UK Progressive Rock band Yemrot published the track “The Ballad of Dill Dandin” taken from their debut album “The Sunken Garden” out on November 04, 2022 via PRAH Recordings. Stream the track through the YouTube player below:
“The Ballad of Dill Dandin” is taken from Yemrot‘s debut album “The Sunken Garden“: http://ffm.to/thesunkengarden
Yemrot aka Jimi Tormey explains: “I decided to write a story using dill dandin as a character and wanted to make a soundtrack to the story I had written. I didn’t want the music to be defined by the story so I decided not to record myself speaking it on the album but here it is.“
The Story of Dill Dandin:
“Hello I’m Dill Dandin and I would like to tell you a tale as a preface to the music you’re almost listening to. Now to begin: I passed a sinkhole one day, you know one of those holes that just appears without being invited by the shovel, it’s something to do with the surface layer weakening and then collapsing but that’s besides the point.
It was a still morning and I was walking along a route I’d never taken before. My mind was whirring as usual, eternally scheming, planning, plotting. For a moment, maybe 15-20 seconds, I noticed the sound of strong winds whipping around me and a storm like terror looming above me – all in Dolby surround sound. Unable to feel said wind or give any justification to this sensory mishap I explained it away as some whisper of relativity spoken from the lips of Doppler that through time and space was echoing a galel ravaged alternate to this still morning. Maybe my walking speed had momentarily broken the sound barrier, who knows? It was certainly peculiar but who am I to question anything? Especially when time’s a-wasting and there are many rungs of the ladder left to the top of life’s mythical beanstalk.
Caught in this whirlwind of wasted thought I suddenly spied said sinkhole. It snuck up on me; as though the mouth of the earth was opening in mirthful glee as I approached. Of course I wanted to know what was funny so I continued to edge closer until I was but a crumb on a monumental lip.
One tree was perched on its outer edge; half of its roots, exposed, were reaching into this dark cavity as though it was guiding me below. Now I’m not one to concern myself with the primitive desires of nature so I ignored this fleeting understanding of my wilder instincts. My imagination did run wild however instead imagining the discovery of something much more physically tangible deep within: wealth, or at least something that could amount to wealth. The contrarians among you may say: ‘It’s a sinkhole not a bank you damn idiot and wealth is conceptual not tangible’ but hush, tell that to the prospectors, the dreamers and the wealthy and allow me to share this account as candidly as I please.
Now what followed, and perhaps what had preceded, can’t be deemed as rational but judge not dear friend and listen to my voice but a moment longer. I was suddenly consumed, or more appropriately possessed, by the nimble bodied confidence of an Olympic diver and without thinking twice somersaulted headfirst into the depths of this earthly maw entirely uncertain of what was to come next. All around me I imagined the cheering of the crowd, the camera lights beaming and the judges flashing perfect scores across the board. I was certain that after this performance my position on the podium and more importantly the promise of gold was secure. However, time passed and I had not yet reached my goal. Cupped in gravity’s warm palm I felt myself falling, almost floating, feather-like. After descending for what seemed like hours I began to feel as though I was becoming viscous and slipping between those magnificent fingers: like jam through muslin. Some form of awareness washed over me that I had arrived; I had entered the sunken garden. All at once I lost sentience and became purely sensory, I was a still dill dandin weaving a quantum web that surpassed my cold corpus and connected me to the entire universe, star dust and dog shit alike. I didn’t think I’d say this but it was probably better than gold. I eventually came to; sat on the branch of a tree wholly uncertain yet certainly whole.
Now what’s the sunken garden you ask, where do I find it, is it well kept or wild, is there a shed, decking or a patio and hold on actually wait, wait, wait are you not undermining its universality and laying claim to it by naming it: well I can’t tell you now nor could I explain then but for a brief moment I understood and the only thing I’m certain of is that it was a part of me as much as I was a part of it. Although I can’t describe my experience I have attempted to translate the juddering fear and tumult, enveloping calm and wonder that I felt during the brief moment that I submitted. Needless to stay I’m still dill dandin, but I left something behind somewhere in the sunken garden beside the dill still standing.“
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Tracklist:
- Tomtom (5:13)
- The Ballad Of Dill Dandin (11:55)
- Learning To Lie (4:09)
- Learning To Fly (3:31)
- Learning To Die (5:40)
- Big Tree (5:50)
Lineup:
Jimi Tormey / Vocals and Instruments
With:
Lisa Tormey / Violin and Viola
Tuli Tormey / Harmony Vocals
Eric Tormey / Harmony Vocals, Mixing, Mastering