The Transcendence Orchestra – Feeling the Spirit


It's Better to Experience Things Than to Conquer Them
Hinge Caterpillar
Imagine a Mountain Named After a Hospital
But Said in My Head, Not out Loud (Comment Made)
The Golden Jaws of the Celestial Vice
Nothing Is Real (Slight Return)
The Goose and the Wren
Overview Effect
Humans as Vessels for a Suite of Corporate Dream Delivery Services
Nothing Is Real
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Written and produced by Anthony Child and Daniel Bean
Mastered by Stephan Mathieu at Schwebung Mastering, January 2020
Cut by Andreas Kauffelt at Schnitstelle, Berlin, February 2020
Live photo taken by Dareos Khalili at Trauma Bar und Kino, Berlin.
Vidya Gastaldon
L?ange de l?apocalypse (d?apr?s Danby), 2012
Acrylic and oil on canvas
100 x 150 cm (39 3/8 x 59 in.)
Photo: Fabrice Gousset. Courtesy the Artist & Art : Concept, Paris, from the collection of Mus?e de L?abbaye Sainte-Croix.
Thanks to Rikkert Brok and Hans Kulk at Willem Twee Studios for their perfectly judged assistance and to Doris Woo for the Delphic utterances.
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?Like La Monte Young and The Incredible String Band stuck in an elevator."
In the process of relocating to Den Bosch's Willem Twee Studios, The Transcendence Orchestra let love slip deftly out of its gate and reverberate around the walls of the studio's main hall, a high ceilinged former synagogue in the city's old town. Working intensively to capture its echoes, they coaxed it to appear in pipes and strings, directed it through resonant circuits and shepherded it round the room with beaters, horns and rattles.
Having returned home with the recordings, a purpose began to emerge. Through a process of extensive reconfiguration and testing it became clear that the love contained within could transform perception. Under the right circumstances, and accompanied by appropriate technology, it could serve as a map for navigating beginnings and endings. Like some distant mesmerising chant or a psychedelic folk song, it could connect us and reassure us that we can pass through the boundaries and survive. Perhaps not intact but at least whole.
Here is that map, love soaked diligently into its lines, ready to guide those at a loss or reassure those willing to explore.