November 12th, 2010

S.C. Hickman

Daemonyx: The Music of Matt Cardin

"I certainly had no feeling for harmony, and Schoenberg thought that that would make it impossible for me to write music. He said, 'You'll come to a wall you won't be able to get through.' So I said, 'I'll beat my head against that wall.' " 
                           --John Cage 

Matt Cardin is a dark troubadour of those black angels for whom all song is a lamentation. There is no death march within these intoned mantras; or if there is - as in the Streets of Vastarion, it is the  fragmented plea of a twisted mind seeking that which is at once a hellish paradise and a heaven haunted by the bleak memories of a dead god.

One will not see any of Mahler's false romanticism riding the brash harmonics of this shadowed music. Instead there is an underlying movement of surprise, a drum beat of awakening, a hint of wings rising from the dark depths to take on the sun itself. This is the music of ritual and transformation, of mutation and change: lyrical phrases and the hum of a sorrow only an ancient fever could know. Yet, this is blood music for humans, music that rides the flesh like a knife, twisting and turning in that quickening darkness of the world where all ancient religious mysteries break free...

Like some magi of a new world his haunting lyrics will awaken in you a sense of empowerment, and guide you along the sacred way that is at once a familiar and distant procession toward that dark heart of existence that is at once our holiest horror and our darkest memory. A strange amalgam of triumph and dark portents moves through this strange drama, a hint of techno-ambient rage, as well as the clear beat of a classical schooling that has deciphered the liquid codes of our postmodern age and formulated a resistance to all but the challenge of a final gnosis... a knowledge of all that is our sorrow and our broken life on this torn planet.


Listen and buy the music of Matt Cardin's Daemonyx: click here...