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music tagged with: soundtrack

Point – Flatpad EP

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Point

“Flatpad EP”

Point is back with warm sounds for cold days! Stronger than never before, Point made a brilliant development into sophisticated sounds while he never forgets his roots in deep spaces and smart melodies.

This EP is a fantastic piece of music for good moments in your life.

posted 09 December 2014

Wings of an Angel – In This Morbid Dream, I Had A Direct Encounter With A Slow Motion Dissolution Into Nonexistence

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Wings of an Angel

“In This Morbid Dream, I Had A Direct Encounter With A Slow Motion Dissolution Into Nonexistence”

On that unforgettable night, I had slept maniacally and dreamed that I am no longer myself; I was dying slowly, slowly, like winter’s lazy snowflakes. In that morbid dream, I had encountered a slow motion dissolution into irreversible nonexistence. It was the most frightening experience I’ve ever had. To lose yourself is finite. We conduct our lives in the same way we manage our loves – dysfunctionally – thinking it’s everlasting and will never change or come to an end. But, like a fly in the ointment, it will sooner or later pass out, pass away, dissolve little by little or swiftly… And guess what? We can’t choose! So, like a broken VHS cassette which no longer functions properly but still works in slow motion mode, we eventually fall into the void of naught … I will never forget how my whole life had been shown to me like in some kind of a cheap Flickr slideshow effect. I had seen my failures and triumphs with clogged tears in my eyes, not only because of the nostalgia they had unsurprisingly awoken in me, but also because they had had exactly the same specific gravity. Then, it has occurred to me that life is a cold neutral mechanism, in which no event has no more or less value than the other. And by the end of it, be it bitter or bittersweet, nothing of the last remaining relics of my once unfathomable gang of friends shall survive. All will perish, all will wash away with the timeless winter rain.
posted 01 December 2014

Wings of an Angel – The Empty Bible Of The Psychonaughty Psychonaught

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Wings of an Angel

“The Empty Bible Of The Psychonaughty Psychonaught”

– This is a poem for the ambient musician “Wings of an Angel” –
Diving into the depths of the cold black sea,
the submerged depths of human psyche,
the psychonaut fearlessly plumbs the depths,
seeking the entire breadth and depth of human experience.
He seeks to face the darkness to bring out the light,
to float fearlessly into the inky night of his own soul,
to let the light shine through,
illuminating the vagaries of human expression,
as with ambient waves of musical majesty,
he sends forth a mystic echo location to find the divinity within.
This brave psychonaut,
he faces those possibilities,
knowing of the possibility that when one plunges into the depths,
they may never return,
but he knows he that he will,
if not because he feels the urgency to illuminate The World with obsidian ambient light,
spreading that light forth like the wings of an angel about to take flight.
Let us thank the psychonaut for doing what most of us dare not do,
for most are too frightened to plunge those icy depths for fear of spiritual death,
alas,
I feel as if I am a psychonaut too;
and I feel thankful for that,
for there are those that must plunge into the depths of the darkness
…to remind us that we are the light.
Copyright © 2014 Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour aka Robert Matejko
You can find Robby at:
robbybabydarkpoet.wix.com/poetry
posted 15 November 2014

June or July – Volumen 3

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June or July

“Volumen 3”

“Volume 3” discusses the inner revolution through the moments when our journey meets conflict, our own or someone else’s, individual or collective and the truth behind it. Numbers and observations meet again in this volume to review, discuss and debate.

The artwork, designed Solange Dalannais shows us a simple pencil drawing done in real time during a dance class. The incomplete capture of moving bodies suggests that fragile but deep part of our human condition that seeks liberation and self- transformation.

posted 12 November 2014

Outsider Leisure – Едоки Собачьих Хвостов

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Outsider Leisure

“Едоки Собачьих Хвостов”

01-Ванильный Трип-Хоп(2:00)
02-Orevuar Big Brother(3:24)
03-Living Like An Animal(2:00)
04-Внутриутробный Быт(2:44)
05-Едоки Собачьих Хвостов(4:48)
06-Жопа(1:36)
07-Завтра Будет Конец Света(2:12)
08-Как Ток(2:40)
09-Папа Знает(2:36)
10-Рупор Свободы Блевал Нас Вон(2:24)
11-Рыбы Молчат(1:44)
12-Так Себе Человек(1:52)
13-Ты Говоришь, Что Я Говно(3:28)
posted 10 November 2014

June or July – Vol. 2

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June or July

“Vol. 2”

“Vol. 2 “explores the issue of innocence and the gradual loss of it, passing through curiosity, discovery, early disappointments, loneliness, fear and forgiveness.

The artwork designed by Solange Dalannais describes the moment when a young girl is caught discovering music fiddling one of those antique furniture-sound systems that once were in the living rooms and generally, children were not allowed to mess with.

This album was originally released independently via bandcamp, in April 2014.

posted 10 November 2014

June or July – Drones, Impros & Scapes Vol 1

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June or July

“Drones, Impros & Scapes Vol 1”

In ” Drones, Impros & Scapes Vol 1″ the issue is the discrimination and the injustice produced by it, not only as society but as specie when the man kind feels superior to other life forms that cohabit this world.

The artwork is a monotype by Solange Dalannais that shows an abstract porcupine with apparent zoochosis symptoms, animal disease caused by captivity, easily seen in any zoo.

This album was originally released independently via bandcamp, in February 2014.

posted 10 November 2014

Wings of an Angel – Mombasa And The Beheaded Trajectory

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Wings of an Angel

“Mombasa And The Beheaded Trajectory”

“Wings of an Angel’s recent releases have had both great sadness and great hope in them. Musical essays on the human condition, especially the soul-searching that must necessarily come from conflict, are his focus. The titles all tell stories in themselves, and guide the listener on a kind of meditation of the topic”
posted 01 November 2014

Wings of an Angel – Highway 90 – From The Dead Sea of Galilee To Beit She’an

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Wings of an Angel

“Highway 90 – From The Dead Sea of Galilee To Beit She’an”

“We are islands from the outside connected by smoke signals in the dark, but we do have the mutual satisfaction of making the intangible tangible…
posted 24 October 2014

Various Artists – 50th

posted 23 October 2014

Kai Engel – Paradigm Lost

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Kai Engel

“Paradigm Lost”

Try as you like, it’s doubtful that you can avoid something along the lines of ‘noir’, ‘heaviness’, and in some cases ‘cyberpunk’ when describing this album. We probably can, though. ‘Paradigm Lost’ is uncertain, but not because this contrast between the almost industrial pressure and the usual kind of Engel’s melancholy isn’t organic, it is. And the album is betting on it. It defines its primary mood as uncertainty and confusion. This is a short but memorable road from the most gloomy to the most aspriring moments of Kai’s music.

Credits:
Music by Kai Engel
Artwork by Лилейный

Tracklist:
01. – A Neon Flesh
02. – Cutting To The Chase
03. – Tentative Steps
04. – Past The Lanterns
05. – The Burden Of Empathy
06. – Streets As Friends
07. – Comfort In A Bottle
08. – Transcending Heaven
09. – Junction

Join Us!
http://www.kai-engel.com/
https://soundcloud.com/anton-stanislavovich-fedchenkov
https://twitter.com/KaiEngelMusic
http://instagram.com/kai_engel

posted 19 October 2014

Wings of an Angel – In My Darkest Dreams (night diary of a poète maudit in earthly exile)

Wings of an Angel – In My Darkest Dreams (night diary of a poète maudit in earthly exile)
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Wings of an Angel

“In My Darkest Dreams (night diary of a poète maudit in earthly exile)”

Wings of an Angel es un artista envuelto en un halo de misterio; enigmático, quizá como todo verdadero artista, y que crea su obra desde al anonimato. Su concepción del arte va en dirección completamente opuesta a la de la popularidad o el éxito, no digamos ya los fines comerciales, algo que le repugna:
“…proclamo: dejen de vender el arte y de tratarlo como bienes comerciales. ¿Por qué lo hacen? En mi caso, quiero que mi arte llegue a todo el mundo … no soy un artista comercial y no estoy interesado en vender mi música, no tengo que romperme la cabeza con todas esas ridículas leyes de Copyright. Que, por cierto, son un insulto criminal a la creatividad.” (Intangible23)
Su obra no busca entretener sino una comunión espiritual y trascendental con el oyente. Su poesía sonora le habla siempre al espíritu del individuo, a su subconsciente mas profundo, recóndito y escondido. Y es que en la obra de Wings of an Angel, todos los caminos conducen al yo interior, el verdadero, mas allá de convenciones formales o sociales. En este “misticismo postmoderno”, como el mismo lo define, todo termina cayendo por los abismos infinitos del alma.
En esta ocasión lleva al extremo su pasión y predilección por la oscuridad, para aplicarla al sonido; prescinde totalmente del uso de voces (spoken word), referencias Hip-Hop, instrumentos sampleados o mezclas con elementos de música tradicional como ha sólido hacer, de manera magistral, en trabajos anteriores, como por ejemplo en el espectacular (“Requiem For An Anonymous Genius (The Breath Of Life, Carnal Annihilation And Miraculous Resurrection Of The Job Of Art)”).
En este ultimo trabajo usa únicamente drones y sonidos abstractos que generan atmósferas realmente oscuras, intensas y profundas: “Diría que el sonido, en su más pura ausencia de forma, es probablemente la expresión más espiritual de lo divino…” (Intangible23)
En “In my darkest dream”, publicada de nuevo por el netlabel paralucid, Wings of an Angel nos invita a un viaje por sus sueños mas oscuros, que a este nivel son quizá iguales a los tuyos y los míos.
Estos sueños, por los textos que acompañan cada pista, tienen como escenario una ciudad vacía; son recorridos nocturnos por calles recónditas, zonas aisladas, infraestructuras semiabandonadas de ciudades decadentes por cuyas grietas y fallas también se filtra el subconsciente colectivo. En una oscuridad rodeada de lagrimas, con la luz de una tenue luna, son paseos en los que escapar de una soledad elegida, autoimpuesta pero también insoportable; en busca de lo sublime, el infinito trascendental.
posted 09 October 2014

VA – readymedia – Klangboot Radio #045 ~ peace ~

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VA – readymedia

“Klangboot Radio #045 ~ peace ~”

Ambient, Electronica, Soundscapes
Episode #45 / peace /

PLAYLIST: Artist – Title – Netlabel – Year

1. King Imagine – Over The Earth – southerncitylab – 2014
2. [amt 23] – The Way We Are (Live) – enough records – 2014
3. Farishta & Arika Lane …

For full playlist and HQ download visit the release page below.

posted 07 October 2014

Wings of an Angel – Revenge Of The Less Powerful

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Wings of an Angel

“Revenge Of The Less Powerful”

My whole life, I’ve marveled at the ease in which so-called charismatic leaders – political, educational, spiritual, therapeutic etc’ – have led their followers and others in their surrounding to total oblivion.
If there’s one and single insight that you are ought to fetch from my ruminations, it is this: THINK AND STAND FOR YOURSELF, DON’T LOCK YOURSELF IN A HELL THAT YOU AND/OR OTHERS CREATE FOR YOU.
In my perception, It’s always better to answer for your own actions, for better or for worse, than to act by proxy and hide behind bullies, real or imaginary. Such is the path of truly brave men and women.
So, are you truly brave or do you prefer to hide behind your chosen dogma and skydive unto an inescapable hell?
posted 02 October 2014

The Fat – Meat Me

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The Fat

“Meat Me”

For its 26th release, Da ! Heard It Records invites you to come meet The Fat, with their first album: “Meat Me”.

The Fat, a band based in the north of Paris, consists of two pillars: Jacques de Candé and Thomas Suire. Louis Pontvianne and Romain Drogoul join the two comrades live. One year after their first stage performance at Instants Chavirés, aside pioneers of Russian industrial music Vetrophonia, their first album, Meat Me, comes out.

The band aims to let the synths speak. Their qualities, their flaws, the damage they’ve suffered overtime are as utilized in the conception of the pieces as are lengthy improvisation sessions.
A festival of Moog, DSI, Roland, Aelita, Jomox, Oberheim, Eowave… The use of exclusively analog machines kindles a usually cold sound into a latent dampness. The construction of the pieces from a bass line, blurry yet well-framed, thanks to a crispy solid rhythm reminiscent of Oto, accentuates our indecision between choppy gesticulations and petrified emotion.

At the beginning of the album, a languorous beat skews all pulse of excitement and favors a listening focused on all of the subtleties in the variations of sonorous matters. When the rhythm accelerates later on, a tribal dialog settles in, where the roundness of the exchanges between melodies and the rhythm box’s primary pulses tangle in despair, as if bliss only ever belonged to the past. A few infecticidian gimmicks erupt on certain tracks, and our bodies appropriate this music in a measured gestural.

Now, it is your turn to appreciate and have your emotions ascend. Shh!… Listen, there…
That little repetitive sound, in the background, in a psychotic spiral, where is it taking us to ? Are we not heading towards Forbidden Planet?
To create the visuals on the sleeve, the band called on Pia-Mélissa Laroche, a graphic illustrator that cherishes lead. Pia’s universe is a mixture of anatomical imagery and geometric volumes where spheres, cubes, and organic cells intertwine. We lose ourselves, like children, in this very personal interpretation of an infinitely small world.

“Meat Me”, Da ! Heard It Records’ 26th release is distributed under a Creative Commons License BY-NC-ND. The album can be downloaded at the following address: http://www.daheardit-records.net/en/discography/dhr-26

posted 30 September 2014

Cousin Silas – Weaving Portraits

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Cousin Silas

“Weaving Portraits”

“Weaving Portraits” is Cousin Silas’s second work with Sucu Music and, by happy coincidence, also the release marking the first anniversary of the label. There couldn’t have been a better way to celebrate our first birthday than by releasing a beautiful work of meditative music entirely created by textures of keyboards and delicate touches of electric guitar. No rhythm, no percussion, nothing that might encompass this music into a closed system. Cousin Silas’s is music for open spaces, and it doesn’t matter whether we are speaking of real spaces or inner spaces of the mind. Call it cinematic, call it ambient, call it soundscapes, call this music as you like, but be ready to leave everything behind and experience it with every pore of your body, every neuron of your brain and every unnamed substance which makes up what you really are.
posted 21 September 2014

LLuvia Acida + Friends – Insula in Remix

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LLuvia Acida + Friends

“Insula in Remix”

Insula in albis
circumdederunt per glaciem maris,
infesta, in fine mundi.

Terra Australis, Terra Incognita.
Ventus magis placent.
Orate mare ut revertar in patriam.

(Island of while
surrounded by sea ice.
Hostile, at the end of the world.

Southern earth, unknown land.
Wind in favor.
We pray to the sea to return us home).

With these words pronounced in Latin(1) by our friend and colleague Frank Benkho “Insula in Remix” begins, a collection of remixes and versions of the pieces that gave form to our disc “Insula in albis” (Pueblo Nuevo/Eolo, 2013). In a way, it is the final link of a work that started nearly two years ago, when we traveled with the support of the Chilean Antarctic Institute (INACH) to a secluded place located on the borders of civilization: King George Island (South Shetlands, Antarctica). There we collected images and sounds, both natural and human in origin, in an environment in which the majestic landscapes contrast with the technology used to resist the onslaught of the elements. We met people of different nations and cultures, sharing together in this environment of water, stone, ice, and rusted metal.

We presented “Insula in albis” in the Teatro Municipal “José Bohr” in Punta Arenas in the Celebration of 50 years of the Chilean Antarctic Institute. At the beginning of 2014 we managed to return to King George Island and we presented the work before the personnel of the “Eduardo Frei” base, in what was our second recital in Antarctica. After having shown it in Buenos Aires and Santiago, we decided to invite other musicians to reinterpret our discoveries, to make them their own and give them new forms in their own style. We appreciate the time and effort each one invested in realizing their contributions. We hope that we manage to transmit once again to all those who follow our trajectory the excitement we feel when we put our feet on this island, where people live together in a way that the rest of the world should imitate. “Insula in Remix” is available here, to help you set forth on a sonic flight towards the Continent of Light.

(1) All Latin provided to us by online translation applications.

Lluvia Acida
(Punta Arenas, Magallanes, Chile, September 2014)

posted 18 September 2014

Plusplus – Psycho

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Plusplus

“Psycho”

“Psycho is the third and final installment in the ‘Evils trilogy’ from Adam Radmall aka Plusplus
consisting of eight new tracks that continue on a similar theme to the two previously acclaimed albums‘Evils’ (2010) and ‘Game Over’ (2012).Compared with the first two Plusplus albums, Psycho is more a collaboration with Bryan Styles (Plantman) and Rob Scillitoe contributing on drums and double bass respectively. Producer John Hannon also contributed significantly. The result is much more of an organic sound that reveals another side of the plusplus yet retains a similar mix of brooding atmospheres and circadian rhythms punctuated by playful folk melodies evident on previous work.”
posted 10 September 2014

.Zigo – Drupas Migrantes

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.Zigo

“Drupas Migrantes”

.Zigo has an apocalyptic “Blade Runner” world in his sonic conception. He swings comfortably between sulfuric sunrises, romantic evenings to the cyberpunk distopians.

This work, like his others; and many other things that I have enjoyed in concert, has its own peculiar character, the detail that blows the mind and that eccentricity carries it to work every detail like a careless tide, but he has the control, so many years on the path have not made him aloof, and he applies every consciousness, every experience.

It shows in the quality of the sound and in the domain of reaching the very edge of the break, without breaking.

Tiny pearls invade each of the tracks, and yes, he is one of the masters in this sense, in showing us that heavy noise with delicate sonic touches, that are not lost, on the contrary, he makes them be noticed.

In “Drupas migrantes” we hear from the beginning with “Zaxsibulan”, mantric drones that invade, and leave us almost perplexed to wait any longer.

We pass through quasi organic states like those in “Drupa” and “Ralokhao”, cyber-robotic moments like “Aeasxoolar” and “Drirl” to descend to the shamanic poetry of “Xeticanteral”.

Can this work be classified? It cannot – you can only listen and enjoy- qualifications do not count, just immerse yourself or be engulfed by it.

.Zigo without a doubt “is” in past, present and he shows the future, and all this comes together for capture us to hear.

———————

.Zigo tiene el apocalipsis Bladeraniano (de “Blade Runner”) en su concepción del sonido. Se hamaca cómodamente entre amaneceres sulfúricos y atardeceres románticos a lo cyberpunk.

Este disco, como otros y muchas otras cosas que he disfrutado en vivo, tiene su peculiar sello, el detalle de la voladura de cabeza y esa excentricidad que lo lleva a trabajar cada detalle como en una descuidada marea, pero él tiene el control, tantos años de carrera no le son esquivos, y aplica cada conocimiento, cada experiencia.

Se nota en la calidad del sonido y en ese dominio de llegar hasta el borde mismo del quiebre, sin llegar a quebrarse.

Diminutas perlitas invaden cada uno de los tracks, y si, es uno de los maestros en este sentido, en mostrarnos ese heavy noise con delicados toques sonoros, que no se pierden, al contrario, los hace notar.

En “Drupas Migrantes” oímos desde el comienzo con “Zaxsibulan” drones mántricos que se nos vienen encima para invadirnos y dejarnos casi perplejos para esperar más.

Pasamos por estados cuasi orgánicos como en “Drupa” y “Ralonkhao”, ratos cyber-robóticos como “Aeasxoolar” y “Drirl” para descender a la poesía chamánica de “Xeticanteral”.

¿Cómo podemos calificar este disco señores? No se puede, solo se puede escuchar y disfrutar, los calificativos no cuentan en una obra tan completa, solo meterse en ella o ser engullida por ella.

.Zigo sin duda está en el pasado, el presente y nos muestra el futuro, y todo conjugado para que lo tomemos, para que lo oigamos.

Luis Marte
(Buenos Aires, agosto 2014)

posted 19 August 2014

Wings of an Angel – The Year I Tried To Kill My Love

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Wings of an Angel

“The Year I Tried To Kill My Love”

sometimes, one is required to be a warrior for so long, that you have trouble putting down your sword.

The year Love almost died inside me,
it was a year fraught with trial and tribulation,
elations of successes waylaid by new responsibilities;
and these new responsibilities,
they almost took the joy away.The year Love almost died inside me,
it almost died in all it’s forms;
Love for my fellow brother,
my fellow sister,
relations both amorous and familial,
as all the joys that were supposed to be inside me were almost detained.

The pain inside me almost surmounted all my senses,
as I lost touch with the capacity to feel Love in it’s greatest fulfillment;
I touched the face of the divine in dreams,
but alas,
this was barely enough to keep my sense of Love sane.

I learnt,
however,
that the pain,
it had a purpose,
had served to purify me of past regrets,
had served to teach me to move forward,
ever onward,
to greater horizons,
and the very scope of those horizons,
they are redefined now,
and though I know that journey will be difficult,
I would rather undertake THAT journey,
to experience the pain of growth,
rather than regret,
and the capacity to love,
it grows inside myself,
especially the capacity to love myself,
and I know,
that in this year,
or any year from this point on,
I could not kill The Love inside myself,
in order to hide from pain;
I could not kill The Love inside myself,
not even if I tried…

[Copyright © 2014 Robby Baby Dark Poet of Amour aka Robert Matejko]

posted 01 August 2014