Welcome to Ostara, our valley of plenty.
Nature is awakening, It is time to go back to the land and plant the seeds of our common future. In the weeks to come, we will dance. We will dance to celebrate the return of the bees and the blossoming of the buds, the trickling of water and the vigour of the sun. If your intentions are pure, in our forest you will never be lost. Come dance with us. Together the magic is real.

0stara.bandcamp.com/album/le-bois-de-voynich

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There is difference

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Hayden Kolb’s (@hkolb) mystical songcraft reaches its glimmering apotheosis on ‘lost in my room’, a collection of four wide-eyed songs animated by a pure-hearted, intimate kind of magic. These are songs made to soundtrack dreams had during mossbed naps under toadstool parasols, micro-anthems for peaceful bug civilisations flourishing in enchanted terrariums.

This release sparkles and shines with an otherworldly glow: from the tumbling rush of opener ‘in my room’ to the post-Elysian woodland cúmbia of ‘tracing hands’; the teeming baile of ‘mirror me’ to the sunlight-dappled rippling of ‘puddle’. It’s the kind of skygazing, inquisitive music that could only spring forth from an imagination-rich mind at ease in a safe haven — ‘in my room’ in other words.

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Written & produced by Hayden Kolb
Mastered by Robert Venning (@djpitchdj)
Artwork by Hayden Kolb
Text by Madjestic Kasual (@madjestickasual)
A&R by Madjestic Kasual

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Crux

Tabu

seroquel beach melodies

Echoes From a Black Transmission drifts in like a signal caught in decay: seven tracks that shift through eroded textures, low-lit atmospheres, and rhythms worn down by time. Each piece feels like a message intercepted mid-collapse, a transmission from the edge of something ending. A sense of change is tangible, like the end of a season or a slow fading of light. It’s music for that moment when something familiar disappears, and a new, stranger atmosphere takes its place.
There’s a tension between precision and entropy throughout the record. Glitches become pulses, synthetic tones stretch into fog, and structures dissolve into residue. Rather than build toward resolution, the tracks remain suspended, looping in their own gravitational field. Sound becomes sediment.

Written and produced by Antoine B.
Mastered by Dekeyden
Artwork & Design by Enrico Caldini

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