Great D&B/Electro tension enriched by awesome vocal design. :)

Jam Party - A.F.C.

Clipe oficial :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eux1Paywrqs 
Lyrics:

"Solve the message 
You got to know how to listening 
You got to fell this to resist
Spectral transmissions on planet earth

Solve the message 
Spectral... 
Transmissions!!!"


Vídeo: Addictive Fuzz + Pablo Facina (https://www.instagram.com/bassobot/?hl=pt  https://www.facebook.com/pablo.facina)

Spectral Transmissions

Exodus XXI Century - A.F.C. feat MC Lápide e Wlamir Fusão Madô Rocha.

Prune (Get In Line)

The telephone rings again
Who could it be now?
Who could it be this time?

Hey!!
You again!!

Have you finally grown up?
Have you finally given up on dreams?
You've gotta think of your future
Don't look back now
It time to come back to reality!!

Don't listen to yourself now!!
I know what it best for you!!
So Get in Line!!

Prune

Ricochet 128 BPM

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Slivered Shadow

sequel to the claustrophobic epic, "Blitz". Part 2 explores the period of calm after the bad trip has passed. Multiple key and tempo changes. Madness. Enlightenment. Peace.

Blitz Part 2

Have Much

Great collab with Just Jimm, an engineer based in NY. He had a great impact on the song and it was awesome to work together. For details and great mixing for your further projects go to: www.justjimm.com. Or visit his soundcloud profile.

PEACH Remix

PLEASE NOTE: this is an .mp3 file only since higher quality .wav files are currently not uploading on soundcloud

method: to distract me from the everyday task of fighting demons of the mind,  I set out with a gregorian version, only to understand that my voice was not up to standards and expectations. You can still hear that choral in the background. Well, gregorian monks might might have actually sounded like that – not everyone is a pitch creature after all. After postponing some iterations to enjoy creating UP UP AND OUT with Jeff (and assissting in setting the next project on good tracks), I  then added layers to better match what my mind heard to what the headphones belted out. Somehow, I did not let go of the initial composition, though – feeling attached to its disjointed, squealing humanity. Call me sentimental and you’re right. I also just felt like taking this ride on the RC-505, rediscovering my former companion from hitherto unexplored angles ;-) 

Narration: the poem is about an evolution – or a journey to the sea – whatever you prefer to call it. having become aware of the circumstance that I am more of a liability than an asset in certain processes, I found myself in the clutches of a transformation that needed processing itself – and a good deal of sublimation, I guess. 

Image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

all the hardly humid barrens
harbour time in arid sands

while the early einkorn seedlings
of the floodlands sway and bend

and the tides bring tidal tidings
weighing vapour, thermal scales

ah, the oceans, giant oceans
breathing water, water whales

isosem

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

One day, I hope to return home again — though it will be in another life. But in any case, it’s important to enjoy the time we have.

Time To Enjoy

(Verse 1)



Will I ever escape I can't get this door unlocked 

No but I'll hold you until our eyes block out the sun, drowning in blood

I can't die when I want so I'll run after death until death grows cold

I murdered myself years ago so what's another pill we're all alone

Empty ripped open stuffed Rabbits 

With its head on the floor with Candy black gloss eyes 

Eating pills will I ever get away will I ever escape this room 

Room 013

Cigarette burns

Broken Scissors tries to cure  

White bandages hide the wounds

Razor slits my tongue with every kiss

As she fills a fish tank with blood 

My blood

Moth she's bliss

I'm her black death Moth

As she's wrapped in my arms

Broken

But Together 

Crying



(Chorus)



As I battle this internal war

I love you 

Sex with only one

Love one only in my arms

Fuck me  like your favorite whore 

Love me

Hate no never would I 

Don't leave me, I'd kill for you

I'll  bleed all over everything 

I hope we might die

Die together

After I die inside you

You collapse on top on me 

I love you my beloved Black Moth

You're all I ever Wanted 





(Verse 2)



Dripping Tongue 

Wet theights 

Shaking hips

As you devour me whole

Love hold me close 

Kill me no Don't ever go

Only  as I die inside I'll blow

When your hell comforts mine

As I will sacrifice what's left of my innocents to give to you my heart

Empty ripped open stuffed Rabbits 

With its head on the floor with Candy black gloss eyes 

Eating pills will I ever get away will I ever escape this room 

Room 013

Cigarette burns

Broken Scissors tries to cure  

White bandages hide the wounds

Razor slits my tongue with every kiss

As she fills a fish tank with blood 





(Verse 3)

Empty ripped open stuffed Rabbits 

With its head on the floor with Candy black gloss eyes 

Eating pills will I ever get away will I ever escape this room 

Room 013

Cigarette burns

Broken Scissors tries to cure  

White bandages hide the wounds

Razor slits my tongue with every kiss

As she fills a fish tank with blood 

I murdered myself years ago so what's another pill we're all alone

Empty ripped open stuffed Rabbits 

With its head on the floor with Candy black gloss eyes 

Eating pills will I ever get away will I ever escape this room 





(Chorus)



As I battle this internal war

I love you 

Sex with only one

Love one only in my arms

Fuck me  like your favorite whore 

Love me

Hate no never would I 

Don't leave me, I'd kill for you

I'll  bleed all over everything 

I hope we might die

Die together

After I die inside you

You collapse on top on me 

I love you my beloved Black Moth

You're all I ever Wanted 



(Outro)

 

Dripping Tongues 

Wet theights 

Shaking hips

As you devour me whole

Love hold me close 

Kill me no Don't ever go

Only  as I die inside I'll blow

When your hell comforts mine will say goodbye

Just remember I'll love you even if we don't make it

But know I'll hang on as long as I can't my love 

As I will sacrifice what's left of my innocents to give to you my heart

Empty ripped open stuffed Rabbits 

My Black Moth 2

JAMAICA SCOTHISH

Contact - AFC + Jj Aquino

Africanto (Demo Version) Wlamir Rocha + AFC

1984 Reloaded ...
It Opens the new AFC album ... 
Dark Times!
We are in a strange and in a somber period of world history.
Trump spreading racism and intolerance in the United States, loss of rights and freedom of expression in Brazil and around the world, bomb attacks killing civilians ...
The denunciations of wikileaks showing us the dirty play of the world status quo.
Snowden in exile for speaking truths ... 
Assange "arrested" ...
Wars being fought under different arguments ... 
However, the real reason is about the oil.
No human being can live without being watched and monitored.
Resist is necessary!


VOX is the name of the work that is being composed by A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).
The concept is to give voice to great personalities of history transforming in music your speechs.
In today's world, where everyone is self-reporters, there was no need to say anything more. So we decided to give the microphone to the people who really have important things to say.
On our first track (Bestialidad) we use the speech of Ernesto CHE Guevara in homage to PATRICE LUMUMBA, realized in the auditorium of the UN in 1965.
Our second track in honor of poet and activist MUTABARUKA.

VOX é o nome do trabalho que está sendo composto pelo A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).


O conceito é dar voz a grandes personagens da história e musicar seus discursos.
No mundo atual, em que todos são repórteres de si mesmo e entopem as redes sociais com suas ideias e informações do tipo: onde estão, o que estão fazendo, pra onde vão, de onde vieram, quem sou eu? ... 
Não era necessário dizer mais nada e sim dar a palavra a seres que deveriam ser ouvidos!
Em nossa primeira track (Bestialidad), demos voz a Ernesto Che Guevara, sampleando um discurso feito por ele, no auditório central da ONU em 1965, em homengem a PATRICE LUMUMBA, a segunda track é DIS POEM 4 MUTABARUKA, em homenagem ao poeta e ativista jamaicano. 
O último single é uma homenagem a Pixies, Fight Club & Chuck Palahniuk, dando voz ao revolucionário Tyler Durden...

Exodus XXI Century - A.F.C. feat MC Lápide e Wlamir Fusão Madô Rocha.

A.F.C.

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