AGENTS OF DAWN
This particular series deals with alternate pasts, unforeseen futures, depravity of humanity,
mechanical objects, foreign landscapes, and the sequestration of progressive human intentions.
We live in a world bound by connectivity which is almost always fortified through invention and
technology. Evolution and our process of sensing our surroundings is merely incubated in all
catalysts of technical development. Although our mind-shape is expanding through vibrations of
cause and effect, science, as well as the cosmic, macro and micro we are experiencing our
surroundings numbified by our constant installment of so called technological advancements.
Through time and space we transcend in our intuitive and delicate nature via the hub of
conciousness that is today. Planets, virtual epochs, archaic meditations, and dubious psuedo-
mutations all align to create tones of irreal but nonetheless naturalistic strands of reality. Our
pragmatic interventions on unrefined countenance brings our blindsighted shortcomings straight
into parallel with the toxic and perforated multi-verse that is expanding all around us at every
moment. Here today, gone tomorrow, but imprinted on the veiny pulp of existence.
A product of retro-contemporary passage through the enigmatic, capacious, piousness of man...
This particular series deals with alternate pasts, unforeseen futures, depravity of humanity,
mechanical objects, foreign landscapes, and the sequestration of progressive human intentions.
We live in a world bound by connectivity which is almost always fortified through invention and
technology. Evolution and our process of sensing our surroundings is merely incubated in all
catalysts of technical development. Although our mind-shape is expanding through vibrations of
cause and effect, science, as well as the cosmic, macro and micro we are experiencing our
surroundings numbified by our constant installment of so called technological advancements.
Through time and space we transcend in our intuitive and delicate nature via the hub of
conciousness that is today. Planets, virtual epochs, archaic meditations, and dubious psuedo-
mutations all align to create tones of irreal but nonetheless naturalistic strands of reality. Our
pragmatic interventions on unrefined countenance brings our blindsighted shortcomings straight
into parallel with the toxic and perforated multi-verse that is expanding all around us at every
moment. Here today, gone tomorrow, but imprinted on the veiny pulp of existence.
A product of retro-contemporary passage through the enigmatic, capacious, piousness of man...
AUTONOMOUS ORDINANCE ©2008BeeryMethod
Octopoid locust sapping life of a quasi-autonomous golem. The android of industrial youth now
a cold, rusting fixture of placid galactic ambiance. We came to seek. They came to assist. The
long hard journey is behind us. The past is repeated. Rescuing our master was no easy task.
Beyond all hope is adrift. The orb like chitonous shell contains the fragments of a fossil that can
only have come from the ethereal borders of time. All is dry and grows dark in a sea of
cantankarous bile. The ship has landed and no one is on it. The odyssey ends.
Octopoid locust sapping life of a quasi-autonomous golem. The android of industrial youth now
a cold, rusting fixture of placid galactic ambiance. We came to seek. They came to assist. The
long hard journey is behind us. The past is repeated. Rescuing our master was no easy task.
Beyond all hope is adrift. The orb like chitonous shell contains the fragments of a fossil that can
only have come from the ethereal borders of time. All is dry and grows dark in a sea of
cantankarous bile. The ship has landed and no one is on it. The odyssey ends.
MAELSTROM HARTS ©2008eeryMethod
There is an end to every beginning. Domiciles of lost tribes protrude through the terrain like
insentient megaliths constructed by a wavering society of unholy and illegitimate union. The sky
turns tepid and cracks to reveal the displacement of our sins. Ageless is the world we live in.
Passive is the response of immortality. Time to let the stained hovels of our currency become
one with post-apocalyptic aeons and return to the sand and dust from which our mineralized
bodies came. Fashion the tourniquet of falsehood and let our prophets vapor.
There is an end to every beginning. Domiciles of lost tribes protrude through the terrain like
insentient megaliths constructed by a wavering society of unholy and illegitimate union. The sky
turns tepid and cracks to reveal the displacement of our sins. Ageless is the world we live in.
Passive is the response of immortality. Time to let the stained hovels of our currency become
one with post-apocalyptic aeons and return to the sand and dust from which our mineralized
bodies came. Fashion the tourniquet of falsehood and let our prophets vapor.
MECHANICAL JELLY ©2008eeryMethod
Gelatinous, primordial beings alien to humankind. With the destruction of terrestrial and aquatic species, the future holds a technological grip on all life's familiarities. Reconstructed as the synthetic, mechanical entity only the stinging tentacles now fiber-optic prods truly resemble a form of essence natural embodied. Still alien, only molded through the hands of human engineers.
Gelatinous, primordial beings alien to humankind. With the destruction of terrestrial and aquatic species, the future holds a technological grip on all life's familiarities. Reconstructed as the synthetic, mechanical entity only the stinging tentacles now fiber-optic prods truly resemble a form of essence natural embodied. Still alien, only molded through the hands of human engineers.
Music: Beery Bros
Song: Spacial Departure ©2008BeeryBros
Performed by synth duo Nick Beery & Brett Beery
Mixed by Brett Beery
Song: Spacial Departure ©2008BeeryBros
Performed by synth duo Nick Beery & Brett Beery
Mixed by Brett Beery
