https://open.spotify.com/artist/04qRBqBADZ8ZKslOhq8bDF
http://digital.panicmachine.com/album/the-last-dream
http://digital.panicmachine.com/album/chapel-built-of-spines
"My path is black I am sinking exultantly In the throat of
exclusion Motiveless escalation exalted Salient verses
lobbing the curses Dried and subversive Meekly discursive
decree A disfigurement on my unfamiliar skin This lies
beyond my hope I am the last thing This is the last act
I am the last thing that shouts into the void
It grates. Thrilling in its agitation, we embrace it in our
desire to apprehend it. Covering of convulsions articulated
medium start to grow superstitious. The brave are crushed
to a saline solution of metallic crimson. "
The music that flows through P. Emerson Williams haunts his mind un til it can be given form, such as it is, like a transmission from the abyssic depths, just as the music transmits to Erich Zann. The guitar and voice arrangement grows tendrils and tentacles, being recorded in odd locations using subterranean reverberations and energies that flow through the earth.
The Last Dream EP is a weird tale scribbled and scrabbled feverishly in the last dimming light, echoes of the last shout, the last dream. Is this collection declaimed for human ears or the watchers, to record the tale in their eternal silence? That remains to be seen. This short collection of pieces came about in the course of recording the piece Den Daude Spellemannen Spiller Fremdeles, which was written to open the set P. Emerson Williams played with Jarboe during DARK MOFO for an evening of music in Hobart, Australia that included JG Thirlwell and Chelsea Wolfe.
"Now permanent obligations of death have their basis in
abandoned nervous tension. Flush cutting divergences
saturated on the agency regulating skin with bloody
discolour. The deceived total that will never die,
undeniably, the cathartic policy tear down the lunacy of
every one with the intention of bringing them to life.
Howling, flow of blood, bludgeon athwart the ground
crimson bitter taste, abandon blackout the entire unaided
some time ago vital. Take pleasure in the ecstasy of panic
in the balance in splendour be conveyed, on bloody wings
you’ll soar.
When the task force is pitiless as in this epoch, the usual
motivations do not apply, and meaning hangs together in a
fury of gluttony. Disaster courts restrictions when all fail to
realize the significance of the nocturnally erected
scaffolds; shocking plans and decomposition will depart
this life and subsequently secrete its corrosive enzymes.
Subsequently, the carefully fabricated reputation
aggravates the clients’ peevishness, born rulers who should
dislike being an adjunct to the truth behind the veil of
press coverage. Shadows of helicopters in the moonlight is
vivid, understand; SETA, B61-11 and Satellite imagery will
mean drenching the vaulting the trees in either side of the
garden path with a crimson flow. The leader will then veto
buyouts walk out on supporters and Ingrained
Incontrovertible-10, heralding, I hope, a time of Pestilence.
Habituate yourself on the road to your will, you shall be
eliminated. When the boundaries tumble, you’ll be
crushed."
Bringing together the acoustic guitar driven methodology of 2014's Luminous and his well-received ambient work, with Chapel Built Of Spines P. Emerson Williams uses the sounds of his voice, 12-string guitar and cello and modifies them into near kaleidoscopic diffusion. On the title track, the sedate atmosphere contains and gradually reveals the more ominous energies hidden beneath. Alive (Fear Sleeps) opens the gates and lets the gathering forces out. Then on the concluding track the listener is left unsheltered, open to the Vault Of Stars.
The tracks of Chapel Built Of Spines grew out of the process of creating visual work to illustrate the writing of some of today's most exciting authors of weird fiction. There have been hints of narrative elements in all Williams' work from the start, and working with authors, publishers and magazines in the realm of horror, science fiction and weird fiction has served to amplify this.
"None of it made sense until I mastered the trick. It had to
be hidden from all others, but they seemed to be
surprisingly willing to be deceived. I am on a perch from
which I can feel eternity. I can weave elaborate jokes that
flow outward like raw sewage.
Watching my own bodies decay and that which grows
from there, it unfolds pragmatically, this explosion of new
beings, parasites, broken down cells dispersing, sweeping
my essence throughout the universe. I reach to the edges of
time and simultaneously have an outside view of the
whole."
About P. Emerson Williams:
P. Emerson Williams is a multi-media artist delving in music, art, writing, and video. More people listen to the sounds of P. Emerson Williams every day than realize it, for much of it is embedded in extensive transmedia projects past and ongoing. A visionary artist and an illustrator, his work takes projects spanning physical and digital media, genres and modes of performance to strange realms.
"Given P. Emerson Williams extensive track record of cross-medium and genre art over the past thirty years, it is likely he will become an underground legend. This may have occurred already, yet given his reclusiveness, it’s unlikely he would notice." -James Curcio, author of Fallen Nation, Join My Cult and The Immanence of Myth
P. Emerson Williams is a Necrofuturist Highwire Artist – Dr. Hyatts Black Book Omega, The Original Falcon Press, 2009
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released October 19, 2016
P. Emerson Williams - Guitar, Vox
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