The MVM themuseumofviralmemory.bandcamp.com spent the 90s, to a great extent, learning how to expel the music we hear. Our early noise and ambient soundscapes, our performance experiments through that decade laid the groundwork for creating Elegy, our first "mature" work, completed in 1999.

Elegy was born the same year we began working with the then psychedelic folk rock act oRSo. We have had the privilege of being a part of oRSo's journey through innumerable styles, experimenting across countless realms of sound.

We have indulged that experimentation with them in projects like My Special Porpoise, which in some planes of existence is an improv duo version of oRSo.

Our relationship with oRSo is The MVM's most fruitful and longest lasting collaboration.

We celebrate that relationship with this release, our Ninth Suite.

For this symphonic work, we asked our in-house composers, the triadoccult Sentimental Witches to cast us into a deep sleep, and to then open us wide to the psychic energies of the cosmos. Locked in their studiossuary with nothing but the oRSo 9 2" master tapes, our lifeless forms were bared to whatever energies chose to inhabit them for whatever purpose they might nightmare up.

Weeks later, when the Witches unsealed their Schroedinchamber of bones, sound, and magick, they were curious, but not surprised, to find our bloated forms floating five inches off the ground, lifted not by magick but noxious gases formed in our spiritual decomposition.
They also found the masters from oRSo's 9, an album we remixed back when it came out in '09, looping through the noizakaphone. Being expelled was an orchestral feverdream of possession. Gasping for breath in the rank air, Sentimental Witches immediately pressed "record" on their skin-flake and ectoplasm covered mixing desk, capturing the sounds, as had been planned and hoped for.

Only after bringing fully into our world the sounds of the other worlds, did they turn to our moldy, gaseous forms.

It is simple magick, we are told, to reclaim the noxious psuedo-dead from their infinite sleep in chill Kadath and guide them back to newly restored flesh.
And as we awoke in that cold, sound proofed chamber lined with the bones of the covenextinct born of the tragic black massacre that claimed so many of the Sentimental Witches sisterkin and fused the Sentimental Witches themselves into the trinitygonewrong, the triadoccult; as we drifted back to the corporeal flesh, that which is plagued by the insistent hungers and uncatalogable pains of the alwaysmeat, we recalled through our muscles the madness of the other gods as they inhabited the solidstink of "body" and animated it at the command of the long dead Andre Kostelanetz, himself! No greater honor can be imagined,

(Andre, know that our bodies will first and foremost always be yours to use!)
for it was Andre who played to us long before Noizak the sounds of dream made real. It was he who envisioned the symphony laid low amongst the dead in their rank chambers of rot and decay. It was he who first asked, "what noise is this and how do I capture it orchestrally?"
Yea, none other than the prophet of Noizak had come to conduct the blasphemies inside us in this performance of oRSo's 9!!!

Dedicated to The Binto Family

Composed by Phil Spirito; Jim Elkington; Anthony Burton; Libby Reed; Dylan Ryan; Dave David McDonnell; & Griffin Rodriguez
(you tell me if that is correct)

Arranged by oONæ Hijindōteki

Performed by oONæ Hijindōteki's Inhuman oRSchestro