Chillbase

Four parts of a whole, one existence in distinct forms. The Moving Dawn Orchestra also known as Iambic is Guy Andrews, the Ambient fusion prodigy from the UK. With his first hard copy EP released on Daniel Crossley's impressive new Electro-Acoustic label: Fluid Audio, Guy has created a different frequency for each season in 'Dials'. Deviously simple instrumentation allows for the real story being told to manifest in your mind. Join me on the adventure.

Early morning, the first rays of light move across the landscape, time slowly pacing forward. The gentle breath of life begins to stir the air with it's warming touch. Innocent bells chime and refract through the icicles hanging from the tree limbs. A string quartet aches with the earths desire to shake off the deep freeze of Winter in a 'Spring Hymn/Hymn'. As the sun arcs inexorably higher over the horizon the world begins to free itself, a cello foretells the future as water drips off the icicles and joins the mass exodus down a nearby stream. Surrounded by the birth of a new circle you are overwhelmed by the sheer gravity of it all. Time, still slowly moving forward to the procession of the piano, the bells ringing out begin to bend as the world shifts around you, in an instant you are engulfed by the experience. An IDM melody dances forward like time lapse Videography, revealing the explosion of life, the unseen world of the plant. The sputtering and lurching growth patterns begins to come back into phase. The piano rings true, open and inviting. A forest clearing full of flowers, butterflies and bees dancing among each other as the harmony of life pours out of a deeply meaningful musical moment.

Metal bells ring out, as the whole world slows down. Singing in silent excitement, like the encounter of a first kiss. A gentle breeze begins to blow in long sighs, breathing in deep this day of 'Summer, Keep Still'. The air rumbling with Timpanic electricity – the meeting in the shade of an old tree on the hill... A flashback: to the beginning of this journey... Steadily forward, the wheels on a bike hurry through the hot day. A Summer love in bloom, accentuated with the rolling of guitar strings like fingers across bare skin, passing by ubiquitous experiences of this season along the road. Dreamy arpeggios float into his mind with the anticipation. “ "Don't, don't stop … there's somewhere to be …” resounding in his head. “Wait … Hope … and let the Sunrise …” is all that he can think of doing. “Don't, don't stop … there's somewhere to be …” He can see their tree on the hill. “Your … Pulled … Until the last one …” Jumping off the bike he takes the final steps into her arms. Words need not express the symphony, the few fleeting moments that last an eternity. Dueling guitars intertwine and writhe around with untempered passion... The scene transitions like a dream, with arpeggios and a ghostly piano pounding out the faded but never lost experience of that moment. Reminiscing... The potency of a single event in his life. Memories in a sea of forgetfulness, bouncing and flashing in the minds eye. A triumphant orchestra raises its voice as the world pulls back, an old man and woman are seen, sitting together hand in hand, under a dying tree.

A frosty evening breeze, earlier each day moves in; piano gently rocking like the dying leaves falling from trees 'Between Our Hands, Autumn'. The dreamy shower of reds, yellows, orange and brown rain past through the nipping cold. Weary Rhodes drift off into the distance, the world prepares to sleep for another season while the beautiful debris piles deeper on the ground. Majestic gatherings of migratory birds fly in formation overhead. Going to places far away to escape whats coming. A deep resonance fills the earth, entire mountains and tracks of land visible from space light on fire. The creatures of the forest hurry and prepare. Squirrels scurry around filling up their stores, a mother Bear gorges herself for her hibernation. The deciduous shedding marches on, every last leave begins to fall, the resonance quiets. A spiny chill pangs out across the land, transforming the year once again. Life pulses and slowly fades from view to hide within. Anything caught in it's reach begins to die. Ghostly breaths whisper through the living skeletons, Slower and slower the cycle becomes until suddenly the world pauses. The Rhodes returns weaker now ringing out in gasping frozen air. The long night dances like faded dreams of a better time until everything stops as life takes its last gasp.

A lone piano cries as frozen air rips across a wind swept scene. Blinding storms of snow whip around outside, the world covered in a 'Winter Silhouette'. A never ending gale of cold harshness so close to you, but feeling so far removed within the confines of home. Devoid of all color in the perpetual twilight, embankments of ice crystals build deeper and deeper sculptured by the relentless motion of the planet. Melancholy strings show the alien landscape so unforgiving and formless as it amplifies the reflection of light from the fireplace against the glass. A deep bass and the finality of nature locked in ice as life giving warmth radiates against your back. The strings join others mourning the death of another year. Falling into the depths the bass pulses with the contrast of the safety from exposure. Piano fading away, the string quartet weeps like the family of mother nature. Screeching resonance moves across the glass like the liquid nitrogen fingers of old man winter. Clawing and scratching to get into sanctuary and make it your grave... Quiet.. an ominous vocal bass drones on with the ages, hypnotic strings pluck almost aimlessly like a lost and starving wanderer...
“To the window... Feel the darkness... Falling over, to redesign this... In the next life... Rediscover... In the next life... Undercover...”

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