
Richard Skelton's first solo album in two years is preoccupied with 'the great volume of nature', its delicacy and violence, light and dark, solace and psychological burden. The music hovers between the empyreal and the subterranean, and - framed by the accompanying book of texts, art and photography - offers what Skelton describes as a 'picture of a wood through which slanting light dimly traces other forms'. Nimrod presents the idea of music - not as the distillation of a specific place (as in works such as Landings and Ridgelines)
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The State of the Soul Upon Disunion
Our Light in Ashes
Ancient Arithmetic Of The Hand
The Organs Are Destitute Of Sense
Nitre of the Earth
Scaleby, ii
Petition For Reinterment
They Closed Their Eyes as Parts Which First Die
Glimpses Of The Empyreal Light
Lye not in fear
That the Spirit of One Body Passed Into Another
To Return Not Unto Ashes but Unto Dust Againe
And Time Hath No Wings Unto It
Ghosts Were but Images and Shadows of the Soul
Scaleby, i
The Soul Itself A Rhombus
To Your Fox-Skin Chorus
An Art to Make Dust of All Things
The Soul Subsisting
Two Opposed Leaves At The Root
In the Oblivion of Names
That Which Cannot Unwish Itself
The Glory of the World is Surely Over
To End Their Dayes in Fire
And In Their Groves Of The Sun This Was A Fit Number
From Animals Are Drawn Burning Lights
In an Hydropicall Body
Canis, Lynx, Ursus: Awake, Arise, Reclaim
Scaleby, iv
Necks was a Proper Figure
Scaleby, iii
Scaleby, x
Scaleby, vii
Scaleby, vi
If the Nearnesse of Our Last
Scaleby, v
Scaleby, viii
Scaleby, xi
Scaleby, ix
I have heard a music and it is delirious
The Tunnel
Scaleby X
Scaleby XI
a living alloy
If the Nearness of Our Last
with light from objects
an early station
flowers for the pyre
Scaleby, XII
Unto Whom We Owe the Very Name of Paradise
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