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Twisted Wires by Die Dunkle Seite

Twisted Wires

Die Dunkle Seite

January 19, 2021
10 tracks
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Preview: Mr. Moustache

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This latest production of Guido Ciabatti, known by his stage name Die Dunkle Seite, makes us feel like we are inside a tunnel, surrounded by sound, such as in a horror movie, trying to escape from a scary enemy which seems to chase us but that may not exist, we crawl through the ventilation ducts. We see the light and we aim to reach it failing, because the tunnel seems endless. We feel wrapped in the penumbra, the surroundings are gloomy, our teeth grind. Basically it represents our present life. An experience made of suffocating deadlines of which we never reach the end, our so called "light", and even more today we feel wrapped by a pandemic fear that rages in our existence such like the boundaries of the tunnel in which we crawl. It is an ambient album for a gloomy winter to face, looking for a light in ourselves to survive in these dark times. This is an experience of the fear and tremor of the present existence.

Tracks

Individual track purchase

Mr. Moustache

Mr. Moustache

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Swap Meet

Swap Meet

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Scoff

Scoff

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Negative Creep

Negative Creep

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Paper Cuts

Paper Cuts

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Love Buzz

Love Buzz

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
School

School

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
About a Girl

About a Girl

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Floyd the Barber

Floyd the Barber

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50
Blew

Blew

Die Dunkle Seite

€1.50

Purchase items (2)

Twisted Wires

Twisted Wires

€10.00

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physical item
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includes digital download

Compact disk in a lovely cardboard sleeve with artwork by CBT.

Digital album

Digital album

€8.00

Digital
digital download

This latest production of Guido Ciabatti, known by his stage name Die Dunkle Seite, makes us feel like we are inside a tunnel, surrounded by sound, such as in a horror movie, trying to escape from a scary enemy which seems to chase us but that may not exist, we crawl through the ventilation ducts. We see the light and we aim to reach it failing, because the tunnel seems endless. We feel wrapped in the penumbra, the surroundings are gloomy, our teeth grind. Basically it represents our present life. An experience made of suffocating deadlines of which we never reach the end, our so called "light", and even more today we feel wrapped by a pandemic fear that rages in our existence such like the boundaries of the tunnel in which we crawl. It is an ambient album for a gloomy winter to face, looking for a light in ourselves to survive in these dark times. This is an experience of the fear and tremor of the present existence.

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