Montagna Futura

by WOMBA

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about

“Montagna Futuro” is the 3rd album by Moscow-based experimental project WOMBA. It was conceived several years ago as “litersonic” homage to the cultural phenomena of the 1950s known as The Beat Generation movement (Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, and others). All fragments of this psyche-noise collage (17 tracks – 79 min.) correlate specific textual pieces which are codified within the package… There are 67 handcrafted sets (“Piece Goods” line by RAIG | ZonderZond). Each set is packaged in an oversized 6x6x6” cardboard box which includes 9 cubes of printed unbroken wood (1.85x1.85x1.85”) and a 40-page full-color manual (in English and Russian)… Available exclusively through RAIG's web-store (Shipping Weight: 0.95 pounds).
(from R.A.I.G. page)

credits

released May 25, 2012

Composition, performance, cubical/manual text & lyrics by Tikhon S. Kubov, except 1 - lyrics/voice by Kowalczyk and 14 – lyrics/voice by Yakov Iskryzky-Gorestein. Macho bass pulsation in 12 by Chicka Deee.
Recorded at BZDOK studio, Moscow, April 1995 – March 2010
Mastered by DAN 271 at James Studio, St.Ptrbrsg, May 2012
Design Concept, Artwork & Art Direction by Zonder Zond
R.A.I.G. Release 067PG

«Quando ti accade di vedere il posto dove saresti salvo, sei sempre lì che lo guardi da fuori. Non ci sei mai dentro. E’ il tuo posto, ma tu non ci sei mai.»
Alessandro Baricco, «City», 1999

«Hazy blur of recollections or dreams transpire upon the page
Packaged tightly in a foregone cycle
Dread the filler conversations passing me by
Question motives what the hell am I doing?
No longer a lingering shadow waiting to be exposed
This is the way civilized people behave
Before the drugs and paranoid isolation
Shelter my eyes to some utopic tributary
Fully aware of the others unimpressed
Aspiring to conquer the past
Raised on shields and heralded by horn
A mirror my only judge, please only I can understand
Divine waters an illusion to polish weathered stone
Not a question any longer
That in my mind I feel truth
Absent, empty I will conquer & unite.»
MC Ghandi 3030, 2001

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