Our Spectral Sound System, "Telepathic Transmissions From the Elsewhere"
OUT TODAY: Telepathic Transmissions From the Elsewhere, the debut album from Our Spectral Sound System is streaming via Soundcloud. And now, another transmission…
As the Jolly Psychometry Tours coach rounded the corner, Maggie Powderdry sneezed at the wheel. The coach was packed with eager tourists, their mouths agape. A singular decaying stone obelisk stood in a soggy, open field near the road. As far as obelisks went, it looked fairly unimpressive.
“And on your right you’ll see the Pentale Obelisk. So tall. So majestic. So…obelisk-like.” Maggie prattled, her voice wretched sounding. The tourists gasped and leaned forward to get a better look. Maggie sneezed again, jerking the steering wheel.
“We’ll make a stop here shall we, to get a better look.” Her wool allergy was in full bloom now. Someone on the coach must be wearing miles of it. Maggie glanced in the rear-view mirror trying to ascertain the source of the allergy. It could be any of them, or all of them. Most looked as if they had stepped right out of a British wool catalogue. They were sardined into uncomfortable floral-patterned seats, babbling non-stop, eager to leave the coach. This is what Maggie did with her days now: drive cargos of tourists around the English countryside looking for objects that had some psychometry significance. The endless parade of landmarks was pure “hocus” as Maggie’s nan would have called them. They were probably as supernatural as her big toe. And neither did she believe that any of the so-called “psychometry tourists” commanded the sort of uncanny aptitude one witnesses in a movie. Rarely do people possess anything like true telepathic abilities, much less the aptitude for spotting a fraudulent coach tour.
The sky was low, the clouds swollen and grey. The tourists disembarked from the coach, snapping photos with their phones. The vehicle—emblazoned with the words “Jolly Psychometry Tours: You Read Our Minds!”—sighed a cloud of black exhaust and settled into the muddy turn off.
Maggie blew her nose into a handkerchief, watching the crowd of tourists gather around the obelisk. She remained seated in the coach letting her mind slip backwards into hypnagogic revelry…
…Maggie witnessed half-remembered pasts, bucolic landscapes that harbored possibly malevolent intentions, miniature villages that betrayed nothing beyond their narrow streets and cobbled sidewalks. There were multiple versions of England that existed just beyond the actual one, mirrored images. These Englands were identical in every way save for some small detail. The physical and psychological geography was mapped outwards, into the infinite: the rural giving way to the urban. Mythologies constructed and dismantled. In these parallel versions, the modern and the ancient inform one another again and again…
…Elsewhere, two silver-goggled figures monitored Maggie’s telepathic transmissions, their mouths fixed into ridged smiles. An autonomic camera system captured the parallel Englands deployed from her mind’s eye, all in real time. The live feed unspooled in hazy video signals. The figures supervised the various frequencies simultaneously, as each broadcast carried a different version of history. The various broadcasts were digitized instantly and stored in vast libraries…
Telepathic Transmissions From the Elsewhere is the eighth release in the Fading Machine series.
Telepathic Transmissions From the Elsewhere tracklist:
Psychometry
A Hocus Happening
You’re Not My Milkman!
At the Information Centre
You Are the Detritus In the Sea Of My Love
Ganzfeld Effect
The Daydream Machine
In an Edwardian Kind Of Funk
Psychedelic Sunshine Show!
We're Minding How You Go (Transmitting From Here)
Tomorrow’s Telepathy
Candy Floss Seaside Holidays
