#sukekiyo

I’ve been hearing Hidauta all day.

This outfit is underappreciated.

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New blog post up at Harmonic Distortion! 

Kyo’s voice is unique, and not only from the perspective of a synesthete.  Where other rock singers might shriek or growl, Kyo is capable of producing sounds that are chillingly inhuman.  And even when he does sing, he has a voice like mist.  It’s ethereal and pervasive, colorless but distinct.  It smells like cold.  It makes me feel the way I do in the moments just before falling asleep with my cheek pressed against a car window at night, only vaguely aware of the damp cold burning against my skin or of the glitter of approaching headlights caught in the fringe of my eyelashes.  I don’t know how else to describe it.  And in the trance-like state induced by the performance, Kyo’s voice was like the fading stain of breath upon a dusty mirror inside that beautiful, terrifying house. 

You can read the rest of the article hereatHarmonic Distortion~

New blog post up!  Sukekiyo is one of my favorite bands, and no other group affects my synesthesia in the same way as they do.  I wrote a concert review about their June 13th live at the Tokyo International Forum to tell you about it ~

I’ve explained sukekiyo to friends in the past as the auditory equivalent of walking through an abandoned house in the middle of the woods during the height of Autumn.  It’s all there: the damp, sweet smell of decaying leaves; the cool, clear air; the mist rising off of a nearby lake and tangling with the half-naked trees.  It’s everything beautiful and distinct and melancholy about the season, coupled with the breathless trespass of wandering the faded halls of an abandoned house.

You can read the rest of the article here, at My Harmonic Distortion.