
蓄積する回廊
A minimalist ambient octet built from electronic saxophone, electric organ, electronic flute, toy piano, human voices, formant vocoder, and microtonal textures. The soundscape drifts through overtone constellations and phase-locked glissandi, while tempo repeatedly collapses and reboots (120→40→180 BPM) and meter shifts between 3/4, 7/8, 6/8, and open time. Rhythmic pulse dissolves into glitched breaths, whispers, bowed metal percussion, sampled air, toy-like impacts, and sudden silences. Harmonic language is spectral and fluid—spectral planing, FFT morphing, and detuned overtone stacks orbit a resonant, ritual-like fundamental that feels artificial and mechanized. Voices blur the boundary between human and machine, moving from childlike muttering to isolated screams and detached, algorithmic chanting. Melodic fragments loop obsessively, slightly altered each time, evoking memory degradation. The piece balances meditative abstraction with emotional instability, where transcendence

蓄積する回廊
A minimalist ambient octet built from electronic saxophone, electric organ, electronic flute, toy piano, human voices, formant vocoder, and microtonal textures. The soundscape drifts through overtone constellations and phase-locked glissandi, while tempo repeatedly collapses and reboots (120→40→180 BPM) and meter shifts between 3/4, 7/8, 6/8, and open time. Rhythmic pulse dissolves into glitched breaths, whispers, bowed metal percussion, sampled air, toy-like impacts, and sudden silences. Harmonic language is spectral and fluid—spectral planing, FFT morphing, and detuned overtone stacks orbit a resonant, ritual-like fundamental that feels artificial and mechanized. Voices blur the boundary between human and machine, moving from childlike muttering to isolated screams and detached, algorithmic chanting. Melodic fragments loop obsessively, slightly altered each time, evoking memory degradation. The piece balances meditative abstraction with emotional instability, where transcendence
Lyrics
また同じ 道
昨日の続き
曇る 硝子に
映るのは 昨日の
私 見ないふり
回廊を
歩いては 行き止まり
戻っては 歩く
置き去りの
戯言が まだ
息をしている
光る 灯り
強くなり 消えて
飛蚊症
立ち眩んで
佇んで しまい
選ばれないまま
回廊で
名前の ない声
拾って つまはじき
拾っては
また 後悔
また 解は無し
もしも
壊せる 窓が
あるのなら
消えた明日に
戻るのさ
回廊を
それでも 歩く
出口は まだ
綻れそうな
自分を 抱きしめて
また 歩く
