Uboa - Kill, Not Capture (WIP)

Hey, sorry for the gap. As y'all know my health has not been the best recently - I am officially diagnosed with POTS. Despite being mostly housebound while I rest and wait for medications/lifestyle adjustments to work, I've still been busy, so time for several WIPs!

Here is a WIP of what was originally a single song... but it feels like an EP of material there. It's similar to Please Don't Leave Me ... just much longer. I also believe the tuning - double drop C - is the lowest I have ever used. It sounds like a swarm of bio-mechs being hit by kinetic missiles from orbit. Or something.

I had this idea of making music that sounded like a modern FPS/military action game - albeit with an anti-imperialist message (well, unlike call of duty - the one sampled is quite different...). This was originally meant to be done for a Palestine fundraiser, sadly my health/burnout/fatigue got in the way, coupled with the fact I wasn't 100% happy with its direction compositionally, even if I am quite proud of the sound sound design. Only the first part of vocals are done - and I think my singing could be a little better.

Also, I have been reworking the composition as it feels too... rushed. Each idea here needs its own space to breathe/develop, which will likely make the "song" much longer - and it's already not short. I often feel my composition style for noise works needs room to breathe and develop. Tbh, it feels like several songs worth of ideas. I can feel this easily turning into an EP-length multi-part composition akin to Empathy Shield. If it is, y'all will get it here first now that I have much more time to record.

Going to update a lot more. I actually was working on quite a few things recently - mostly in bed - but nothing got finished enough to show you so WIPs will have to do. This is mostly due to chronic illness - I can make plenty of music in bed with limited gear, but a lot of the songs require guitar and other physical instruments, which can be physically taxing to do due to being upright. Furthermore, screaming takes a LOT out of me - sadly it can trigger POTS flares when done too long. Still, at least I can pace myself now.

Gentleman, welcome to dubai.


Lyrics so far (there will be more):

A tickle in the throat

A wormlike ammunition belt

As cute as a claymore mine

Like the segmentations of a spine

Just sand turned into glass

Trinitite lakes of green jade

What’s here is mine