Eros Délétère

by BlindººCoyote

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This album contains the remixed and remastered original soundtrack to a choreography with the same name, by Compagnie Thor. Starting point for this score was the eternal link between sex and death, between Eros and Thanatos, set against the backdrop of contemporary socio-ultural issues.

"Eros Délétère" was a commissioned project, and both the Bolero by Maurice Ravel, as well as The 7 Stages of Agony ("choc, dénégation, colère, dépression, marchandages, acceptation, décathexis"), as described by Elizabeth Kübler-Ross, were the supposed key elements to be woven into the soundtrack, thus forming a thematic crescendo. This set off a pinball game of encountering musical references and developing a framework for feeding them into the different pieces for the 7 stages of the soundtrack.

There are ghosts of packed mid-eastern concert halls, of smokey nightclubs in the Mahgreb, where a belly dancer seduces her audience into a sensual light trance, there's a tango from the barrio, and painted soundscapes on dark canvasses, and a voyage to the inner depths of one's haunted soul, and there's longing for things that vaporize in our hands, for times that vanish, and desire, overwhelming desire.

The original CD came out in 1991(distributed by MSI France) but was removed from the market due to copyright issues with interpretations of the "Bolero", which now is public domain, but wasn't back then in certain countries. So the soundtrack as such left by the backdoor, straight into oblivion. A couple of promo copies survived and roamed the globe for years as rarities and eventually got to some interested ears. Therefor I am happy to be able to give this release a second opportunity, edited, remixed and remastered, for its digital release here on Bandcamp.

February 2013
Drem Bruinsma / BlindººCoyote


released February 23, 2013

Collaborating on this album: Nikolas Klau (programming & ass. mix), Drem Bruinsma (keys, samplers and programming), Quentin Smolderen (ney, darbuka, & lute), Ulf-Maria Kühne (vocals), Manuella Ammoun (voice), Paul Zahl (snare drum), Luc van Lieshout (trumpet), Steven Brown (alto sax) and Pierre Six (flute). Recorded and mixed at studio l'Echo Des Montagnes, Brussels, from November 1990 to April 1991 by Drem Bruinsma. Remixed and remastered by BlindººCoyote, 2011-2013 @ Chumberos, Spain.




BlindººCoyote Spain

BlindººCoyote is a Dutch-born tonemaster/producer previously located in the U.S. and in Brussels, but now working from his studio in southeastern Spain. He started out with analogue modular synthesizers and tape loops in the late 1970´s and has evolved along with the progressions of electronic music up until today, yet taking a rather personal approach.
Here is an overview of his digital releases.
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Track Name: Threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise
Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel'd by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say;
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobbad away.

Whether at Naishapur or Banylon,
Whether the Cup with sewwt or bitter run,
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop,
The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.

We are no other than a moving row
Of magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumin'd Lantern held
In Midnight by the Master of the Show

And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend-ourselves to make a Couch-for whom?

Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire
Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,
So late ermerg'd from, shall so soon expire.

Oh Threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain--This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!

Ah, take the Cash and let the Credit go,
Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!

(from Omar Khayyâm - "Rubayat").