As the winter blooms inchoate, I'm reminded again of the essence behind the Dhampyr project, the authentic emotion, the bitter resolve. Though my consciousness toward any musical ideology drifts frequently, the true matter is that Dhampyr is not a consummation of hobby and artistic discipline (never would I subject myself to an end this contrived), but an estranged passion of spirit and mind. I am unaware of any methodology or practice that has the capacity to extract the predicate of the human soul in the way that music allows. In feeling the joy of a composition, one apprehends the character of a peculiar world, or perhaps falls privy to reveries in a spiritually alien somnambulism. A good record grasps at the unfurling seams of human emotion, and relates them to impossible contortions and mystical configurations.
Expect a second full-length in January.
-X
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