Slight change of style with this one. A slower, funkier 100 bpm groove goin’ on:) 
Same sound set as in previous C-tracks so you can hear
left side: Subharmonicon
right side: Labyrinth
Drums/precussion: ER-1 & DRM-1
Acid synth: FB-383
Sample: Octatrack mkii

Technical note: Been having dropouts lately (while recording) that you may or may notice from time to time. Apologies for that! Not sure what the technical issues are but when you use a lot of hardware & cables accidents can happen;) 24 bit/48 khz wav recording (Kontrol S8/Traktor). Headphones recommended!

C25-C26

☀☂ ≋ Evening beach ≋ ☂☀

IDOWNLOADEDTHEAMENBREAKANDNOWIMMAKINGBREAKCOOOORE

deviant art fail. (botb ohb no. 93)

grope a grape and grip a grate
ancestral clone inside the gate
squeeze your eye and squish it good
everyone inside the hood
lick the dust and cut your teeth
decorate a pxtone wreath
stare at us perilous merrilous
to the crumbling sacred throne of mold

Grope a Grape

Take care. / 気を付けてね。

(pv)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=irQInud4G9I
https://www.nicovideo.jp/watch/sm36709821

(off vo.)
https://swandive.s-ul.eu/PowsovOE.flac

Five Minutes Behind Where Heaven Was ft. Yamine Renri / ヘブンが居た場所の五分前 ft. 闇音レンリ

Singles

King Crown

zeitraum walking

https://battleofthebits.com/arena/XHB/5135/

cover of https://battleofthebits.com/arena/Entry/RazerekEatsASardineAndImmediatelyDiesUltraHardcoMinecraftNoScope/36147/

RazerekEatsASardineAndImmediatelyDiesUltraHardcoMinecraftNoScope (kfaraday cover)

this game jus got announced today and it inspired me to make sum music, go check it out at

https://twitter.com/baddieball

baddieball fanart theme1

Imagine, if you will, a little farmer girl. She lives in the outskirts of the galaxy, on the surface of a barren moon, its name forgotten long ago, with barely an atmosphere. Her farm she got from their parents. They died, both, on a war no one speaks about anymore, so she has to run whatever is left of them. She wakes up early (though the sun rarely sets) and goes to sleep at nine. She waters alien crops all day, then pulls whatever alien weeds she's found. A few animals she takes care of: a friendly cow, two fat pigs, a proud rooster who took care of the hens and a cat called Bread who had lived way too many years for its species. There's also a droid she uses from time to time, though the thing, a relic nonetheless, barely works. After work she sits down on the porch of the little house she grew in, the little brown house near the barn painted cliché red. There she stares at the stars through the dome, wondering what's out there. Once a month some merchants come their way and tell her stories while selling their goods and buying her crops. Those are stories about great empires expanding across many solar systems, about great peoples known for the wonders they have built, about small people, simple people who made it big and became heroes and did good! She could almost see herself there, travelling the stars on a big ship, wondering about the kinds of worlds out there: ringed worlds, desert worlds, snowy planets and gas giants. But, oh, how could she get out of that dome? How could such a small creature venture itself in the vastness of space? And what about the farm? That farm--the only remnant of her parents, and the animals, they could not be left alone. She went to sleep that night wondering if her destiny was bound to that barren moon nobody had a name for. She would dream of adventures and heroes, and of love maybe, and of habitable worlds and some hazardous awaiting for her--be it known to her or not, and then this song plays.

Grope a Grape

agargara