Perched upon the Raven’s Tor, the kite as sentinel awaits.
A gaze redolent of a stare, the depths are heights to some.
Welkin weaving currents which embody many torrents to come.
Echoes of herds long gone rebound across the crag’s straits.
Shriller tones, warbling calls, a whisper in the sky
Of death, spells, recurrence, of names and of sense.
Pitch black strewn across the sky, fleeting swift yet dense,
And still upon Raven’s Tor, a kite waits, posed to fly.
A Hundred Black Kites was born from the frustrating rules around what you should do, what you should write and what you should play. They begun to experiment with volume and minimalism. With only the sound they wanted to convey a sense of isolation and deterioration.
The ideal was to create a beautifully expansive yet crushingly heavy wall of sound embraced by progressive and minimalistic styles of sound. Providing for a visceral and hypnotic performance, A Hundred Black kites collectively ebb & flows through uncertain emotions embraced from a deeply personal human experience. The sounds represented on the outfits body of work create a vague, haunting and uplifting experience that is founded through the vast textures created. Through embrace of the human collapse comes up most integrity, In times built on much uncertainty…..
The arrow of time is the "one-way direction" or "asymmetry" of time.
These songs are an expression of time. Each entry represents a snapshot into a moment, a reflection of ourselves as human beings. A Hundred Black Kites will be forever and always be about freedom of expression and pushing on barriers. Let it build bridges into your life.