It's dark. There's little light coming from the window, with it a distant voice. A woman, you think, and she's speaking. Yes, it's a woman. You struggle to breath.
You take a few deep breaths. You're awake. It was just a dream. The woman is still speaking and you strain to understand. Is it some sort of latin langauge? What is she saying?
The music surrounds you. It becomes a gravity well and you're drawn into it, falling and swirling in the vortex. The woman is speaking, somewhat sad, somewhat disenchanted, but always to you.
The music intensifies, picking up pace and suddenly pauses. People are singing, delievering their tale and the punchline that continues to evade you. You think you feel it, you think you understand. Have you heard it in a dream, now mostly forgotten? It was just a dream, after all. The music stops but doesn't really end in your mind.
It's dark. There's little light coming from the window, with it a distant voice.
A Mountain of One (last.fm page, MySpace) are described in their Last.fm page as "coming from the world of underground techno" and create electronics infused post-rock and psychedlics. But they're not for the faint of heart.
A Mountain of One - Brown Piano (from Collected Works)