JH – COMAOCEAN 3xCD

[Joie de la Blumpy]

Screaming beneath the earth, or among the distant tremors of a thousand-pointed star, the liminal sound fields energized by JH in its multi nom-de-plumed interrogations seem ever poised to breach the threshold, of. To the obvious question, the enigmatic answer, as would necessarily befit the principal behind the reversed chronologies of The Keraunograph Ensemble (among multiples of others) cause it’s all in the approach, as in the surging and cresting, the building and simmering, stretching to the limit, toward a proximate dawn, of. And maybe just maybe to catch the barest glimmerings refracted deep in the darkest recesses of an oceanic mirror, or three, cause I’m thinking this apparently comatose body of liquescence hides its troubled currents well. Troubled souls, troubled waters, uneasy shivering interrogations, buried deep, or reflected deep within, am I not, now, at that, threshold? Of or perhaps at a buried reflection, refraction, projecting inverted inifinities through cumulonimbus turmoil of phantasmagoric glimmers, starry ones, if (yes) predatory, crushing ambianced intertextures interjecting whassit a stray refugee from the abovementioned Ensemble, deeply buried mind you, but possibly to betray heavily modulated masses of Keraunographian instigator going all out wailing upon cacophonies of metallic implements, said clamor possibly distilled in thunderous burgeoning waves, which will never, ever, breach the threshold, or will they. An enigma wrapped in a mystery inside an almighty mass of densely enveloping seethe fields, huge sky-blottening-grade waves finally crashing down, leaving in their wake some downright pristine even arid strays of relative silence, to extend unhurried invitation to the inevitable next em-pummeling go-around. Hard not to get swept up in the moments.