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Cantata | kən´tätə |
lat. mus. noun.
Sangui | săng´gwĭ |
lat. noun.
Cantata Sangui
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The most distinctive element in the aural landscape the group creates, her voice varies from beautifully serene to the hysterical
- and she naturally preferes the latter.
Sees music as a chaotic entity that can only be understood through scientific knowledge.
Strangely enough, also views science through a khaotic's kaleidoscope.
Still adamant that she doesn't exist.
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Another human voice of the band, he frequently lends his body for the Deep to bellow Sumerian through him, while keeping his lungs
poised in a pranic yama.
Works hard to bring the technological singularity upon the Earth, but hasn't quite reached the event horizon yet.
Maintains that he's an atheistic materialist, but fills his poor brain with disinformation and conspiracy theories - Eris save him!
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The king of phat funk and atmospheric arpeggios.
Masters all five strings of his bass, which makes him stand well above his peers.
Spends his few spare hours delving deep in auguries, arctic alchemy and adventures in the sub-lunar world.
Dangerously attracted to psychic gambling involving coloured spheres, baize and a cue.
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Settles on four strings, but augments his output with über-distortion and excessive overdrive.
Keeps an eye on the skies for a sign of trans-plutonian thought-currents speeding by.
Believes in controlled coincidence, and shrugs off creative impulses as mere glitches and random feedback noise in the
synchronistic matrix around us.
Some are driven - he's overdriven.
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Holds the keys to both heaven and hell in her hands.
Ties the band's sound together with a fine orchestratic touch, and also controls the computers and samples onstage.
Rumoured to be involved in the half-hidden world of sacred drawings and secret signs.
Has been seen talking to white noise on more than one occasion.
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A white figure in a group of black.
Topples at the brink of the precipice of reasonable drumming, but never misses a beat unless it be to keep the Seven waiting.
Which can come in handy, occasionally.
Reportedly even sleeps to a click track.
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