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DJ Hidden - The Words Below FLAC Performer: DJ Hidden
Album: The Words Below
Country: Germany
Released: 07 Oct 2009
Style: Drum n Bass, Dark Ambient
Label: Ad Noiseam
Genre: Electronic
Catalog #: ADN118
Size FLAC: 1584 mb.
Size MP3: 2042 mb.
Rating: 4.9/5
Votes: 329
Record Source: CD, Album




Tracklist


1The Words Below5:56
2Poisoned Chocolate3:04
3The Dreamer6:52
4It Feels Wrong4:58
5(no audio)0:12
6The Traveller6:02
7Cover Up3:33
8Prologue2:58
9Untitled3:33
10Broken Seconds7:04
11Drawn In5:39
12The Narrators6:41
13The Devil's Instant5:53
14A Different Yesterday5:38
15No Notice4:40


Credits


  • Music By, Artwork [Art]DJ Hidden


Notes


Made in the E.U.
(C) 2009 Ad Noiseam / DJ Hidden

Written in a loop on cd ring: "IT ALL ADDS UP AND SUBTRACTS IT ALL"...

Note: "For those who care" and in reverse "For those who cared"

The cover has 13 tracks listed. After these are 19 tracks, each 12 seconds of silence. Then comes one final, melodic track. The titles of these tracks, taken from Gracenote when the CD is inserted in a computer, are as follows:

14. Untitled
15. Apopheniastically
16. Untitled
17. Letters And Numbers
18. I Might Have Seen The Fnords
19. The Enemy Knows The System
20. The Turing Device
21. Leon B
22. Eliptic Curves
23. Untitled
24. Scytale
25. Equidistant Sequence
26. Colossus
27. Recognizing Reconstructing
28. Enigma Machines
29. Tabula Recta
30. Untitled
31. A Direction Is An Answer
32. Untitled
33. Epilogue

In the lower right corner of the inside of the cover, opposite of the actual track list, there is an alternative track list, which is made up of (near-)anagrams of the actual track titles and is written in mirror writing:

1. Our Epilog
2. Tell Her Travel
3. Inward On
4. Coastline Hodoscope
5. Deserted Affray Entity
6. My Dear Three
7. Or Another Star
8. I Get Sunflower
9. Once Not It
10. Curvehop
11. Beckoned Sensor
12. Otherworld Webs
13. The Silent Deviants

Digipak


Barcodes


  • Barcode: 708527711828
  • Matrix / Runout: HOA248243 - www.hofa.de
  • Mould SID Code: IFPI 06C0


Companies


  • Published By – Copyright Control
  • Copyright (c) – Ad Noiseam
  • Copyright (c) – DJ Hidden
  • Pressed By – www.hofa.de – HOA248243


Video


Noël Wessels wants you to think everything's going to be okay -- that the storm has passed, the survivors are carefree and strong, and that, should trouble rear its ugly head again, there's a good chance of escape. Turns out, the kind locals are killers. And, surprise surprise, the lovable protagonist is secretly mad, and growing madder. What could have been so perfect, so hopeful or so noble is now utterly screwed up, and we never saw it coming. This is how DJ Hidden wanted it. It doesn't feel like two years have passed since the Dutch d'n'b producer's directorial debut The Later After (Ad Noiseam, 2007), because 2009's sequel, The Words Below, appears to have picked up the narrative exactly where the former left off. The world is still vastly in disrepair, but the dust has settled some, and from it emerges a new, more powerful threat. A hunter-turned-scavenger, Wessels picks through the rubble of his own devastation with an even craftier, time-tested set of breakbeats, basslines and breakdowns. His drum'n'bass DNA has mutated to the point where it can not only withstand the new wilderness, but match its hostility blow for blow. It's a minute-thirty into "Broken Seconds", and I'm being chased down. I didn't get a good look at it, but it's big and it's fast. I'd take refuge in an abandoned building if it weren't for the fact that the buildings here aren't completely abandoned. It wasn't enough that I was on my guard. Planned a strategy. It got the better of me anyway, and now I've dug myself a dank little trench here in the dark. I'm as still as the grave, but I'm sure my scent will give me away. Dear God, I can feel its breath on the back of my neck. This is it. Like its predecessor, it's impossible not to weave some story around each track on The Words Below. From its epic opener to introspective, quasi-dubstep moments like "It Feels Wrong," to the packaging of the album itself, care has been taken to inflame your senses, string you along, and make you get your hopes up before vivisecting you while you watch. Even those who enter cautiously are sure to be toyed with. Repeated listens may well land you dribbling in a padded cell, nightmare and reality fused, begging for mercy. DJ Hidden offers only one kind, and it's permanent.