Электронное расщепление личности под рождение ночных кошмаров.
Волновые колебания звуков тишины и мрачное таинство демонов из подсознания.
Это всё 7 выпуск нашего нечастого подкаста, записанного lost-radio в поддержку своих будущих релизов…
01 brk – Scape 1
02 Igl00 – Variation 1
03 SandSpace – Untitled
04 Пландеркозерон – Вместо Тишины
05 Mon.ka – One coffee for my girlfriend juki
06 73! – Untitled 2
07 Med Gen – Glacial
08 Cycle Of Self – Tactile Hallucinations
09 Fault Justification – Thank you to you for you
10 Helicalin – Next fall everything will be over (demo)
Juan Antonio Nieto | Static
“Static” is a short album of abstract concrete music. The main idea was to use “field recordings” from restaurants and coffee shops, mostly the sounds of plates, spoons, knifes etc., as well as sounds recorded while the artist himself was having breakfast. He also uses sets of found sounds, from objects at home. He mixes the different timbres with minimal electronics, trying to give the result a natural feel. For this album he chose 6 tracks out of 12 – the ones that worked better with the concept. The dark drones were composed especially for each theme and then added to the percussive sounds, conveying an abstract, ambient and dreamlike sense.
For its 28th release, Da ! Heard It Records presents Skinfaxe’s first album: Failure System.
An opus of eight tracks of electronic sounds, Failure System offers us a well-led orchestration of synthetic derailments.
Like a good tour guide, Skinfaxe takes us to the hidden corners of her diverse ambiences and sonorities, experimented on in Reason. The result is an album with an increasing intensity in which every sound is whittled from its raw form, ready to receive pageantry and arrangements to bring out a piece with a colorful personality.
Distributed under CreativeCommons license BY-NC-ND, the album is downloadable at the following link: http://www.daheardit-records.net/en/discography/dhr-28
Malignant Cove is adcBicycle’s 3rd album. All tracks are about a rocky ocean cove in Nova Scotia, Canada. The album was constructed to be catchy, dark, background music. The music engages the listener with gritty analog sounds, loosely played instruments and driving beats, yet at the same time sits peacefully in the background with distant vocals, slow building drama and a consistent dark pop mood.
I had then walked and walked forward on, with abrupt and unhesitating steps, leaving behind and beneath me a landscape of emotional chaos and languishing turmoil… I was alone again; an indisputable shadow piercing through the dense light. The clouds had no sign of giving up, force-feeding me with rain and occasional doses of excessive oxidation. I hardly breathed; at times I almost forgot my own name and place of origin… I moved through the darkening terrain, stepping to and fro unrecognizable crowds of human-like robots dressed in traditional attire, constantly reincarnating monsters and transparent biblical creatures. I passed a lovelorn tomb and an empty forest without a birthmark. I kept on walking even though by then I didn’t know whether i’m dead or alive… I took some photographs but had nowhere to develop them. So I ate them to keep me safe from starvation. I saw a crippled young girl offering poisonous candies to funnily dressed women, and strangely beautiful very old men offering their bygone youth to unborn babies. I could hear the distant noises of war but also the comforting buzz of nature’s cutting edge freedom. I walked forward like a zombie with closed eyes, led not by my eyesight but by my rusty inner compass… Where to? I wish I’d known. Or… Do I, actually? Perhaps it’s better not to know anything…
We know not where our separate paths lead us, none of us know anything, as a matter of fact. We play an occasional role here and there; yet everything we are is a theatrical mirage; each one of us being a minor player in this surreal shadow theater. You may believe in whatever you want or whoever you want; it doesn’t matter to me. You may lead your life according to society’s compass or the fathomed rules of your psyche… You may be and/or choose to be a clown or a god… I will still pass through you as if you were a random ghostly projection of my perpetually dreaming consciousness…
Breathe retakes his series of eclectic compilations, imprint of the house. Conspiratio is co-inspiration, co-respiratio. A gathering of diverse sonorous personalities. The conspiration of new and well know faces. With music of Fire to the Stars, Zoran, Vela, 1981, Vate, gip, TrianguliZona, In Vitro, Ray Garrido, Eckul, Nathan Jo, Automatic Peacock. Let it go at your own risk.