Trance by heartsoft
In the future, trance music was broken down and refined into a simpler, rhythm-less form. Only pure emotion remains. Classical trance has only been mentioned in PDF files locked away in private DropBox archives and posted on desolate, invitation-only forums. This feeling never goes away. The drugs lasted forever. The world changes and remains the same.
Dedicated to the pronghorns that are torn to shreds by bears, the dust that would gather atop every surface if every person in the world vanished, a child making electronic music, sentient clubs that can feel pain and joy in their walls, and everyone who has flying dreams.
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1. Museum: Enter the archives. They are dusty, infested with birds, corrupted, gorgeous, and free. You walk up to the gate, and it shines, speaks to you, and gives you a quest. You cannot decipher what the purpose is, but you listen anyway.
2. say Yes: A hyperambient solemn affirmation-ballad that is breathing, suffocating, dying, and rebirthing itself in the ether for YOU!
3. say No: The twin sister. After you made it through the bucolic and malfunctioning garden of positivity, it’s time to bask in a cathartic canoe sailing down a glowing blue river of mega co links and Mediafire embeds.
4. Almost no memory at this later and later point: You remember the house burning while you used your pirated version of FL Studio 12 for the last time. A synthetic choir of children serenades a somber piano.
5. Harmless childlike behaviors: On your journey, you meet friends who revive you every time adults try to kill you! Everything gets mashed together in a collage soup, but there is rhythm and bass perpetuating your stew.
6. Trance: Back on your solo travel, swaying through dark forests and tiptoeing the coast (one kissing the glowing blue bodies of water), you keep a little rhythm going to ease the boredom. Jangling some shells on a rope, or just mouth sounds—it's a dance.
7. People: You inspect puddles of blue water with formatted and compressed plants growing out of them. Particles of sound emanate audio-visually with tones suspiciously reminiscent of Blue humanoid centered media from the past.
8. Our wetform: In a humid village, one sustained by the glowing blue lake and viridescent foliage surrounding it, a family houses you. In the evening, they make you a supper of delayed fish, feedbacked sprouts, and low-kHz broth.
9. We all steal: You leave the village and continue your plight. As you wander and wander, you try to remember where you are going. All you know is that you are driven by an incredibly loud and emotional chill continuously drilling down your neck to your spine, resulting in full-body goosebumps. You remember all the help you have received on your journey—some returned and some not. Psychic karma will sort your good and bad deeds out in the end, and you will end up somewhere different.
10. I will miss Earth: Everything is blue and green, and you remember everything and nothing at all. For 15 minutes, you experience nothing but contemplative peace and contentment.
Tracklist
| 1. | Museum | 0:29 |
| 2. | say Yes | 3:00 |
| 3. | Say no | 4:10 |
| 4. | Almost no memory at this later and later point | 3:19 |
| 5. | Harmless childlike behaviors | 1:45 |
| 6. | Trance | 5:06 |
| 7. | People | 4:24 |
| 8. | Our wetform | 3:36 |
| 9. | We all steal | 4:45 |
| 10. | I will miss Earth | 15:07 |
Credits
bella winkler (track 9), james cameron (track 7), uly (track 5), lil spakoski, anthony butera, ben denning
