Lightwave
Mundus Subterraneus

A journey into the deepest recesses of the Earth. An hallucinatory mental/musical experience, like a plunge into millennia of history, poised between magic and occultism, restlessness and quest. The heart of the Earth. In the heart of the Earth.

Athanasius Kircher lived four centuries ago. He was a highly erudite Jesuit, knowledgeable in every field of science, from geology to alchemy, from chemistry to natural history; he was profoundly fascinated by Eastern culture. Kircher accidentally witnessed the simultaneous eruption of Etna and Stromboli, almost a sign of destiny. He wrote about these adventures, including the account of a descent into Vesuvius, in his Mundus Subterraneus, an imposing work in which he covers all knowledge regarding the Earth's underground.
But he did not stop there. The Jesuit continued with his fantastic speculations on the Earth's interior, on hidden lakes, rivers of lava, the inhabitants of the planet's bowels. A terribly fascinating read, where science meets myth, the fruit of a rampant mind. You can breathe a fantastic and mysterious air.
Millennia of enigmas have fascinated humanity, endless questions have tormented it. And they still do.
It is an excursion into one's unconscious, that of Lightwave, who try to shape into sounds the images of Kircher's Mundus Subterraneus; it is a journey between anxieties and fears, past and future, nightmare and enchantment; in search of one's ghosts and demons; sonic exploration of distant and arcane worlds, perhaps unreal, which do not emerge to the surface nor can they; detachment from oneself, then immersion and identification.
Halfway between ambient and kosmische musik, these sounds amaze, leading to an ethereal dimension of alienation where one can be with oneself, dig deep, meditate. Some define it as a naturalistic approach to electronics. But not comforting music, rather metaphysical vertigo, they are keen to clarify.
Intrusive synthesizers, sinister violins, noises, dissonances, whistles, whispers, intertwined and broken plots, sound circles, interruptions. The descent into Hades begins (De Motu Pendulorum), almost like a musical katabasis. Then the soul unfolds (Cabinet De Curiosites), plunging into the darkest abyss (Towards The Abyss) once more alienating from oneself. Until resurfacing into the light (Ascension). Descent, ascent. Darkness, light. Awaiting new adventures. In the future (Mapping The Earth).

A demanding listen, involving the mind. Refined, deep, emotional music.
To be listened to in silence. And alone.
‘’Mundus Subterraneus is definitely music from the dark and the deep side of the Earth’’