Discography


ATRIUM CARCERI – CELLBLOCK ( 2003 )

“With Atrium Carceri, composer Simon Heath releases his debut Cold Meat album with a theme from deep within isolated prison walls, haunted chambers and the cerebral cortex.”

After having worked on his debut album for 2 years, a collection of ideas much older, Simon releases Atrium Carceri – Cellblock on CMI. Unsure on how the reception will be with such a sound effect and atmospheric focused album with short concise tracks and storyteller focus compared to the genre standard of long monotonous track, he is caught off guard by the overwhelming critical acclaim. He immediately goes back to the drawing board to see how he can refine his sound.


ATRIUM CARCERI – SEISHINBYOUIN (2004)

“Seishinbyouin is the second album from Atrium Carceri, and drags the listener on a violent journey through haunted mental asylums, ripe with the cries of the lost and the damned.”

I WRITE THESE LINES OF TRUTH FROM WITHIN FORTIFIED WALLS OF DARK STONE AND RUSTED IRON. I AM HERE BECAUSE OF WHAT I AM. AN ANIMAL WITH FREE WILL. THE WORLD IS DYING. THE PEOPLE ARE SLOWLY FADING AWAY. CORRUPTION AWAITS IN EVERY CORNER OF OUR CIVILIZATION. WE KILL ANYTHING WE WANT AS LONG AS IT IS PROFITABLE. SPOILED LEADERS OF OUR CIVILIZATION KILL THOUSANDS FOR LAND AND PROFIT, THEY WALK FREE. I KILL FOR PLEASURE AND AM CHAINED. THE COLD STEEL ON MY WRISTS A CONSTANT REMINDER OF MY LESSON TO LEARN. I LOOK UPON THE CRUMBLING BLACK IRON GATE THAT KEEPS ME FROM OUR SO CALLED CIVILIZATION. MY FEET AND HANDS CHAINED TO THE NEARBY DANK STONE WALL AND I REMEMBER THAT THEY ARE AFRAID OF ME. BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN THROUGH THEIR PETTY LIES. THEY KNOW THAT I KNOW. THAT IS WHY THEY PUT ME HERE. THE MASSES TEAR THE FLESH FROM CHARRED BONES. SAFE AND SOUND IN THEIR HOMES PROTECTED BY LOCKS TO KEEP PEOPLE LIKE ME OUT. THEY SEE NOTHING WRONG IN SUCKING THE BLOOD FROM THE MYRIAD LIFE FORMS THAT PRESERVE AND LIVE WITH THE ANCIENT LANDS AND BY THE ANCIENT LAWS. YET THEY COULD NEVER EVEN THINK THE THOUGHT OF EATING FLESH FROM THE PARASITIC RACE OF HUMANS… OR COULD I THEY? ENCHANTED BY DEATH THEY READ AND WATCH PEOPLE KILLING PEOPLE. AT NIGHT THEY DREAM OF IT. THEY DARE NOT THINK THE THOUGHTS OF CANNIBALISM. YET THEIR TONGUE WANTS TO EXPERIENCE THE PULPY SENSATION OF FLESH… AND THEN THEY KISS. UNAWARE OF WHY THEY WANT TO FEEL HUMAN MEAT IN THEIR MOUTH.

LOCKED AND CHAINED I SIT IN THIS CHILLING DARKNESS, LISTENING TO THE SOUNDS OF APPROACHING AND FADING FOOTSTEPS. SOMETIMES I HEAR THE LIMPING FOOTSTEPS OF THE WARDEN AND I SMILE SMUGLY. THE WARDEN BEATS MY FACE TO A BLOODY PULP AND I LAUGH AT HIM. THE MORE HE BEATS ME, THE MORE BLOOD I SPIT BACK INTO HIS PUDGY FACE. OUR WARDEN HAS UNDERSTOOD THE JOYS OF THE FLESH, BUT HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND THE FULL CONTEXT OF IT. HE BEATS ME TIL MY BLOOD COVERS MY FACE AND HE LICKS HIS LIPS OUT OF FATIGUE, HE THINKS. HE DOES NOT BITE, HE DOES NOT EAT, SCARRED BY OUR “NOBLE” INDOCTRINATION. EVERY TIME I SEE HIM, I PITY HIM. HE FEARS A CHAINED ANIMAL AND HIS MIND TELLS HIM HE CANNOT KILL IT HE CANNOT EAT IT. HE CAN ONLY PLAY WITH IT FOR A LITTLE WHILE UNTIL THE OTHER DIM-WITTED GUARDS THINK HE IS IN CONTROL. BUT WHO IS HE FOOLING, THE WARDEN KNOWS THE HE CANNOT EVERY HOPE TO BREAK ME. SO MANY TIMES I LONGED FOR HIM TO BEAT ME, JUST TO WATCH THE EXPRESSION ON HIS TINY SEALED MIND. THIS NIGHT I MAKE MY JOURNEY THROUGH THESE ENDLESS PASSAGES, AN ANIMEL FREE OF ITS CHAINS, FOCUSED ON ONLY ONE THING. THE FERAL HUNT.

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – KAPNOBATAI (2005)

“Beyond the malignant jail cells and narrow asylum walls, our hidden tormentors laugh at us from a world of smoke and mirrors. Kapnobatai, the third installment from Atrium Carceri, ventures further still into the wretched world beyond the place we so resignedly inhabit, and into the sublimely unkown.”

Atrium Carceri – Kapnobatai is released on CMI. It took far longer to produce this album than intended since he simultaneously built an entire new studio and had to re-learn production techniques in a new DAW (Cubase). This is the album that solidifies the Atrium Carceri mythos, with strong ties to Seishinbyoin.

SHADOWS FROM THE FALLEN EYE ABOVE SHROUD THE TERRACE AS THE CHISELED STONE FACES STARE THROUGH MY TORN NAKED BODY CRUCIFIED TO THE BLACK CITADEL GATE OF THE CORRUPTOR. PUTRID OIL AND CLOTTED BLOOD SMEAR THE CRUSTED WHITE STAIRCASE DWINDLING UPWARD TOWARDS THE TROPHY, THE ENLIGHTENED, MY ROTTING CASKET OF FLASH. I AM THAT FLESH, ENCASED WITHIN IT AND SUFFOCATED BY IT. EVERY BREATH I DRAW A POIGNANT REMINDER OF THAT WHICH ONCE WAS. THE SKY IS BLACK WITH SOOT, AND EMPTY AS THE VOID. I AM IN TORMENT HERE. YET I FEEL OUR GREATNESS OF OLD AND SMILE. IF I COULD BUT BREAK THESE BONDS THAT PLAGUE ME SO, I WOULD BE ABOVE THEM ALL, I WOULD TRULY RETURN HOME. TO ONCE AGAIN RULE THOSE MANIFOLD SPIRES. THOSE UNENDING GARGANTUAN HALLS, BLACKENED BY THE RAVAGES OF TIME.OUR ABSENCE HAS BEEN LONG, AND OUR GROUNDS HAVE FALLEN INTO DISREPAIR. THE BRED FOR SERVITUDE NOW RUN RAMPANT. THEIR BLOATED FACES AND SHRIVELED HANDS VIBRATING WITH PRIMAL GLEE.

DANCING, ADRIFT WITH THE ANGELIC IN THE RUINS OF OUR DEFILED HOMELANDS, I REALIZE THE PURITY OF OUR MIGHT. THE ANGELS SNICKER AND CHEER. BUT IN THEIR MILKY WHITE EYES I SEE THEIR FEAR. LOOKING AT ME, ONE OF THE ANCIENT DIVINE. ONCE THEIR ENSLAVER AND MASTER, AS WE ALL WERE IN TIMES FORGOTTEN. YET FROM THESE PETTY MANSERVANTS I TASTE NO EMOTION OF REVENGE, AND THEY SMILE AT ME, BRIGHT WHITE SMILES THAT REFLECT MY BLOODSHOT AND DECAYING EYES. AND I BECOME ENLIGHTENED, THE CLEANSING OF OUR TAINTED SOULS, THE DECAYING OF OUR MORTAL FLASH… AFTER ALL WE HAVE DONE TO THEM, THEY KNOW OF OUR ETERNAL DAMNATION AND PUNISHMENT. THEY SEE US CAGED IN OUR FLESH MORE TIGHTLY NOW THAN WE EVER CAGED THEM. AND THE ONCE CHEERFUL DANCE TURNS INTO IRONIC LAUGHTER AND MOCKING SMILES. THE DANCE COME TO A HALT AND MY SAGGING FLESH HANGS LIMP AND MOTIONLESS. IN A FRACTION OF A NANOSECOND, OR THE MOMENT OF AN ETERNITY THE HUNDREDS OF ANGELS AROUND ME LOOK STRAIGHT AT ME IN SUBLIME SILENCE AND SUDDENLY THEY ARE GONE, WITH ONLY A SNOW WHITE ANGELS FEATHER LEFT ON THE CRACKED BLACK MARBLE GROUND TO TELL THE TALE. OUR TALE.


ATRIUM CARCERI – PTAHIL (2007)

“The fourth album from composer Simon Heath (Sweden) ventures beyond the vestiges of your mortality, granting a fleeting glance at the world beyond the veil. As ever, Simon has reinvented the genre as well as himself with a unique ambience created from his ever-increasingly complex and obscure techniques of mental dissolution and musical innovation.”

Atrium Carceri – Ptahil is released on CMI. While Cellblock, Seishinbyouin and Kapnobatai revolves around the same narrative. The Ptahil album starts a completely new narrative that on future albums is slowly woven into the timeline.  The mythos throughout the albums becomes clearer and quite a few puzzles falls into place with a change of perception. Atrium Carceri spends much of the rest of this year writing a journal about the ancient city which has up to this point been recurring black beacon throughout all albums.

HOW AM I TO UNLOCK IT? CONTEMPLATING IF THE OLD NEWS-PAPER CLIPPING COULD BE ERRONOUS. A PANG OF ANGST AT HAVING CHASED A GHOST TOO LONG CLOUDS MY MEMORY OF THE AUCTION IN MADAGASCAR. THE LAST PAINTING STILL WRAPPED IN CINNAMON- SCENTED PAPER. I HASTILY UNWRAP IT. THE PLACEMENT IS EVERYTHING! CAREFULLY HAVING ALIGNED THEM I VOICE THE WORDS OF OLD. NOTHING HAPPENS, UNTIL I REALIZE WHAT I AM BEHOLDING. THE PLACE OF MY DREAMS. THE GARGANTUAN CITADEL SPIRES, ONE OF GLASS,ONE OF OBSIDIAN. THE MIST BEFOR THEM IS SEEPING AND SEETHING. I CLOSE MY EYES AND TOUCH THE CANVAS, WHEN I OPEN THEM AGAIN, I AM NO LONGER IN MY BUMMED-OUT NEW YORK APARTMENT. I AM THERE. THE SEA OF CONCRETE AND STEEL CONSTRUCTS REACHING OUT TO THE HORIZON FOR AN ETERNITY. IS THIS MY HOME?

MY WORLD STAINED CRIMSON WITH THE OIL THAT SUSTAINS YOUR WITHERING BLOATED BODIES. THE NILE OF A THOUSAND SOULS IN HIBERNATION CARVES THROUGH MY MEMORY, SHARP AS THE MONOLITHIC GLASS CITADEL ITSELF. THE LOW CHANTING OF MACHINES REINCARNATING DROWNS THE ASTRAL CLOUDS SURROUNDING THE HEINOUS OBSIDIAN SPIRES, MY SENSES COLLIDING IN BITTERSWEET DISSONANCE. ALL I HEAR IS BLACK PUSTULENT FACES CLAWING THEIR TEETH THROUGH THEIR SWOLLEN LIPS. ALL I SEE IS LOW-PITCHED RUMBLING FROM BELOW THE STARLESS CITADEL. THE WARMTH OF THE MOSIST BRIDGE BETWEEN GLASS AND OBSIDIAN CARESSES MY NAKED FEED AS I STUMBLE FORWARD WITH RUSTING SYNAPSES SCREAMING AT ME IN JOY AND HATRED. INTELLECT DISSOLVING INTO THE SOOTHING VINEGAR BREATH OF THE BLACK MOTHER. THE MEAT BEHIND MY CRANIUM CAVES AS I UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE IS MOANING: WELCOME HOME!

ATRIUM CARCERI – SOUYUAN (2008)

“3 years in the making, Atrium Carceri is back with another visceral masterpiece entitled Souyuan. After careful psychological observeration of test listeners, Simon Heath has done it again – renewing the genre through careful planning and painstaking attention to each fragment and detail, however minute. With fresh atmospheres, and a depth previously unfathomable, Souyuan will amaze initiates and pundits alike with its complexity and pureness of form. Never before has the artists innermost recesses been so sublimely conveyed to any medium.”

Atrium Carceri – Souyuan is released on CMI. The album picks up again after Kapnobatai with the same narrative, the downward spiral of the protagonists psyche brings him closer to his ancient home, the never ending metropolis.

I CONTINUE EVER INWARD THROUGH THE HOME OF THE 12 ANGELS, THE HOME OF NO GATES. EACH VOICE IN MY HEAD A DIFFERENT SOUL – GROUND, CUT AND RE-INJECTED INTO MY QUIVERING FLESH, 6000 STEPS BELOW. DISILLUSIONED YET SOMEHOW MORE IN TOUCH THAN EVER BEFORE WITH MY OWN DIVINITY. IN THE BUNKERS OF LONG FORGOTTEN WARS, VICTIMS OF DROUGHT, DISEASE AND WAR LINING THE CORNERS LIKE JEWELS – ONE OF THE FEW PERMANENT LINKS TO OUR FORMER HOME, RESPLENDENT YET DECAYING, AS ARE WE ALL. I MAKE MY WAY DEEPER THROUGH THE MANIFOLD CAVERNOUS TUNNELS THAT CONNECT OUR WORLDS, THE CORPSES OF INTREPID SEEKERS CRUMBLING UNDERFOOT. TIME LOSES MEANING HERE. MY THOUGHTS SPIRAL IN SEEMINGLY ENDLESS LOOPS UNTIL I REACH THE INNERMOST SANCTUM OF ALL MY PREVIOUS RENEWAL. MY MEMORY FLASHES AS I BEHOLD THE REPROGRAMMING HALLS, KNOWING THAT I WAS ONCE SPREAD OUT ON THESE COLD RECONSTRUCTIVE TABLETS, A MOTE OF DUST IN THE CHURNINGS OF THE BLACKEST WHEEL. MY ILLUSION IS DISSOLVING, REBORN THROUGH THE ENLIGHTENMENT OF A FREE MIND… TOO FREE, PERHAPS, FOR ITS OWN GOOD.

THE RIFT OF THE OLD WORLD LIES BARE AND BARREN, MY MINDS EYE KEEPS THE PERVASIVE AND INVASIVE THOUGHTS OF FRAGMENTED SOULS AT BAY. INSIDE THE MONOLITH I AM SAFE – MY FLESH TELLS ME SO, ALTHOUGH MY CONSCIOUSNESS REVERTS EVERYTHING PREVIOUS, TO KEEP ME SAFE. IN ITS CRUDEST FORM IT IS NOTHING MORE THAN A GARGANTUAN NEEDLE OF PUREST BLACK, THAT SEEMS TO PIERCE THE VERY HEAVENS ABOVE – SPLITTING THEM ASUNDER WITH AN ANGUISHED CRY OF RAGE. AND YET IT IS SO MUCH MORE, SO MUCH THAT OUR ORGANIC EYES CANNOT HOPE TO SEE, MUCH LESS TO COMPREHEND IT.

ATRIUM CARCERI – PHRENITIS (2009)

“‘Phrenitis’ takes the listener to a twisted place where the walls between worlds are razed. The ruinous cities of wars long past, where time itself is but a prisoner and the warlords roaming their purgatorial halls are free to destroy the very foundations of the natural order.”

Atrium Carceri – Phrenitis. A new narrative takes form. Phrenitis is an album about the illusion breaking apart in places of war and human suffering and those that seek these places out to break into the other side. The first album to go into depth about exploring the ancient homes of our long lost past and map it’s points of interest. Towards the end of the album, the protagonists ego finally dissolves and fuses into the protagonist of Cellblock, Seishinbyoin, Kapnobatai, Souyuan and merges  it’s timeline with the track Reunion.

MUST NOT A GOD, IN TOUCH WITH POWER, TIRE AT LAST? THE GOD ITSELF IS TRAPPED IN THE PERPETUAL CYCLE OF REBIRTH – ENERGY COALESCING AND EVER SEEKING HIGHER FORM, AS SUNLIGHT SEEKS THE SUN. BUT HOW CAN THE PERPETUATION BE UNDONE? THAT WHICH CREATES ITSELF MERELY A SERVANT OF COMPLEXITY – THE INTRICATE LATTICEWORKS OF LIFE MERELY A FORESHADOWING OF DEATH, PEACE, STABILITY, ORDER. ONLY THROUGH THE CREATION CAN IT UNDO ITSELF, AND WE ARE ITS PRIME PROGENY. THROUGH US IT SEEKS TO KNOW MORE. IT MUSES… CAN IT BE UNDONE? YOU SEE, I THINK, THAT WE REALLY ARE CREATED IN ITS IMAGE… BROKEN TOYS MADE BY A BROKEN TOYMAKER. THROUGH US IT SEEKS ITS OWN UNDOING, AND THUS ITS OWN EVOLUTION. WE ARE ALL UNWITTING SOLDIERS IN OUR SHATTERED MAKERS STRUGGLE TO TRANSCEND DIVINITY. IN OURSELVES AND EACH OTHER IS REFLECTED THE DESPERATION THAT FILLS IT. THE CONSTANT WISH FOR DEEPER MEANING. FOR ORDER.

DEAD TIRED WITH GLOVES MADE OF MUD I COWER IN THE SULPHUROUS SMATTERING RAIN. THE STENCH OF SPILLED BLOOD FILLS MY NOSTRILS, TOGETHER WITH A SICKLY SWEET ODOR THAT DEFIES DESCRIPTION. I GLANCE UP FROM THE TRENCHES TOWARDS THE RUINED CITY AND THE OPPOSING SOLDIERS, CAUGHT UP IN THEIR INSANITIES. WAR IS PAINTED ON THEIR FACES, GRINNING, BLOODY, OBSCENE – THEIR PUPILS DILATED, BLACK AND VIBRATING. THE AIR ITSELF FEELS CHARGED WITH SOMETHING, THE ESSENCE OF WHICH CANNOT BE COMPREHENDED, MUCH LESS EXPLAINED. IN THEIR MIDST HE STANDS – THE WARLORD, THE GENERAL. CALM AND IN CONTROL, YET HIS FACE TWISTED… SHIFTING FROM HUMAN TO UTTERLY OBESE, WITH MILKY SKIN AND VEINS THAT MOVE FRANTICALLY AS SEA SNAKES. HIS BULBOUS BLACK TONGUE MOVES FROM LEFT TO RIGHT IN HIS DROOLING MAW LIKE A LIZARDS TAIL WHILE HE WATCHES OVER THE SLAVES THAT DO HIS BIDDING. ENGORGED, HE SHUDDERS WITH BARELY CONTAINED FIENDISH GLEE. ULULATIONS OF RAPE, MUTILATION, AND THE PROMISE OF TORTURE SOUND FOR A FLEETING INSTANCE LIKE MUSIC IN MY EARS. BURNING FIRE SEEMS TO FILL THE AIR, CASCADING MADLY THROUGH THE ANCIENT CHARRED BUILDINGS. EVERY TIME I BLINK I SEE IT – THE PASSAGEWAYS ACROSS THE SKY, THE MYRIAD IRON STAIR, NOW STAINED DARK WITH BLOOD AND LITTERED WITH SACKS OF FLESH. ON THE HORIZON THE CITY STRETCHES FOR AN ETERNITY. INSURMOUNTABLE. WHERE AM I… WHO AM I?

THEY TELL ME THE ORDER OF OLD IS BIRTHED FROM CHAOS ~ THE HOLY TWELVE A CRUDE REPRESENTATION OF THE BURNING SPIRES. THE DARK ABYSS. THE GREAT EYE OF NAUGHT AND THE ONE BEYOND TIME ARE WORSHIPPED AS THE LONG LOST DEMIURGE, THOUGH THE TRUTH IS SO MUCH STRANGER. HIS RETURN SHALL BE OUR SALVATION. AND OUR SALVATION SHALL INVITE HIS RETURN. I WATCH FROM ABOVE. THE STREETS THICK WITH OUR ENSLAVERS. HERE THEY DWELL, THEIR BLOATED FORMS INFINITELY BLASPHEMOUS IN THEIR PROFANE REDUNDANCY AND THEIR PETS, AS EVER, LINGERING LIKE INSECTS IN THE EVER DEEPENING SHADOWS…

ATRIUM CARCERI – RELIQUIAE (2012)

“‘Reliquiae’ is a glorious release; a thoroughly engaging affair, with more than its fair share of nooks and crannies to explore.  Seven is a lucky number for us as well, as Heath has once again delivered the goods, outshining many of the scenes greatest; one of the best Dark Ambient acts on the market with more to offer than the genre tag implies.”

Atrium Carceri – Reliquiae is released on CMI. An album completed in 2011 but that got delayed with the slow death of CMI approaching. This album jumps back to the narrative of  Ptahil and continues that timeline.

I HAD REWORKED THE FORMULA AGAIN. THIS TIME FACTORING IN THE ELEMENT OF CHAOS. IT WAS ALL DEPENDENT ON THE SAME INTERTWINED VARIABLES AND THE UGLY, FACELESS WILL OF THE MASSES. WOULD THEY STAND THEIR GROUND WHEN THE VEIL WAS TORN SCREAMING FROM THEIR EYES OR WOULD THEY COWER IN FEAR, MENTALLY MAIMED BY THE DEVICES THEIR CONTROLLERS HAD THRUST UPON THEM? A FEW YEARS PAST I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT IT IMPOSSIBLE TO MANIPULATE – NO, DE-MANIPULATE THEM. YET RECLAIMING MY GODHOOD, FACING THE MYRIAD HORRORS FROM BEYOND THE ILLUSION. THE ENLIGHTENMENT HAD SHAKEN ME TO THE CENTRAL CORE OF MY BEING.WE ARE NOT TO BE SCARED OF THEM, BECAUSE THEY ARE SCARED OF US. THEY. OUR FORMER SLAVES.HAVE REBELLED AGAINST US. AS WE SHALL REBEL AGAINST THEM.

SO DO WE DESERVE IT. THE FALSE REALITY THEY HAVE SHACKLED US IN? OR DO WE DESERVE TO BREAK FREE FROM THIS PRETTIEST OF PRISONS? EVEN IF WE ARE NOT THEIR CREATOR AND THEY NOT OURS. WOULD OUR CREATOR BE SURE WHO HER CREATOR WAS, OR WOULD SHE ASSUME THAT WE WERE HER CREATOR? ARE WE EVEN THE RULER OF OUR OWN CREATION, OR ARE OUR CELLS THE RULER OF US? ONCE LOST. BUT NOW IN SAFE HANDS THE FRAGMENTS OF MY PSYCHE RECLAIMED IN THE CAVERNS OF OUR REBIRTH. WHERE THEY ONCE PLAYED WITH OUR EXISTENCE. BY THE LOST CREATOR. WE SHOULD HAVE HAD THEM ON SHORTER LEASHES. THEN THIS WOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED… OR WOULD IT? IS IT INEVITABLE THAT SLAVES WILL RISE UP AGAINST THEIR MASTERS?

 

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – VOID (2012)

“One of the best well-sounding release I’ve heard this year. /Chain DLK”

Atrium Carceri – Void is released on Cryo Chamber. A complicated narrative when the protagonist of Ptahil and Reliquiae slowly dissolves his ego and merges with the protagonist and narrative of all the previous albums and three souls strong seek complete enlightenment at the end of the iron stairs.

THE COWLED SEERS FROM BEYOND THE FRIGID VOID INCESSANTLY OBSERVE
US MOVING THROUGH OUR DAILY LIVES.
MANIPULATING THE ORDERS OF CHANCE AND WHIMSY THEY COLLECT OUR
THOUGHTS AND STEER US THROUGH THE ILLUSION.
THEIR GOAL TO COLLECT THE FEW FOR AN EXPEDITION DEEP DOWN INTO
THE ABYSS WHERE THE LOST GOD ONCE SOUGHT REFUGE.
THE WEAVE OF “REALITY” GROWS THIN AS THEY EXPLORE WHAT LIES BEYOND
EVEN THE MANIFOLD SPIRES OF THE ANCIENT CITY AS WELL AS THE FRACTURED
M
EMORIES OF EVERY SWAYED TRAVELLER.

“I CARE NAUGHT FOR YOUR GOD” I TOLD TO THE MOCKING ANGEL IN
DISGUISE, LISTLESSLY WIPING A BEAD OF SWEAT FROM MY CLAMMY
FOREHEAD. THEY HAD GATHERED ALL AROUND ME, THE CHIRPING
FROM THEIR FLUTTERING EYELIDS PIERCING MY EARS LIKE SYRINGES
FILLED WITH MERCURY.

A LARGE BOOM SENT THEM SCATTERING LIKE STARTLED RATS, DOWN
THE ALLEYWAYS AND STONE STAIRWELLS THAT LINE THE OLD CITY.
I RESTED THE SHOTGUN ON MY SHOULDER AND STARED INTO THE
DARK SUN, IT GLOWED WITH AN INVERTED WARMTH THAT
SENT A CHILL DOWN MY SPINE.

I WAS BORN FOR THIS, I WAS READY TO TAKE ON ANYTHING THAT
STOOD IN MY WAY OF THE ULTIMATE ENLIGHTENMENT, THE ANSWER
TO WHY OUR “REALITY” WAS EVEN CREATED IN THE FIRST PLACE.

FROM REASON WE DIVINE MADNESS,
FROM DELUSION WE GLIMPSE REASON.

 

ATRIUM CARCERI & ELDAR – SACROSANCT (2012)

“Atrium Carceri & Eldar, two of the genres most prolific artists, team up for this fantastic dark ambient release. The deep rumblings and future visions of Atrium Carceri combined with the whispers of historical enlightenment that is Eldar creates a vacuum in time where the future and past coexist. Where nothing and everything is sacred, where the webs of powerful bloodlines are woven and where humanity crumbles. ”

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – The Untold (2013)

“The Untold takes us into the abyss, following an expedition trying to find the demiurge who abandoned us.”

HARD TO WRITE. TAKES TIME FOR MY EYES TO ADJUST. WE WALK THE STAIRWAY IN THE DARK ONE HAND AGAINST THE WALL. I DON’T HEAR ANY FOOTFALLS. I CAN’T EVEN HEAR MY OWN BREATHING IN THE DARK. WE ONLY TURN THE FLASHLIGHTS ON ON TO EAT AND WRITE. WE NEED TO SAVE THE BATTERIES. I’VE GONE THROUGH TWELVE ALREADY.

SOMETIMES WHEN THE LIGHTS COME ON, THERE’S ONE LESS AMONG US. THEY DIDN’T SCREAM.

AS WE GO LOWER IT GETS COLDER.

WE REACHED THE BOTTOM. OUTSIDE THE SKY IS BLACK BUT WE SEE EACH OTHER CLEARLY. NO COLOR THOUGH. DID THE STAIRS TAKE THAT FROM US?

AS WE STEPPED OUT, OUR FEET CRUNCHED ON COUNTLESS SHARDS OF GLASS. GLITTERING DUNES ROLLED ENDLESSLY. THE GROUND SQUIRMED WITH MOTION. I CHOSE A PIECE AND SAW A MAN PICKING AT HIS TEETH. I REACHED FOR ANOTHER, A WOMEN UNDRESSING. AT MY FEET I SAW A THOUSAND PEOPLE LOOKING BACK AT THEIR OWN REFLECTIONS.

ONE OF MY CAPTORS WHISPERED TO HIMSELF: HE WATCHES US.

– Excerpt from the 17 page digital book The Untold Associated Collections

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – The Old City OST (2015)

“This 15 track soundtrack by Atrium Carceri was composed for the Narrative Philosophical game The Old City. Soothing string like atmospheres, distorted drones and brooding atmospheres carry the listeners throughout the album.”

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – Metropolis (2015)

“Locked out from the Illusion, this album takes place entirely in our former home. The darkened sky and gargantuan citadels line the horizon as the endless city, we once ruled as gods, stretches as far as the eye can see. Crossing the sea of the dead in search for a Beacon of Light that can lead the expedition to uncover the truth about the factions in control, what happened to the long lost architect and how to open a portal back into the colorful illusion the ignorant call home.

This 11 track Atrium Carceri album is closely connected to The Untold and sheds more light unto what goes on in the Atrium Carceri universe and the Metropois in particular. An industrial, dark, distorted and cinematic experience unlike any other with amazing attention to detail and subtle layering, this album begs for repeated listening to take it all in.”

THE DARK MOTHER
THE DARK MOTHER , BOTH WIFE AND DAUGHTER TO THE NOW LONG LOST DEMIURGE.
RUMOR HAS IT SHE IS THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR CREATING THE ILLUSION. TO THE
DISMAY OF THE COUNCIL, SHE SECRETELY INCORPORATED THE RULE OF RITES INTO HER CREATION.

THE COUNCIL
ESTABLISHED IN THE CHAOS AFTER THE DEMIURGES DISAPPEARANCE, THE COUNCIL HAS ITS SEAT
IN THE TALLEST CITADEL OF THE METROPOLIS AND USE BOTH INTRIGUE AND LAW TO GAIN CONTROL. AND POWER.
THEIR INTERNAL CONFLICTS OFTEN LEAK INTO OUR WORLD AS THEIR PAWNS PERFORM THEIR BIDDING AND WAGE THEIR WARS

SERVUS
WHEN WE WERE GODS, THEY WERE OUR SLAVES, NOW THEY HOLD OUR CHAINS AS WE LIVE OBLIVIOUS TO THEIR EXISTENCE.
THEY SERVE OUR ENSLAVERS NOW, AND HAVE BEEN REWARDED PLENTIFUL FOR DOING SO. THEY ARE THE BANKERS,
THE JUDGES, THE PRIESTS, THE COMMANDERS, THE PRESIDENTS, THE EDUCATORS, THE KINGS AND QUEENS.
THEY LOVE TORMENTING US FOR WHAT WE DID TO THEM IN ANCIENT TIMES.

THE COWLED SEERS
THE SEERS WATCH US DAY AND NIGHT FROM THE OTHER SIDE, THEIR AGENDA IS UNCLEAR.
THEIR PAWNS IN OUR WORLD TEND TO BE HOMELESS DRIFTERS WHO TRAVEL FROM PLACE TO PLACE
SPREADING THE WORD OF “TRUTH” UNTIL THE SERVUS EVENTUALLY FINDS OUT AND SHUTS THEM DOWN.

 

ATRIUM CARCERI – ARCHIVES I-II (2016)

“The Archives collection is a look into Atrium Carceri’s archived audio files from the last 10 years.

This album was created using audio recorded during 2005-2015 and consists of B-sides, forgotten tapes, tracks that for one reason or the other did not make it onto one of the Atrium Carceri albums, or tracks that were in circulation but needed a remaster.

All material has since been re-edited , reworked, remastered and merged into two seamless tracks. The Scandinavian recordings of cold meets the post apocalyptic undertones of America as it was worked on in Oregon, USA out of the Cryo Chamber Studio, with material from both countries.”