Ak'chamel, The Giver Of Illness 'Spiritually Unemployed'

“𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙣’𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙢𝙖’𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨…𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝”.

Ak’chamel, The Givers of Illness plunged into truly deranged extremes to summon the decayed, otherworldly essence captured on Spiritually Unemployed, embracing unhinged and esoteric methods during the tracking process. Recorded in a makeshift adobe studio amid liminal border-zone ruins.

Nocturnal treks along forgotten stretches near the U.S.-Mexico line, through derelict border outposts and sun-bleached vehicle husks, yielded unique recording opportunities: Ak’chamel dragged tape decks like sacrificial talismans, to capture gravel crunch, distant javalina fights, and unintentional EVP-like anomalies. Harvesting the psychic weight of migration, abandonment, and geopolitical limbo. (e.g., Track 9: Blu Ray Séances and Weather App Prophesies)

A half-broken oud, double-reed pipes, a battered hurdy-gurdy, and self-built spike fiddles were “tortured” pre-recording; strings detuned to unstable microtonal chaos, reeds soaked in questionable desert-sourced liquids, and instruments were kept outdoors to absorb ambient dew, dust, and wild temperature swings, ensuring every take carried an unpredictable, haunted instability. (e.g., Track 5: Serpent House)