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SUB_______

by Matteus

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1.
Welcome 06:12
We hided by the cave and saw the monster go. In the lake of hate is where the monster floats. It saw us by its house, we were standing still... it lowered its eyes, turned its back, opened its mouth a little, whispering us: "Welcome, welcome strangers. Welcome, welcome. Will you be my friends?". We walked down by the shore full of awe and greed. Carefully but quietly i'm going in. You stayed behind, i've got the chills...here it gooes, deep breath! I'm young again. "Welcome, welcome strangers. Welcome, welcome. Welcome childhood friend". It's going to be a long day...
2.
The ocean downstairs. Ocean downstairs. I've always tried to forgive him. I've always tried to believe him. The ocean downstairs. Ocean downstairs. We're holding hands in the currents, forever lost from my brothers. My lungs are down there, my love lies down there. Among the witch and the wicked, i see my youth slowly drowning. Ocean downstairs. Going ocean downstairs. I'm losing hair in the water, until the hours forget me.
3.
Liquid Mary 05:38
Drop me Mary off your arms, i have to stand my own. I'll put my feet in the sea and make believe, make him believe me. If i could i would have killed the bees that hid the sun. Hide your daughter in the dark, darkest of places. Off the lights; i know its kinda sad. Don't be afraid. We can make it go away. Liquid flowing and liquid drops. Bloody Mary, liquid Mary liquefying me. I'm off again. Off again in open sea, I see them coming. Riding waves, so powerful and clean. The perfect shadow, is setting flames on air and me. And then we're lonely, lonely as a dying star can be. Don't be afraid. We can make it stay away. Liquid flowing and liquid drops.
4.
Glue 06:57
Sticking with you was fine. Sticking my whole life was sticking with glue my thumb and middle finger. It's almost a year now, but it's almost twice as sticky and i'm sniffing the solvent. I'm sniffing your perfume. It hangs in the air a smell like... still hangs in the air a smell like... ...It smells like... Glue. I still let some ghosts come through and turn my yellow post-its blue. But all they do is bring more glue. All of my papers gone. The tears took the glue off. Some notes were dissolved, some words got a new meaning now. It's almost two years now. It's almost twice confusing. Still sniffing the solvent, still solving my issues. But it hangs in the air a smell like... still hangs in the air a smell like... ...It smells like... Glue. I still let some ghosts come through and turn my yellow post-its blue. But all they do is bring more glue.
5.
Rays 05:35
Look with mye eyes. Volcanoes and i'll sing a song in my head. Slushing them under. Sky beds and cloud rooms. Laid on a peacock. Geographic hands. Professional hunters and still... I'm laying still. Briefly enriching. His wife's off to him and i must bring the science. Talking with mountains. I don't understand it. How mass can be real? We're all pulling storms. A prayer for silence, until... neglecting to feel. A little plastic vial. A never for love and i know i have corals, a joy for the fucked-up. A bad summer flavor. Space and psychometry. Faith in the stars. Neurotic heartbrakings and time... no time for time. Street lamps you know, you'll drown with tide. I hear a circus, landing straight from the sky. I'm all on my knees, even though i'm towering. Living your dumb day. Living your own day, your long saying, your love. All on my own singing, all on my own drifting.
6.
Microflora 03:27
7.
So when you find it, when you walk alone, i will remember the ringing of your phone. It's the ending. It's my private dance, it's the beginning, we surrender. I will remember, waves crushing me. It's the ending, it's the final show, we're going home now. Too bad you missed it. I'm gonna miss you too. I'm going home now. So, when you wake up in a bar under the sea, i will remember the happy cherry tree. I'm gonna love it, i will love the sun. I'm gonna love each clothe of your laundry. It's getting dark here. Please get some sun, i have to dry the clothes of your laundry. It's just the ending. It's the final show. I'm going home now. Too bad you missed it.
8.
Neverlanding 12:41
Some believe in love, some believe in faith, i believe in mother superior. Well, i lost my teddy bear, you have lost your world, what will be if Iria loses her words? As long as i shall live, as long as i can love, as long as i can filter your madness, i promise not to cry, i promise not to laugh, i promise into eternal remembrance. But, i'm rotten on the inside. I'll grow hate on my skin. I'll built my own minefield, cover it in barbwire. Pretty on the inside, stable in landslide. My neurotic child. Some will pull the pin and some will tap the hole. I will open windows to meadows. Well, surrendering can be a thrill and the cockyness within. Believing in the words of the ugly. But, i feel i wanna run, away from your platoon. Thinking of these clouds, that stole my blue balloon, a warm night in June, they stole my balloon and the warmth of your cocoon. Floating through silence, i hear what the ocean has said: "Dive for clam shells and dance with the dolphins ahead. Corals blossom, you choose a thunder instead. Starfish marching, your shipwreck knows who i am". I broke up with myself, I broke into your thoughts, i broke my fingernails and my ego. Well, no wrinkles disappear and if aging means fear, i'm fearing of the joy of my birthdays. But, i made it to stand still, i dealed with the police, i clicked agree to your terms and conditions. I stepped into the swamp and asked the big fat frog, for the missing link to its crown and premonitions. But, this question feels unsafe. The water's acting cruel. A swear of trust to you, the deity of them all. That sneaks behind the walls, overhears my words, sharpening its swords. Flowers for every grave, and warm socks for the cold, little things to keep me from crying. But, the nurses have moved on, the choir chants alone, the doctor holds a picture of Mary. Well, now just grab your hands, i will enter you both; mommy said its fine to play, as long as i'm not alone. But only try this at home, make it on your own, until the spirit's grown. Floating through silence, i hear what the ocean has said: "Dive for clam shells and dance with the dolphins ahead. Corals blossom, you choose a thunder instead. Starfish marching, your shipwreck knows who i am".

about

“SUB_______” was recorded between Stockholm (SE), Gdansk (PL), Warsaw (PL) Longyearbyen (NO), Tinos and Athens (GR) from 2010 to 2013.


“There was a demolished cathedral organ in one of Warsaw's churches. Then, i had a little piano session at Chopin's; trying out this German piano brand. -
One night while you were sleeping, i found myself outside Gdansk’s cemetery, wandering around the damp streets holding a camera, singing along with the crickets & taking annoying pictures of myself. -
Then, Stockholm.
I have a harp. Every detail now counts. That night on the boat I dreamt that i got married to a willow tree. Next day I see this 30’s picture of a woman playing a piano blindfolded. Now I know exactly how I want my next album to sound like.
Back in Athens; I can’t connect the puzzle pieces. Even though I have a very clear idea of what the final puzzle may look like: Like the woman playing the piano blindfolded. She can’t see anything, but her hearing sense has reached the peak. She is able to listen even to the tiniest sound coming out of her piano. I don’t. Panic strikes. Again. And again.
I delete everything.

Mr. K never looked so serious before, until the time we picked up this old celesta from the flea market trash. We re-built it by adding 12 contact microphones on the interior and the woman’s hearing sense was here, in the room with us... waving proudly among the woofers and the speakers.
Then, somewhere, a breath away from the North Pole, a string quartet is practising for one of the songs.
06.30 am. I’m on the boat. I'm going to record the sea and I'm thinking of all the things we chose to be deaf to. Now, i have it all gathered in the form of embryonic songs for us to listen to”.


“Do you know about these tiny sounds that most of the times we don’t listen to? What if i emphasize on different sides of instruments and magnify those sounds? Like the taping of the martells of a celesta, the one that slips away from the dampers. Or a piano’s. Or maybe the plucking on the strings of a harp? All those things we don’t listen
to. And all the people & words we refuse to listen to.
Sound analysis; Subsonic, LoFi, ultrasounds. Frequencies from 0.001 Hz till 20Hz can’t be perceived by the human ear. Same can happen with certain words & piece of advice from people. As well as with the evening news.
Most of the times we don’t realize what we are being told. Because we don’t want to. Because we’re not ready for it. Or maybe because some people are not ‘designed’ to process certain words and information. Repeating of information can be a solution sometimes. Certain words, loops, elements and sounds on this record are repeated on purpose. Almost in an autistic way. This is the effort of the transmitter to reach the information to the receiver. This is the effort to create a human model capable of accepting, processing and analyzing words and information despite of emotional blocking, culture or beliefs. This is the effort to crack down the narrow-mindedness and open new windows.
This record is all about human perception. And since a lot of things pass right before our very eyes and ears, all those things end up remaining hidden. Underground. Beneath. Under piles of mumbling.

I figured out that the prefix “sub” can hold all these sorts of things. So, it’s up to the listener to name this record according to his personal way of perceiving those things that are unseen and unheard, by adding the appropriate word for him after this prefix.

credits

released October 1, 2014

All songs written & performed by Matteus.


Mixed and produced by myself in my apartment in Athens.

All vocals & instruments by Matteus: Celesta, pianos, harpsichord, classic & custom-made harp, keyboards, cathedral organ, theremin, glockenspiel, Hammond T-422, melodica hohner, bass, guitar, various percussion, beats & electronics.

Classic harp on 02, recorded at Stockholm’s Musikmuseet.
Strings on 03, by the °Fjugur Qt, Svalbard, Norway.
Piano on 04, recorded at Frédéric François Chopin’s Museum, Warsaw.
Roman Catholic Choir on 06, recorded while breaking into a wedding at Oliwa Cathedral, Gdańsk.
Beats on 08, by Pan-Pan (postnoise.com | panpanathens.bandcamp.com). Additional production by Matteus.

Almost half of this record was recorded using merely an iPhone.

In this record you can also hear: AM radio signals, me trying to be a tenor, excerpts from Frederick Delius’ Suite “North country sketches”, whales and dolphins, seagulls, a pair of keys, wood floors, a thunder and the sea.

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