and often stunning dash through Marcloid’s mind. Treated vocals that evoke death metal or JG Thirwell at his most outré, passages of twinkling synth and arena guitar, elements of 1980s Japanese ambient music, fusion jazz and Chiptune slot together like Jenga blocks that wobble but never quite collapse.
Marcloid’s project of musical excavation, reclamation and transformation perhaps mirrors her experience as a non-binary transgender person and the atomization of many tracks on Rainbow Bridge read as a meditation on the contingency of identity and the struggle for place within/outside social constructs that define acceptability and “taste”. On the other hand, sit back, push play and prepare to drift along with the ambient flow then be jolted from reverie by glitch and noise. Much like the world really.
Andrew Forell
Jacaszek — Music for Film (Ghostly)
Music for Film by Jacaszek
Music for Film collects the Polish composer Jacaszek’s scores for three movies — the 2019 documentary He Dreams of Giants, the 2008 project Golgota wrocławska and the 2017 film November. Haunted, evocative, disquieting and gorgeous, these ten soundscapes infuse the sounds of electronics, strings and samples with dread. “The Iron Bridge” turns sampled voices and slow throbs of cello into dance with death and memory, while “Liina” picks up eerie vibrations just out of focus, like a camera accidentally recording a ghost. “Dance” hurls electric bolts of tremulous sound—they sizzle with aftertones—then picks out a morose melody in plucked strings. All is dark, subdued, ominous but velvety, sensually smooth. Not having seen the films, I can’t guess the subject matter, but let’s assume there’s no laugh track.
Jennifer Kelly
Kontrabassduo Studer-Frey — Zeit (Leo)
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Double bassists Peter K Frey and Daniel Studer has spent the better part of the 21st century performing as a duo, but they don’t seem to have felt pressured to rush out a recording documenting their music. This CD includes selections from 2004, 2007, and 2018 that were made at home, in concert, and in the studio. But despite the variety of sources and occasions, this album feels quite cohesive, which is a testament to integrity of their partnership. They rarely play similarly at any given moment, but their contrasting techniques and frequency ranges evince a balance makes even the tracks with contributions by clarinetist Jürg Frey and cellist Alfred Zimmerlin feel like the work of one massive, multi-bodied bass.
Bill Meyer
Marlin’s Dreaming — Quotidian (Self-Released)
Quotidian by Marlin's Dreaming
The trick of putting soft, flickery voices in front of raging guitars is not a new one, but it’s still worth trying, especially as well as Marlin’s Dreaming does on “Outward Crying.” This sweeping, soaring, but fundamentally introspective tune blasts and blares in a sensitive way, the guitar noise parting like drapes for the singer’s disconsolate confession that he’s leaving this town. The town in question is Auckland, New Zealand, and you can certainly make connections to antipodal fuzz icons, especially the Verlaines. Yet there’s a bit of romantic swoon here in cuts like “Sink or Swim,” which links Marlin’s Dreaming’s diffident lo-fi pop with the baroque gestures of Roxy Music. This is the band’s second album and rather poised given their short history. Marlin’s Dreaming out loud in soft colors and blistering fuzz, and it’s a good one.
Jennifer Kelly
Christian Rønn & Aram Shelton—Multiring (Astral Spirits)
Multiring by Christian Rønn & Aram Shelton
Some musicians stake their claim within a particular locale, and others tour the world. Alto saxophonist Aram Shelton’s done a bit of both. You could say he’s a serial resident; over the past couple decades he’s been based in Chicago, Oakland, Copenhagen, and now, Budapest. But his recording history lags behind him. His latest release is a cassette recorded in April 2018, and it stands apart from anything he’s done to date. Credit for that lies partly with his choice of partner, Danish keyboardist Christian Rønn. Rønn’s instrument here is a Wurlitzer electric piano, augmented with effects that play up its reverberant qualities, but played without much reference to the way people used to play the thing when it was omnipresent in the 1960s and 1970s. Instead of nailing down a groove, Rønn posts reverberant signposts that Shelton can snake through or lays out undulating surfaces that the saxophonist can sail over. Either way, Shelton plays with a darker and softer tone than has been his wont in the past, casting a pall of eerie foreboding over this gradually evolving music.
Bill Meyer
Snekkestad / Guy / Fernandez — The Swiftest Traveller (Trost)
The Swiftest Traveler by Snekkestad / Guy / Fernandez
Englishman double bassist Barry Guy (b. 1947) has been shuttling between free and composed musical zones for over half a century, longer than the similarly versatile Scandinavian reeds and brass multi-threat Torben Snekkestad (b. 1973) has been alive. Catalan pianist Agusti Fernández (b. 1954) traverses similar terrain. And all three shift fluidly between conventional virtuosity and astutely applied extended techniques. The trio’s rapport is so strong that one supposes that however the album got its title, it wasn’t the result of some musical contest. They’re builders, not destroyers. Still, the rapidity with which these three musicians move from event to event is undeniable. Sparse stasis morphs into quick runs up and down the keyboard; a dense, high-velocity onslaught transforms into intricate, three-part counterpoint. The quickness with which the music changes and the completeness that it expresses from moment to moment make this a very satisfying performance.
Bill Meyer
Various Artists — Quilted Flowers: 1940s Albanian & Epirot Recordings from the Balkan Label (Canary Recordings)
Quilted Flowers: 1940s Albanian & Epirot Recordings from the Balkan Label by Canary Records
The word “Balkanized” has the dubious distinction of having acquired extra-regional meaning, to the point where it now signifies a whole divided into smaller, mutually hostile regions. But some of the Balkan musicians who moved to New York City pulled together to play on each other’s gigs and recordings. The Albanian multi-instrumentalist, Ajdan Asllan, who ran the Balkan record label, partnered with musicians from Greece and Bulgaria on both a musical and business level, and kept the company running into the LP age. This collection pulls 11 sides of instrumental and vocal music that originated on his home turf, but if your ears have previously pricked up in response to rural music from Greece or Anatolia, you will want to hear this stuff. A pair of clarinets or a violin usually carry the melodies, sometimes chased by sharp-pitched vocals that spread out in ragged but lusty unison, and always carried by unevenly accented rhythms articulated by vigorously strummed stringed instruments.
Bill Meyer
Otomo Yoshihide & Chris Pitsiokos — Live in Florence (Astral Spirits)
Live in Florence by Otomo Yoshihide & Chris Pitsiokos
Live in Florence documents a meeting between Otomo Yoshihide on guitar and turntables and Chris Pitsiokos on alto sax and electronics at the Tempo Reale Festival in Florence, Italy. This was the final date of a six-day European tour by the duo, and they’re primed from the first crackled sputters and blasts. The two thrive on these sorts of boundary-crushing forays and their seven short improvisations careen along with frenetic, brawny energy. The two deploy jump-cut pacing and shredded attacks from piercing overtones and feedback to frayed overblown sax and turntable crackle to manically angular reed lines and searing electronic bursts to chafed sax amplifications and thundering rumbles. Even on pieces where they start things out a bit more subdued, the two quickly ratchet up the intensity with torrid, barely-controlled vigor. There’s a slight respite on the sixth piece, with Otomo’s chiming guitar harmonics laying a resonant field for Pitsiokos’s breathy chirps and bent tones but even here, they arc to waves of feedback and skirling reed fusillades by the end. The final piece starts with shattered electronics and spitting reeds and mounts into bellowing din, exploding to the finish of the exhilarating 37-minute set.
Michael Rosenstein
#dusted magazine#dust#eric arn#jasmine pender#arthur#bill meyer#andrew forell#Gaudenz Badrutt#nat baldwin#bonifrate#bobby conn#jennifer kelly#curanderos#discovery zone#Esoctrilihum#fire toolz#jacaszek#kontrabassduo#marlin's dreaming#christian ronn#aram shelton#barry guy#torben snekkestad#augusti fernandez#Quilted Flowers#canary recordings#michael rosenstein#Otomo Yoshihide#chris pitsiokos
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O Made of Things falou com os Boogarins no último Paredes de Coura e conversaram sobre o último disco, de quem dá o nome às músicas, da transferência de Bruno Fernandes e do Boogarim favorito! Os nossos amigos Boogarins nunca param. Com o excelente Sombrou Dúvida, voltaram a Portugal para o Vodafone Paredes de Coura e quisemos falar com o Benke, o Rapha, o Dinho e o Ynaiã mais uma vez.
#angra#as chances#austin#benke ferraz#Bonifrate#Boogarins#boogarins entrevista#boto#brasil#bruno fernandes#Coachella#comedia#cristiano ronaldo#dingo#dinho almeida#dislexia#dragao cantor#entrevista#festival#flamengo#foimal#Gabriel O Pensador#globo rural#Goiânia#gordon zacharias#invencao#jorge jesus#la vem a morte#lickitung#lucifernandes
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no último dia 8 eu pude sentir em casa célula do meu corpo toda a vibração do som psicodélico intergaláctico poético do Bonifrate. som que me inspira e me dá um sentimento de unidade cósmica. som que embala diversas fases da minha vida (e de alguns amigos) há uns... 10 anos? pois é. como o tempo voa, voou até aqui. e aqui, tenho colecionado abraços de pessoas que sempre admirei de longe. tenho ouvido e/ou visto de perto, e sempre com alguma pessoa que amo. e, às vezes, tenho até comprado música e arte dessas pessoas em mãos. quanto privilégio. quantas sensações. #aparelhorj #bonifrate #rj (em Aparelho) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt59Pwxj_lC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=txifduxjb5e6
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Interior & artefacst of the church of Priests’ Bonifrates in city Wrocław, Poland.
#Bonifrates#church#iglesia#Poland#Polska#Polen#Pologne#Polonia#kościół#Kirche#interior#wnętrze#artefact#artefakt#Innere#painting#sculpture#rzezba#sztuka#Kunst#arte#art#Wroclaw#Wrocław
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Wroclaw, Poland - artefacts inside of church of Bonifrates + an outside sculpture of Jan Boży.
#Boży#rzezba#sculpture#esculpture#esculptura#Skulptur#sztuka#art#arte#kunst#interiors#Bonifrates#Bonifratów#church#iglesia#kościół#Eglise#Kirche#altar#wnętrze#ceiling#lamp#Polska#Poland#Polen#Polonia#Pologne#Polonaise#Wroclaw#Wrocław
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Church & closter of Bonifrates - Traugutta St., Wroclaw, Poland.
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Hello! I love your blog! The adventures you post are so interesting and are great to read, also my apologies if I messed it up and your not taking submissions any longer! Do you have any thoughts for a mountainous lair for one of the last red dragons on the continent? My players are going there soon and I'd love to here what you think of for this
Villain: Zindiiex, the Mournful Wyrm .
Who are you to speak to a dragon of MONSTERS? You who have hunted my brood through the centuries, scourging them from the sky and butchering them where they fell. Oh yes, a dragon may kill when she is hungry or to assert her territory, but you humans would see our kind extinct simply to feel “safe” in your squalid little burrows.
I will hear what you have to say, Vermin, but let neither of us pretend that we are not beasts, pretending at parlay
Setup: Once known as the “Skybleeder” for the way her rampages would turn the horizon into a haze of smoke and refracted fire, the old wyrm Zindiiex now hides from the world, scarred by the long centuries of conflict and the death of her many kin.
Cursed with a predator’s instinct to predate and tyrannize, but a mortal spirit capable of fearing pain and loss, this dragon’s millennia spanning existence has been a constant cycle of destruction and suffering, both wrought by her own talons and visited upon her by her victims’ retribution. Having lost both mates and children, and suffered grievous wounds at the hands of attempted dragonslayers, Zindiiex is now a broken beast; lairing in an isolated mountain fortress, nursing her various physical and emotional traumas and spending decades in fitful, tearful slumber.
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This prompt is an unplanned sequel to “The Ashen Bastion”, the historic fortress that the Mournful Wyrum took as her hideaway. Check it out if you’d like some details on the backdrop of this encounter, or reasons your party might decide to seek her out on their own.
Dragons are wellsprings of elemental power, which serves as the source behind their potent breath weapons, as well as their drive to collect, horde, and devour sources of magic. Like most ancient dragons, Zindiiex had cultivated this wellspring into a blazing bonifre, becoming an embodied calamity of titanic destructive potential. In her convalescence however, the Skybleeder’s power has begun to “ Bleed out”, waking the stone that surrounds her into a volcanic state, infusing it with volatile magics even as the dragon herself begins to wither. The sountains stir as Zindiiex sleeps more and more, and are in danger of erupting if the dragon is not dealt with before too long.
This primordial runoff is also beginning to seed the surrounding landscape with wonderous magic, giving rise to nescient elementals and other oddities. Veins of Adamantine have been found in the foothills surrounding her lair were their were none before, and various objects around the ruins have begun to take on spontaneous enchantments. Though the dragon keeps very little in the way of a horde, there are riches to be found should one be brave enough.
A survivor to the very end, the Mournful Wyrm clashed with many of the last age’s great heroes, and may be able to share a tidbit or two about the goings on of the last age that have since been forgotten by all others.
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#Anonymous#villain#monster hunt#dungeon#ruins#dragon#D&D#D&D adventure#Homebrew Adventure#Adventure#DnD#mid level#high level#treasure hunt#mine#elemental: fire
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So I'm confused about that wood picking up scene from the bloopers because Rudy is wearing a mask. I wonder if they did actually film a scene there.
…hm. I did not notice this. Very weird! I guess it’s possible Rudy and Maddie were just getting wood to bring back to their little bonifre (we did get the clip of them running with wood), but I don’t know why they’d have cameras rolling if they weren’t filming. I think surely they had to be at least seeing if they got anything worth putting in.
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Bonifrate - Rei Lagarto (Official Music Video)
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Bonifrate
Me sinto um bonifrate, o qual as cordas eu não controlo.
Vou de um canto para outro – tingindo toda a diagonal – com movimentos estranhos, como se quem segurasse as cordas estivesse estressado.
Quem me controla, não me deixa tocar piano, nem violão.
Logo para mim, que sofro sempre que passo pelo vão entre a estação e o trem.
Mas concordo que deve ser tortuoso apenas ouvir o dó menor.
Tem vezes que aquele ou aquela que segura minhas rédeas me força a fazer movimentos exaustivos e repetitivos.
Posso ser bonifrate, mas antes matéria. Não matéria física tangível, mas matéria etérea – sensível aos intempéries da anima.
As mãos que me erguem e me deitam ainda permitem-me escrever, mas faço em segredo. Espero o momento que ele ou ela vai ao banheiro ou deleita-se no sono secular.
No fim, a única certeza que tenho é que viverei para tentar descobrir quem é o infame tirano que me controla e, enfim, tomarei eu as rédeas do meu próprio destino.
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Wrocław, Poland: fot.1 = old city hall building, fot.:2-5 = St. Wojciech church, fot.6-8 = the church of Priests’ Bonifrates, fot. 9 = a building at Dubois St., and on opposite side of the street (fot.10) = a casino building.
#Wrocław#Wroclaw#Polska#Polen#Polonia#Pologne#kasyno#casino#street#budynek#building#Gebaude#tree#city hall#ratusz#kościół#Kirche#church#Rathaus#iglesia#drzewo
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Professor de física, era respeitado na cidade por sua cultura. Em maio de 2019 os pecuaristas locais receberam o Presidente da República. Vereador, ficou com ele a saudação. E soltou: A cidade tem a honra de receber essa bonifrate figura, eleita pelo povo, e seus ministros abantesmas. Dendroclasta declarado e espurco na sua essência, é um real intrujão, misólogo e claramente obnubilado. Seu ministério soez poderá nos ajudar... Foi aplaudido. E no fim do dia, preso.
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Guaxe—S-T (Oar!)
Guaxe, a duo out of coastal Brazil, makes a woozy, soft-focus brand of psychedelia that unspools unsteadily, weaving from side to side, bumping into hard surfaces and backing fuzzily away. Given the geography, it’s tempting to link the band to Os Mutantes, but this is far more instinctual and homespun; it’s like a machine made of brightly colored boards and rusty nails that clunks to bright unlikely life, churns away at its mysterious task for a while and then stutters to a halt. It sounds a good bit like the more abstracted elements of Elephant 6—Neutral Milk Hotel for the wheezing drone of organ, Olivia Tremor Control for the dream-like fragments of sound—and occasionally like the roughest, earliest, least electronically enhanced iterations of Animal Collective.
Guaxe draws its name from a colorful bird of the Amazon, its personnel from Boogarins (Dino Almeida) and Supercordas (Pedro Bonifrate) and its laid back vibe from the beach town of Paraty, where it was recorded. The town sits on the water with its back to the rain forest, and you could make the case that, similarly, Guaxe has its toes in the warm surf of lysergic pop and its head in the deeper shadows of drone and dissonance. In any case, there’s a good time vibe to many of these tunes that occasionally gives way to deeper, chillier mysteries.
This is not a long record, but it nevertheless takes its time, weaving loose-jointedly from trippy, tone-washed soundscapes into Nuggets-ish fuzz guitar anthems. The songs stop and start at unexpected places and, often as not, crank back to life. “Desafio do Guaxe,” from the beginning, sets the humming, jangling tone, a cracked organ wafting demented, half-melancholy carnival vibes over a cracking, snapping drum beat. The song is home-made and creaky. It works with difficulty, with patches, with jerry-rigged tape and string ties, but it works.
Other cuts are more conventionally song like. In “Pupilxs,” baroque keyboard figures dance over rusted, rasping guitar fuzz. Later on, “Onda” slams a hard, dry drum cadence over a bubbling undercurrent of bass. Both take symmetrical, pop-leaning, 1960s garage shape in time, though there are wormholes to unrulier forms in the corners; you can see them if you don’t look.
The whole experience takes less than half an hour, one track twisting into another, the last bubbly, pastel-colored daydream fading into the next. When it’s over, you might wonder what just happened, and whether any of it was real or just a fleeting, pretty mirage.
Jennifer Kelly
#guaxe#oar!#jennifer kelly#albumreview#dusted magazine#brazil#psychedelia#elephant six#animal collective#nuggets
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