That human life must be some kind of mistake is sufficiently proved by the simple observation that man is a compound of needs which are hard to satisfy; that their satisfaction achieves nothing but a painless condition in which he is only given over to boredom; and that boredom is a direct proof that existence is in itself valueless, for boredom is nothing other than the sensation of the emptiness of existence.
’Arthur Schopenhauer, ‘On the vanity of existence’‘Tunes for the wounded’ can be considered a lament.
It is a defamatory accusation to the world and it’s suffering.
Foundation hope lodges complaints through gritty ambient-industrial structures, broken sounds and despairing moods.
Always without losing touch with the beautiful and melodic.
Always with that tiny bright spark of hope, overshadowed by doubt and cynicism.
This successor to ‘The faded reveries’ is a little more harsh.
Incorporated are distorted guitar drones, tape-decks, broken strings and noisy outbursts.
Firmly rooted in reality, this is tears dropping slowly, a herd crawling through mud and blood, and a call to a redeemer who isn’t there.
1 Harm And Hinder 4:04
2 Hope Deferred Makes The Heart Sick 4:15
3 If We Sink, We Sink Together 5:44
4 Always Jeopardy 5:12
5 Wounded Tune For The Wounded 5:32
6 Troubled Herd Crawling 4:51
7 Dimness (Our Wounds Are Shining Stars) 5:15
8 Woundbearer 4:39
9 Laments And Accusations 5:22
10 Another Tune For The Wounded 3:57
11 Let The Winds Breeze Innocence 3:36
12 Compound Of Needs 3:25
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