“Oh wearisome condition of Humanity!
Born under one law, to another bound,
Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity,
Created sick, commanded to be sound:
What meaneth Nature by these diverse laws?
Passion and reason self-division cause.
Is it the mask or majesty of Power
To make offences that it may forgive?”—
Don't feel too bad, it's cold and wet here as well.
I’m cosy inside the postgrad study space, looking out onto the snowy courtyard below. It’s kinda nice. Going to spend a fortune on coffee to keep me warm/awake though. I like snow around the time of my birthday too, so it’s alright really.
Hailing from the Highlands in Scotland, Samoyed creates beautiful sparse and organic soundscapes hauntingly reminiscent of the grand landscapes of his geographical roots. We first came across his productions in the days of ‘myspace’, and shortly afterwards when he played support for Gas…