I was very fond of Theory Anesthetic when she was recording back in the 00’s.  And, hey, this turned up on Bandcamp the other day and took me back a few years.  Excellent night music.

A long, undulating piece of ambient expanse from Mark Ward.  Like water pouring through metal coils.

The first track takes about three minutes to get going.  If you like drone and ambient, stick with it.  Long tones coloured by field recordings.  It’s a darkly beautiful reset note for my brain before bed.  G’night,

This is… um.  How to describe?  There’s definitely a strummed ukelele in this drone-heavy, swirling, dark lo-fi acid folk with a Sun Ra-y vibe (to me).  It’s weird, and fun, and good for working in the middle of the night.  G’night.

And that’s it from me this week.  Back Monday.  Things are a hair less crazier here, so the site should be more active from Monday morning, and there are some things planned for the near future of the place.

As ever, if you’ve got something you think I should be featuring here, warrenellis at gmail dot com gets me in the end.  I’ve been way out of touch with things over the last few months, and have a lot to catch up on.

Anji Cheung made RITUAL, one of my favourite records of last year.  She and collaborator Beard Closet are playing me out with a piece from their new record together, STONEMAKER.  Subterranean and supernatural, devotional and doomed.  Which is how we like it, here at Ellis Caves.  Click through to get the whole thing for free.  Have a good weekend.

I am a great admirer of Jon Mueller’s record THE WHOLE, so when I saw this link posted by Miasmah on Twitter, I was all over it.  An album that comes with a manifesto, in fact.  DEATH BLUES lives up to its name, and this will set you up good for some cursed, oppressive and cobalt-coloured dreams about running away from things you can’t escape.  Good times.  Click through to buy the download for five Yanqui dollars.

A new record for unsettled post-midnight listening by the excellent Talvihorros.  Click through for physical and digital pre-ordering after you’ve streamed it for free here.  G’night.

A new album by old mate of warren ellis dot com Kemper Norton?  I’ll have some of that.  And so will you.  Click through to buy for a very reasonable price, or stream the whole thing here.  G’night.

See you next week, folks.  I leave you with the new record by Dirty Knobs, optimised for your Halloween enjoyment.  Click through and buy the whole 90-minute ambient soundtrack of skulls being slowly and loving crushed in hell wonder for a single Yanqui dollar.

Whisky and the keyboard await.  Back Tuesday.

Because every now and then, in the middle of the night, what you want is some classic Berlin School style synth washes.  And Lunar Miasma does the best ones.  G’night.

Some proper nighted, chilly dreampop to shut down with.  G’night.

A very evocative collection of glitchy witch-ambient from Australia.  G’night.

Some Arctic ambient from Russia to close with, complete with sparkling ice winds and strange digging machinery excavating graves in the snowfields.  G’night, folks.

I do love Motion Sickness Of Time Travel.  Here, two excerpts from their new record, which (by the time you have read this) I have just bought on mp3 from Boomkat, who describe it in part as “a holographic collab between Tangerine Dream and Julianna Barwick in the year 2040.” Perfect.   G’night.

Cabbibo’s “Polar Excess,” off the ICEPUNK 2 compilation.  I’m at Kapow Comics Convention in London tomorrow, speaking onstage in the afternoon before running back home to work. Have a good weekend.

I do like a bit of cosmic, and Giant Claw’s brilliantly named CLASH OF MOONS fires a huge information-rich pink laser of it.  Or, perhaps, a radiophonic burst from beyond space.  Either way, it’s a perfectly nice way to close out the night.  G’night.

What is the sound of being locked in a box, being transported to a bleak riverside, being gently slid into the river, sinking to the bottom and then being slowly enfolded by cold black waters, closing your eyes, opening them again some endless time later, realising you are conscious but not breathing, finding yourself in a stark, denuded landscape, alone, blasted by ice-razor winds, crawling into a solitary dark stone hovel on the moorland for shelter, being grabbed from behind, thrown into a box, being locked in the box, being transported to a bleak riverside, being gently slid into the river, sinking to the bottom and then being slowly enfolded by cold black waters and then closing your eyes?

It is the sound of Disemballerina’s “Sundowning.”  Good night.

Some proper witched-out space music for the overnight.  I fully expect this to trigger dreams of ghost women on gently collapsing space stations, morphine moondust meditation and the soft but insistent refusal to open doors.  Sleep well, when you sleep.

G’night.

I leave you for the weekend with this: a short film written and directed by Javier Grillo-Marxuach (LOST, THE MIDDLEMAN) and featuring Amber Benson and Adam Busch (BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER). G’night.

See you on Monday.