BIOMES is a collection of cinematic, electroacoustic soundscapes inspired by role playing games and nature documentaries. These tracks are melodic studies of landscapes and exploration. Together these six pieces constitute a short story about a pilgrimage across the dunes, and deep into the ocean. There is an imprint we leave on the places we visit, and an imprint those places leave in turn on us. We never forget the beautiful and intimate spaces we’ve passed through. The farther we travel from home, the deeper we dive, the more we come to know. There is a kind of explorer's resolve and a sense of adventure when we come to new places we've never seen.
Written, Arranged and Performed by Spooqs
Mastering Engineer - Matthew Hayter
Yves, Song of Dunes
The sands stretched out before us like a golden tapestry. This early in the day, the last remnants of a cool breeze could be felt drifting down off the mountains to the west. The glint of a single shooting star marked the star speckled morning sky for a brief moment. We could smell the salt of the ocean now. Among the dunes, delicate blossoms of desert wildflowers began to furl and wait patiently again for the moon. The singing of the gentle wind across the surface of the dunes was all around us. As the sun rose higher in the sky, we were gently pushed eastward by the breeze, to the top of a hill of sand. From this lookout, we could see the endless outline of the ocean far away on the horizon.
Laruna, Memory of the Tide
At the end of the day, we sat in quiet reverie by the campfire's soft glow for a long time. The fire's embers pulsed with the soft tumbling and receding of the distant waves. The smoke of the fire wove and danced with the evening fog, dotted with rising, flickering embers. The tide was slowly coming in now. The sound of the waves was peppered with the pops and crackle of the campfire. In the distance, the rising moon carved out the silhouette of a solitary vessel docked at the end of a jetty along the beach. Each wave’s whisper brought in new fleeting thoughts, and carried the old ones out with the undercurrent. There was a comforting heartbeat to everything around us, and it compelled us to press onward.
Selphira, The Ocean Sage
The shore was a distant line on the horizon while the moon still hung in the morning sky. The gulls didn't come out this far. We weren't sure the form it would take, but we knew we were looking for a marker - the point at which the craft could begin its descent. A colossal shadow formed below in the deep water and the leviathan slowly breached the surface of the waves ahead of us. A massive whale stared back at us gently and knowingly. A long moment passed, and it gathered a deep breath so great that we could feel its breeze pull at our backs. After a brief pause, the whale slid quietly back below the waves. The ship's heavy hatch was sealed and we began the journey downward.
Aelric, The Bathysphere
The motors whirred softly as we descended, down into the deep, following the whale. The gradual slope of the ocean floor was home to an expansive coral reef, a bustling metropolis of creatures and coral; it teemed with fish and crustaceans of all kinds. Skyscrapers of kelp and stony thermal vents towered above. The bustling pedestrians scuttled and darted through the natural architecture of the reef. The sea floor sloped downward toward a shadowed cliff, where light faded and the dark below beckoned us further down. From this precipice, we began to plunge deeper, over the edge and into the dark.
Lyskae, The Fissure
The kindly cetacean turned and faded into the distance, and we sank further down. The metal walls of the craft groaned, but held sturdy. In the black, far below, the ocean cradled a jagged canyon, an unhealed scar on the sea floor. A river of icy brine snaked through its depths, where no light lingered and no sound escaped. The stream of ice came to the edge of a crack in the bottom of the world, and cascaded slowly down into the darkness of the fissure, gleaming like shards of broken glass in the lights of the ship. The weight of the deep pressed against us, yet we ventured deeper, drawn into the still and silent heart of the abyss.
Xarnis, The Sky Below
Just as the darkness and pressure built up to a crushing, unbearable weight, a faint glimmer appeared far above, barely piercing the darkness. The last glimmers of bioluminescence grew brighter. The faint and impossibly small speckles of dust on the sea floor began to shine like distant stars in the reflection of the craft's lights. The sands of the ocean floor stretched out in all directions like endless dunes. Again, we flew through the depths of the fading night sky over the desert.
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