My favorite music comes from a project called Circle of Dust. The project's creator, Klay Scott, blends guitars and synths into a landscape of disturbing yet enjoyable music. He put together Circle's latest disk almost entirely by himself. He played all of the instruments (guitars, bass, drums, sythns), and he sang almost all of the vocals. He did all of the programming and samples, and of course he wrote all the songs. Klay produced his own disk and then drew up the artwork for its release. Klay Scott is a one man music generator, creating music out of any instrument he can lay his hands on. Probably one of the most accomplished "industrial" (god I hate that word) disks to come out of the underground is "Disengage". The sounds created by Klay are intelligent and fluid. They speak of internal pain and resolution using heavy guitars, tekno beats and harsh vocals. The disk also flows into a land of confusion (or understanding?) using acoustical guitars, eerie ambient sounds, and distant quotes and rants. The entire disk is held together with strong, thought provoking lyrics that accurately reflect our fall through the chasm. "Disengage" holds up to the term masterpiece.

"Chasm" - [mp3]

This might be my most beloved song of my entire collection of music. I even used the analogy of a "deadly chasm" as the basis for my web site (In case you haven't figured that one out yet).

When you expect the pain, nothing more to ascertain. When you respect the lie, deadly chasm opened wide." This section, to me, is a warning of the dangers of placing faith in something I can't verify as the truth. When I do that, I leave myself vulnerable to those who can take advantage of my ignorance and shape my way of thinking to parallel their own. Pain and suffering fill the gaps of my misguided faith as I realize my mistake. Lies and truth have the same meaning. Nothing is all there is to hope for. The pain is constant as the ground opens up beneath my cracked and bleeding feet, forming a deadly chasm that swallows me whole, leaving nothing but a hidden void I shall carry with me until my fall through the chasm comes to an end.

"Lost among the recesses of the undefined. Ethereal psychotic haze. Seemingly endless is the fall. No stable memories to recall. You came and took the rest of them all..." Trust has been used as a knife to carve out what little soul I had. I find myself wandering, knowing that I can never trust anything ever again. The chasm sits at the end of every foolish road of faith.