This first release from our new "signing" (what a quaint old fashioned term) Ortolan is set for release in November. A mixture of found voice recordings, vintage Roland drum machine, no-input mixing board, feedback; stylistically jumping from doom metal to gabba to dark ambient (or so i'm told) Ortolan creates a brutal listening experience designed for soundtracking dark winter nights of apathetic window gazing. Named after the bird/French dish:
For centuries, a rite of passage for French gourmets has been the eating of the Ortolan. These tiny birds—captured alive, force-fed, then drowned in Armagnac—were roasted whole and eaten that way, bones and all, while the diner draped his head with a linen napkin to preserve the precious aromas and, some believe, to hide from God.
– The Wine Spectator
...our man Ortolan aims to provide a similarly coppery aural experience.
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