Chillsynth Automnale 2024

new cyberpunk track style! :)

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Metha

A great comeback from Portuguese artist STREETEMPTY, with a new track that lifts us into universal space. welcome back home.

STREETEMPTY - Transmission

Crystal Clear Skies

Walking Alone

Idk why sundays make me feel like releasing music. So i sat down to finish this today :)

Glowing

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

Keep It Moving

Digital Campfire

I Want To Know (Extended)

https://skykot.bandcamp.com/album/silent-sky-ep

Misty Lullaby (full EP Silent Sky at Buy Link)

Interlude II

Curves (feat. Jakob Betke)

Sacrifice

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." - Oscar Wilde

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20 forehand.

☕ BeatBootica – Caffeine & Chill

Willkommen zu Caffeine & Chill, dem neuen Album von BeatBootica – eine Reise durch sanfte Lo-Fi Beats, cozy Chillhop Grooves und warme Lounge-Vibes.
Perfekt zum Lernen, Arbeiten oder einfach zum Entspannen bei einer guten Tasse Kaffee.

Mit einer Mischung aus urbanen Nacht-Szenen, träumerischen Klanglandschaften und organischen Sounds bringt dich dieses Album in einen Flow, der dich den Alltag vergessen lässt.
Jeder Track erzählt eine kleine Geschichte – von „Morning Brew“ bis „Last Sip“ – wie ein musikalischer Kaffee-Tag von Sonnenaufgang bis Mitternacht.

Was dich erwartet:
🎧 warme Vinyl-Atmosphäre
🌆 urbane Late-Night-Stimmung
☁️ dreamy Ambient-Vibes
☕ cozy Coffeehouse-Feeling

Unser Motto:
👉 enjoy life und seid lieb zueinander. 💜

Tauche ein in den Sound von BeatBootica und finde deinen persönlichen Chill-Moment.

VHS Dreams

🌌 City Reverie – a hypnotic blend of Cyberpunk, Synthwave, Dreamwave, Vaporwave, and Chillwave. A soundscape where retro nostalgia meets futuristic visions, carried by lush synths, warm atmospheres, and pulsating rhythms.

🎶 Perfect for late-night drives, deep focus, or drifting into neon-lit dreams.
Immerse yourself in glowing cityscapes, fading memories, and the endless pulse of the digital future.

Chrome Drift

This is Volt Age!

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Then he created light, darkness, day, night and so on. What he didn’t think of when creating and separating things was that there would be powers that reunite those worthless parts. Forces that generate the yet forgotten state which had been there since long before someone got it all wrong. Now those powers rise again: they synthesize. It’s the beginning of a marvelous era that will last forever. VOLT AGE is the sound of birth, the light of night and the feeling of, well, the 80s. Now, you should see that there is more than the things you can experience by yourself: the music that makes another. Stop believing. Start dancing. Find your joy in this mortal world. They say if you die you see a glorious, shiny light. One should say that if you live you hear VOLT AGE. Get ready for the future of origin.

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Enjoy the playlist made in northern Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer

New playlist the first day of the season assembling titles released during this time of year



*Disclamer*
Playlists are only curated according to my personal taste and appreciation of what is chillsynth. Obviously non exhaustive.
Titles are not sorted in any specific way.

Artwork: Paul Yves Camille

Curves (feat. Jakob Betke)

Volt Age

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