Posts Tagged: Kwaidan

ACL 2018 ~ Music for Haunted Houses
In 2018, the world reached a tipping point in which scary music is no longer scarier than real life. The old monsters are disappointed; they just can’t compete with the news. This being said, it’s one of our favorite times

ACL 2018 ~ Music for Haunted Houses
In 2018, the world reached a tipping point in which scary music is no longer scarier than real life. The old monsters are disappointed; they just can’t compete with the news. This being said, it’s one of our favorite times

Mike Weis ~ Don’t Know, Just Walk
Don’t Know, Just Walk is the aural reflection of a spiritual struggle. The title refers to a Zen practice of clearing the mind, a technique Mike Weis applied to his recent struggle with prostate cancer. This is no simple practice, yet those who

Mike Weis ~ Don’t Know, Just Walk
Don’t Know, Just Walk is the aural reflection of a spiritual struggle. The title refers to a Zen practice of clearing the mind, a technique Mike Weis applied to his recent struggle with prostate cancer. This is no simple practice, yet those who

LCNL 041: Kwaidan Mix
LCNL 041: Kwaidan Mix (mixcloud) Our latest mix is an interesting tour through Blues, drone, avant-garde, and Korean music, representing the influences of the Chicago trio Kwaidan. The band is comprised of Neil Jendon on synths, Mike Weis (of Zelionople),

LCNL 041: Kwaidan Mix
LCNL 041: Kwaidan Mix (mixcloud) Our latest mix is an interesting tour through Blues, drone, avant-garde, and Korean music, representing the influences of the Chicago trio Kwaidan. The band is comprised of Neil Jendon on synths, Mike Weis (of Zelionople),

Kwaidan ~ Make All The Hell Of Dark Metal Bright
In a long forgotten ruin, clouds of black voodoo rise ever upwards, until strands of steam seep through to the surface. No one sees the sight, no one sees the red orb of light, because the land above is far

Kwaidan ~ Make All The Hell Of Dark Metal Bright
In a long forgotten ruin, clouds of black voodoo rise ever upwards, until strands of steam seep through to the surface. No one sees the sight, no one sees the red orb of light, because the land above is far