Name: Rendre L'esprit by 6klop in Yersinia [FULL EP]
Duration: 4 min 23 s
Description: EP composed during the first wave of covid in France

Very cool track, really liking those ominous tones and foreboding beats!

Excellent build and sound!! Really liking this!! 

EP composed during the first wave of covid in France

Yersinia [FULL EP]

An original track recorded with live instrumentation.  Roland keys and synths. Fender Stratocaster and Brian Moore Custom C90 guitars.

Song Key C Major/D Minor
BPM = 116

City Grooves

Feel The Music

Only want to test a module. I dont use my modular like an instrument. Every track i reconfigure/repatch my modules.
The DOEPFER A-188-1D is a raw MN3005 BBD-analogdelay implementation. By setting the internal clock lower than 10kHz for long Delays the clock is audible. I used the breakout-jacks for filtering the delay with large Bandpass from XAOC Belgrad. Furthermore i use the Tallin for controlling Feedback. I use Math as envelope-Folower->joranalogue compare 2->inverted-Envelope for limiting the gain stage.
At the end I created a little track. enjoy :)
no computer as allways…Heavydubtools rulez…

DOEPFER A-188-1D

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Rendre l'esprit

Rendre L'esprit

Lumoj

Cito Longe Tarde

Imperio

Dodens Dance

Anam Hermit     Dodens Dance    (Video in Description)

Sparse Ambient

Xian had the great idea to use " The Electoral Asses"
by Heinrich Heine as the basis for our next collaboration.
Perfect timing.
Best known outside Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine's later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. He is considered a member of the Young Germany movement. His radical political views led to many of his works being banned by German authorities—which, however, only added to his fame. He spent the last 25 years of his life as an expatriate in Paris.

Here are the full words of his 1855 prose.

They'd had enough of freedom now,
The republic of animals clamored
For one single regent with absolute rule,
Of this they were enamored.

Every species assembled itself,
Proceeded with fevered devotion,
Parties were organized, ballots drawn up,
Intrigues were set into motion.

The steering committee for asses was
By the Old-Long-Ears directed,
They had upon each of their heads a cockade,
The Schwarz-Rot-Gold, affected.

A little horse's-party there was,
Yet they did not dare be voting,
They feared the cry of the Old-Long-Ears,
The thought filled them all with foreboding.

As one, however, the candidacy
Of the horses put forth, a bit later,
An Old-Long-Ears in a fury broke in
And cried: Sir, you are a traitor!

You are a traitor! There's not one drop
Of donkey-blood in you, really,
You are no donkey, I almost believe
You were foaled by a Latin filly.

You come from a strain of zebra, perhaps,
Your skin is striped zebräic,
And also the nasal tone of your voice
Sounds somewhat Egyptic-Hebräic.

And were you no foreigner, you would be just
A secular donkey, a cold one,
You don't know the depths of the donkey mystique,
How the tones of its psalter enfold one.

But I have immersed my soul in that
Sweet mystery that surpasses,
I am an ass, and upon my tail
Is every hair an ass's.

I 'm no little Roman, I am no Slav,
I'm a German ass forever,
Just like my fathers, they were so upright,
So unassuming, so clever.

They did not play with gallantry,
They sought no vice nor thriller,
They trotted each day, frisky, faithful and free,
Bearing their sacks to the miller.

The fathers are not dead! The grave
Can only hold the carcass.
They look down upon us from heaven above,
It gives them pleasure to mark us.

Transfigured asses in heavenly light!
We'll follow you forever.
And not a single finger-breadth
From duty's path shall we waver.

And oh, what rapture, to be an ass!
To be born to the Long-Ear classes!
From every rooftop I want to cry:
I come from a line of asses.

The mighty donkey that sired me
Was German, and no other,
And I was suckled on ass's milk
By my German ass of a mother.

I am an ass, and will faithfully
Adhere, like my fathers before me,
To the dear, old asininity,
To the fabled donkey glory.

And as I'm an ass, I advise you to choose
An ass as the king of the land here;
We're founding the mighty donkey-realm,
Where only the asses command here.

We all are asses! Hee-haw, hee-haw!
We'll never be horse's flunkies.
Down with the stallions! Long live, hurrah!
The king from the race of the donkeys!

So spake the patriot. In the hall
Applause rang to the ceiling.
The asses were all nationalists
And stamped their hooves with feeling.

They placed upon the speaker's head
A wreath of oak so timely.
He mutely beamed his gratitude
And wagged his tail sublimely.

Die Wahl - Esel (Heine, 1855) Ft. Xian3

lifes no fun through clear waters remix

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a chill style of breakcore mixed with hardstyle kicks

here be dragons...

Fake Electro-Acoustic musician

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Background photography by Navi

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