Podcast 19: Morkebla
Morkebla derives his moniker from Norwegian for ‘‘dark blue’’, and like a gestalt of Nordic estuaries crisscrossed with vermillion sea creatures, invites us to peer into his imaginative biosphere, treating us with an organic mix of selections drawn from his mind’s reclusive outpost. Based in Italy, with an EP out on the Spanish label - ‘Fracaso’, and a forthcoming release on Milan’s ‘Haunter Records’, Morkebla gives credence to his name, gliding into view with his own tracks drawn from a reservoir of past influences, encompassing Krautrock, Ambient, and Noise.
A mariner voyages through crescent waves and dodges blows of vindictive winds, embittered by the encroachment of the lone sailor into aquatic backdrops not meant to meet the discernment of the human eye. Pushing the groaning scaffolding of his ship further through the reaches of this damned place, the resistance only gains fervour, until, with a snap, the ship breaks in two, siphoning his body into the lambent maelstrom of foaming waters, made luminescent by the harvest moon.
The soundtrack of his struggle to stay alive begins with Popol Vuh, a fitting starting point, as he vigorously stacks himself above the currents, contemplating past deeds and pondering on creation and destruction, much like the Guatemalan mythical narrative did. Through the thin walls of life and death, cries of high and low voices leak out, in the form of ‘Forest Sword’s’ – ‘Gathering’, while the tranquility of Hobo Cubes’ – ‘Water Body’ mirrors his letting go into the prescience of the tide. Inundated lungs expand as consciousness retracts, finding shelter in discorporate territories demarcated by the sounds of ‘OOBE’ and ‘Offthesky’, their astral notes offering some temporary repose. Tunneling out of murky planes, ‘These Hidden Hands’ pick him up with duplicitous chords of hope, and throw him into the strange void. John Carpenter’s ‘Orientation’, paired with Deep Space Network’s ‘Psyphonic’, perfectly conjures and conveys those emotions of bewilderment and vacuity, as the mariner aimlessly moves like solar driftwood. A ‘Veiled Hermit’ appears to be drifting alongside him, whispering scrambled riddles in tongues not meant to be heard by sane beings, as time flickers like a paradoxical zoetrope in a ‘Slow Motion Time-Lapse’. In the final moments that he can recollect, he recalls a great jolt and the regaining of consciousness, awoken by a travelling ship’s lifebuoy, ‘Plucked From The Ground, Towards The Sun’. From those winded hours spent battling for his life he vows to never set sail to those dark blue waters ever again.
Fill in the blanks….
If there was one change I could make in the world, it would be let it breathe by making more silence.
A track I almost always love to include in my sets is Salem - “Redlights” (even if I do not make many dj sets but I play live most of the time).
One of my favourite hobbies is going for a walk into the woods.
Popol Vuh - Aguirre III
Forest Swords - Gathering
Hobo Cubes - Water Body
Barn Owl - Against the Night
Offthesky - Meditae I
OOBE - SFTCR V
These Hidden Hands - Ivy
Deep Space Network - Psyphonic
John Carpenter - Orientation
Morkebla - The Veiled Hermit (Forthcoming on Haunter Records)
Wanda Group - O A (SRS 13)
XIII - Slow-Motion_Time-Lapse
Huerco S. - Plucked From The Ground, Towards The Sun