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Elizabeth Veldon is a (sometime Harsh) Noise Artist who is influenced by Abstract Art, Minimalism and the Avant Guards as much as by the pull of fucking loud noises. Her music is not meant to be taken too seriously but is sometimes deadly serious. Elizabeth has been making music in one form or another for over five years and has moved from early Tape Music and processed guitars towards using foun...read more

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metal plates 3 (metal on metal remix)
Pussy Cat Drone (After Polk Miller)
on passing a rowan (for nicky who may be a witche's familiar)
the process by which our ethnic identities become fixed
A Topography For Ania
An Agnostic Praise For Dappled Things (A Response To Stupidity And Hate)
With yellow breast and head of solid gold
1. the burial of the dead
breeding machines (kuul remix 2)
A Hand-Wound Victorian Christmas (After Michael Tanner)
call the robin red breast and the wren
When shall I see the white-thorn leaves agen
Red light fades to pink/ the consistency of chalk
the idiot foot soldier you laugh at today will be pissing on the floor of your parliament tomorrow
His head, a cap and frill
fuck you mister
Daphne Oram's satellite dream rendered as a lullaby.
In Travis' Garden (Ensnard with Flowrs Mix)
So Krishna, as when he admonished arjuna on the field of battle
He laboreth at every tree
3. the fire sermon
birdsong 4
diamond patterns were cut in the concrete
The Hazy Light Of A Spring Morning
2. a game of chess
part 1
part 2
because you love to be with me as i make music i make this song to help you sleep
The Classical Tradition is a Sea in Which We Drown
douglas byng suffers transmogrification into the form of a bird
birdsong 1
we must understand the interconnected nature of systems of oppression
Not fare well, but fare forward, voyagers
Incidental 2
distance
1
if i can shoot rabbits then i can shoot fascists 1 (long)
If Your Eye Offends You Cut It Out
multiband
soil
breeding machines (kull remix 2)
The holly and the ivy
air
water
birdsong 2
3.00 2
16-09
if i can shoot rabbits then i can shoot fascists 2 (long)
2
now men will go content with what we spoiled. or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled
At no point did I give my consent
Clean and Fresh and Then
Morning
The Early Christian Communities Refused the Phallic Symbol of the Crucifix
a short reading from regarding the pain of others by susan sontag
α (the soul in it's first state)
Lauren's Big Action Sequence
sky
birdsong 3
music for dead buildings 1
we feared the birds may have carried some contagion so we wiped them out species by species
if i can shoot rabbits then i can shoot fascists 2 (floppy mix)
death march and the entry of ghoast and reuenge (kyd, the spanish tragedie, final act)
A Love Song In Winter
5. what the thunder said
Afternoon
more glitch than most noise artist's glitch
6/09
4. death by water
be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good
i must pull myself together and go out and get some money or i shall have no lodgings (annie chapman)
a song for oona
Ahmad Zahir is Dead
3
How Can We Escape a Culture Which Enfolds Us
lost to the classical tradition as it is lost
tenebrae 2
My piece for this collection is called
no sister of the revolution was ever a lesbian
Quasar
no queers in russia
Part 3
tenebrae 1
β (the desire to no longer desire)
the joy of taarof was destroyed by the revolution
the process by which our ethnic identity becomes fixed
layering
random music (with mahler)
music for dead buildings 2
gurdjieff's short lived pop career
even in the slums the voice of victoria rings clear
dies natalis solis invicti
a section of sky
the frost is setting in
tenebrae 3
Falling Down (3)
second
first
third
syd loves us and we love sid (oh you dig it)
a cryptogram for alan turing
tenebrae 4
a sense of distance 1
piano 1
piano 3
a code for alan
ghosts
piano 2
spring equinox (improvisation 2)
on death 1
music if for women, it belongs to women
on death 3
A Transitional Piece (Part 1)
on death 2
a fragile bubble of warmth (lopi woodstove remix 1)
abstract 4 (subtract Leni Riefenstahl)
a rural schoolhouse
A Christmas Poem
don't cry (for l)
i remember collecting tinned food for the striking miners and that's always been my vision of what society is
Part 4 (Ghosts)
they have destroyed the archives, soon there will be nothing left
and will he not come again
the frozen north
several acts of violence wherein only some are obviously so
flow my tears (notes towards a new politics)
i wish i was in carrickfergus
they are coming (unused film music 4)
russia's full of queers
Guitar 1
midnight at the drowning pool
the dove descending breaks the air
Guitar 2
book learning is a threat to national security
suited and booted
falling on a bruise until it becomes an open wound
what would ingmar bergman say or victor sjöström even?
they have lulled us to sleep and in that sleep we dream of music
they must have felt a longing for a home they had never seen
nam sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et cum illi...
an emergent middle class never goes to the east end on their way to the operetta
atmosphere 18 (the cybermen 1)
much superior to that of most persons in her position in life (mary jane kelly)
A Very Jolly Woman, Often Singing (Catherine Eddows)
a very clean woman who always seemed to keep to herself (mary ann nichols)
satan's chill out zone
atmosphere 16 (outside the vortex)
she always returned without me going after her. i think she liked me better than any other man (elizabeth stride)
'i saw the moon with horns'
atmosphere 23 (the entrance of davros)
like a gent, a real gent
glengoyne surrenders to winter and all the valleys fill with snow
a path between baldernock kirk and the auld wife's lifts
Atmosphere 5 (Alien Space Ship)
an elegy on the death of the british heavy metal scene
there's a kiss in store or meby more for you my dear (1919)
you are my sunshine
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I remember horror movies (for walter rizzati and lucio fulci)
Information Trapped In The Depths Of The Planet Machines
and descend into the valley once filled by a lake
map 1
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when you wake, you shall have all the pretty little horses
frere jacques, frere jacques, dormez-vous? dormez-vous?
Four Readings from Hercule Poirot's Christmas for Richard - Milnegavie, Scotland, UK
ghost 1. calling spirits in a low voice
a sense of distance 2
a sense of distance 3
and if that mockingbird won't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.
an emotional distance 2
a sense of distance 4
b
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et de iugis (lentement)
a feather on the breath of god (air)
agnus dei (menuet)
4
jupiter's southern auraua
Stepping on broken swastikas
Elizabeth Veldon (UK) - we must understand the interconnected nature of systems of oppression
To Be Deceived Is A Woman's Crime
for the dead
they where pursued by fire (overture)
i gave myself to joy (parts 1 - 4)
stasis
expressing a journey
a welcome to the abbey
an emotional distance 1
A Winter Night Heavy with Frost (John Cage, The Perilous Night Part 1)
A Hole in the Wall
the burial of the dead
tenebrae 7
tenebrae 6
frost turns the grass white and in the night the foxes call
bennie's railplane hangs suspended over the moor as you look down on the heather
dark saviour's day
If We Shadows Have Offended, think but this and all is mended (Some Ghosts for Richard)
en meditativ fred för laetitia schteinberg
a live jam between nirvana and st paul (aka. all you need is a slap in the fucking face bitch)
You Will Find My Traces In The Fuente del Salín
there's a kiss in store or meby more for you my dear (1919)
something terrible has been born
I Had To Chop My Dick Off To Become A Musician
The Soundtrack For A Longer Cinema Dream Seqence In New York Ripper
an organ dedicated to purcell
contemplating invasion, the fate of europe, ashes
a man shot by the river, in sunlight, in light
what persists? what walls still stand?
the curtain rose, they spoke
a representation of t s elliot at st martins in the field
one
like when your parents show baby pictures of you to your partner
a canticle for frankie knuckles
el mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
ché la diritta via era smarrita
introduction. 'nothing new will be said here, nor have i any skill in composition. therefore i do not imagine that i can benefit others. i have done this to perfume my own mind'
a map of pain
tenebrae 5
A Ten Hour Movie Marathon
Gnossienne 1 for a noise orchestra of one (pianist alexandre tharaud)
After A Long Ferry Ride
you think this is ugly? it's nothing compared to the hate and violence of the anti-choice lobby
i lost my heart to a starship butcher
a game of chess
the fire sermon
tom weir can not see the carved faces on the auld wife's lifts
so men of fame
what the thunder said
queen victoria battles the infernal machines of IKB
her face was a blur of cloth
on death 4
Queen Victoria Sends Her Multi-Colored Visage Through The Land To Ease The Suffering Of The Industrial Poor
Her Name Is Scorpion
a soul cake, a soul cake, please good missus a soul cake
earth (here)
a place of safety
et in arcadia ego
fuck you. i'm pro-choice
there's a kiss in store or meby more for you my dear (1919)
the lower levels of angels, even, are bathed in grace (for lilly)
i'm a romany rai
how i learned to fight back
spancil hill
for the hardness of my middle life, for age’s fretful view (once in royal david's city)
the transport
saturday. loosing it's identity
from this vantage point i can see the whole phylogenetic tree
the broad black brimmer
Snow Comes Off The Hills
The Fells Are A Mass Of Snow Piled At The Edge Of The Village
issues from the hand of god, the simple soul
folk music as a parasitic infection
we walked towards the hills in the distance unsure of their height and expected to reach there by nightfall
Anthony Washburn Is My Hick
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