COLUMN ONE 'W.TRANSMISSION 5' CD

Zoharum is excited to present for the first time on CD "WORLD TRANSMISSION" - a series of rare transmissions, reduced and performed by COLUMN ONE in chronological order to document some of its phases. This work is no recording. It exists as a stepping cone while it's essential creators were at work.

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Zoharum is excited to present for the first time on CD "WORLD TRANSMISSION" - a series of rare transmissions, reduced and performed by COLUMN ONE in chronological order to document some of its phases. This work is no recording. It exists as a stepping cone while it's essential creators were at work.
Each of the five chapters is released as a separate release on a CD folded in a 6-panel ecopack. 
Premiere October 21, 2022

W.T.5 was recorded the night of August 23rd-24th, 2001 and August 9th, 2010.Continuum is the final chapter in the WORLD TRANSMISSION series. The concept of these five albums, their visual and conceptual direction, was exclusively based on the artificial body that is “COLUMN ONE”. It was the perified root of this body that was buried in a pile of plastic, only to grow wondours blooklooms from time to time . In a time when museums still had doors and wordswere barked into megaphones on the quiet. The showcasehad been open long, the root penetrates other layer of Earth  and vestows peace upon collectrors of spores and seeds.
Continuum,. Upwards. Across narrow paths and overgrown rocks the calling and creaking loses itself in the treetops. It seems as if one climbs dowb into the coves of forest. The wooden cathedral. Each sound lies naked in the silence of the interior, whle the outside rushes from far above . Protected vt these walls, servants, masters, and rules move avout  their empires, sleepwalkinng, floating, Gnawing and devouring, themselves, dragging and circling, tearing and creaking, stomping and buzzing all in one tone. Weighing tons, their craft lies one forest floor, permates and moves it, rises with the fluttering stroke of a wing, and sinks back into the ocean now and then large animals drft through these sacred halls. Kings are they. Lost in reverie they rumble through the trone room. Barley audible, a billion legs tick, like clocks. Crack tiny splinters beneath their feet...

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