AMATEUR EXOTIC'S PREMIERES

AMATEUR EXOTISM

@user-187237364

Artwork: Derek Savard
www.instagram.com/drocks024

Quiet Sea Fast Current Tale By ''Tales From The Id'' :
https://www.instagram.com/talesfromtheid
https://contacttalesfromth.wixsite.com/mysite

In the cold vastness of day, I think of last summer and of its taste. Sickly sweet, like pink bubble gum. The heavy drip of clarity beats its way through the murk and runs down the back of my throat. I miss the taste, I miss the heat, I miss the rivers and the trees. All I have now are these tulips. A bunch of tulips on my lap and the occasional glimpse of reality shooting past me from outside the window. A fleeting glimpse of paradise.

The pull and the push. A big knot in my stomach. My phone beeps and the motion is lost. The wheels begin to rust. The walls stare at me, the ceiling stares at me, the other passengers stare at me, the driver stares at me, the open window stares at me. I am happy for the breeze. So are the tulips. It reminds us there’s a world outside all of this. A little peek at a better place. It brings us hope and makes us giddy. My beautiful giddy tulips, please forgive me. I should never have brought you here.

The floor stares, the people stare, the tulips stare, from my lap they stare. Outside the window...I see my bones pirouette on their spool. This causes me to jolt a little. Consciousness creeping in, tapping at the door, dragging me out of my stupor. Me and the tulips, together we stare.

Swallow hard shards of the mirror: clot throat dull pulse churning ridged trapped.

It’s dark now. I must have dozed off. Everything is coated in a thin layer of silvery moonlight. Everything looks dead, dead as bones. Even the velveteen tulips have lost their lustre. The sky is dense with electricity. The unholy black tide waits to engulf us all. The tulips cry for water.

A dreaded glow emitted from my phone screen. Framed by the blackened innards of the transport. Silhouetted things, ghastly and evil that loom over me. Strange world, grotesque and unrecognizable. Noises creeping in through the cracks, shoveled into my ears until my head is full and I begin to hiss like a deflating balloon. The ‘ratatat’ of fingers on keys on keys on keys on keys on keys on keys on keys on keys. Nightmarish repetition.

The after-glow. The journey. The tulips withering. Violently, violently. Quietly, quietly. The distant glow of streetlights and tenement blocks. The inevitability of destination.

STEVE PEPE - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S QUIET SEA FAST CURRENT

@heiko-h-gogolin
@pingipung

Artwork: Vision Collage
https://www.instagram.com/visionscollage

The moon is hungry and calls to be fed,
cries to come into the bedroom through
the skylight and crawl under the covers,
to curl up at your breast and purr.
The moon caterwauls on the back fence
saying I burn, I am hot as molten silver.
I am the dancer on the roof who wakes you.
Rise to me and I will melt you to silk dust.
I am the passion you have forgotten
in your long sleep, but now your bones glow
through your flesh, your eyes see in the dark.
On owl wings, you will hunt through the night.

- Marge Piercy - The Hunger Moon

HEIKO GOGOLIN - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S MOON HUNGER

@polbalam
@tepeme-musica

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden & Mostrosinside
https://www.instagram.com/mostrosinside
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

Skinful of bowls, he bowls them,
The hip going in and out of joint, dropping the spine
With the urgency of his hurry
Like a cat going along under thrown stones, undercover,
Glancing sideways, running
Under his spine. A terrible, stump-legged waddle
Like a thick Aztec disemboweller,
Club-swinging, trying to grind some square
Socket between his hind legs round,
Carrying his head like a brazier of spilling embers,
And the black bit of his mouth, he takes it
Between his back teeth, he has to wear his skin out,
He swipes a lap at the water-trough as he turns,
Swiveling the ball of his heel on the polished spot,
Showing his belly like a butterfly
At every stride, he has to turn a corner
In himself and correct it. His head
Is like the worn-down stump of another whole jaguar,
His body is just the engine shoving it forward,
Lifting the air up and shoving on under,
The weight of his fangs hanging the mouth open,
Bottom jaw combing the ground. A gorged look,
Gangster, club-tail lumped along behind gracelessly,
He’s wearing himself to heavy ovals,
Muttering some mantra, some drum-song of murder
To keep his rage brightening, making his skin
Intolerable, spurred by the rosettes, the cain-brands,
Wearing the spots from the inside,
Rounding some revenge. Going like a prayer-wheel,
The head dragging forward, the body keeping up,
The hind legs lagging. He coils, he flourishes
The blackjack tail as if looking for a target,
Hurrying through the underworld, soundless.

''Ted Hughes - Second Glance At Jaguar''

POL BALAM - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S JAGUAR TRANSFORMATION

@saphileaum

Artwork: Saphileaum
https://www.instagram.com/saphileaum

Watcher On The Hills Tale by Saphileaum, edited by @david-dephy

…and the watcher was sitting at the edge of a hill. Only the sky was above him and the night was so near in that second.

No one knows how long he was sitting silently — a century. He was looking up to the sky. Just watching it, nothing more really. Not a thought, any thought.

His mind was calm and clean after all that noise he left behind. Never has anyone looked at the sky and never has the sky looked at anyone so lovingly before. He knew his glance was as an imprint on water, two lovers as one flesh and soul, and suddenly, the watcher’s temple started to shine. 

He felt lighting up all around him. A fleeting glimpse of the infinite sky was dancing in his mind, he heard music from far beyond, pulsing on its very end. The watcher stood up in the sky and followed the music of lighting. He was dancing too.

The watcher’s temple was drifting in the air, he became transparent and soft as a feather. Every feeling and sense in him and all around him was beating as the heartbeats. The sky was roaring and transcending.

The watcher had lost balance, as if he lost his own breath, and started to lift. The sky was pulling him over as a magnetic field, welcoming him home in the heart of its own self. 

He kissed the air, his transparent kiss embraced constellations and slowly melted into the divine silence and the nectar of sweet transformation was poured over him entirely. 

His temple, pulsating by the essence of heartbeat, disappeared into the transparent sphere of purest blazing flame. He had become as subtle as air — nourished by the distant lights and then he became a star surrounded by silence, gently sliding all over the night sky, and then he became the whole cosmos and the universe and…

SAPHILEAUM - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S WATCHER ON THE HILLS

@mongtong

Artwork: Evils Ister
https://www.instagram.com/evilsisterart

Zhou Huang Zhou peered into the structural weaving of the materials of the small temple, studying the symbols inscribed on the walls and the neat patterns of the roof...Between the rows of statues of deities, Taoist priests dressed in gray clothes walked back and forth and talked to the parishioners...
A 30-year-old programmer from Neihu came to the Temple of Joyful Grace to undergo a Guanlingshu ritual - during which he intended to enter the spirit world - a place where gods, ghosts, and deceased ancestors are believed to live...
The totality of the beliefs and traditions of his native land fueled the idea that every person - past, present, and future has a home in the spiritual world, and the state of each room is symbolically linked to a tangible aspect of life...

This was his third appearance on the doorstep of the world beyond perception - two other attempts were unsuccessful...For some reason, the spirits did not answer his call...But this time Zhou felt inexplicable confidence that today the door of the inner alchemy will be revealed to them...Taking a deep breath, he entered the temple...

The great hall was lit with many candles, the floors were covered with carpets with mantras and mandalas...In the сenter, in front of the inner sanctuary, there were rows of chairs, on each back of which a red piece of cloth hung...The monk urged the faithful to take courage when entering the spirit world...A small shiver ran down Zhou's spine, but there is no other way and he takes one of the chairs...

The monk's voice was loud, but soft at the same time:

- You will return from the spirit world, - he said, - but many of you will not return the same...Take these red scraps of cloth and blindfold ... Focus on the rhythm of my instrument and free your mind from worldly worries and do not rationalize what you see, do not involve the mind in this process...

Having said this, he began to recite a mantra and play on a small wooden drum...Three other monks slowly emerging from different corners, echoed him and their voices merged in that flow...

A house appeared before Zhou's inner gaze, without hesitation he opened the door and found himself in the living room, where he saw an old man sitting on the sofa...

- Greetings, Zhou, my name is Ug... Finally, you've reached this state...Look what a mess in this room, we need to streamline your life, help me remove everything that interferes with the circulation of energy...Pay attention to how much you brought a lot of junk here, every object takes attention and energy, prevents you from focusing on important aspects...

Zhou nodded silently and they began to swap objects, creating corridors along which, as if through veins, a golden snake of energy began to move...At some point, Ug raised his hand up, symbolizing that they needed to go up to the second floor...The staircase arose by itself...There was one door on the upper floor, closed with a large padlock...Zhou looked inquiringly at the South...

- This is the door of your heart...What big lock did you hang on it, ask yourself who are you hiding from? Here, take this key and open it, let love live inside...

The silver key turned softly in the lock, the door opened and a radiant stream of the sound of this mix filled the space...

Removing the blindfold from his eyes, Zhou was no longer the same...

MONG TONG 夢東 - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S JOYFUL BENEFICENCE

@caykh
@enhancementcenter
https://www.facebook.com/enhancementcenter

Artwork: Axis Mundi aka Ventral Is Golden & Dima Rabik

https://instagram.com/ventralisgolden
https://www.instagram.com/dimarabik

AMATEUR EXOTIC

ÇAYKH - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S AHA-ERLEBNIS!

@soundsofogigia

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://instagram.com/ventralisgolden

Return to Uxmal tale by @ventralisgolden

There is a Mayan folktale that was recited by an old mayan man, who claimed to be sitting inside a portal at the base of the largest pyramid in the site of Uxmal. 
The story says that a long time ago, a Bruja (sorceress) used to live near Uxmal in the shadow of the tyrannical Governors’ Palace. One day, whilst collecting herbs, she found a colourful egg on the forest floor. She took the egg and laid it in the corner of her house and protected it with cloth and grasses and prayed to it every morning.

One morning whilst praying, she noticed the egg beginning to hatch. The next day when she awoke, the egg had fully cracked open and a tiny child was laying next to it.
The child was a quick learner, and already had the ability to speak, walk and write. As the years went by, the child grew older, his mind broadened, his hair thickened, but his body remained the same size. He approached the Bruja anxiously and asked why his body wasn't growing.
The Bruja told him, “there are some who measure their achievements by material gain and there are some who’s wealth exists beyond the body. Remember, you must always inspire the voices of the gods, but listen to the hearts of the people, so they too can remember.”
The child looked understandingly into the Bruja’s eyes. 

The next day, the child and the Bruja climbed the steps into the Governor’s palace, where the Governor had heard about his broad range of knowledge and so challenged him to three trials.
The first was to build the sac-bey (white road) to connect Uxmal to a nearby city. The child worryingly looked to the Bruja. “Ask him to lay the first stone and then see what happens” she said. The Governor, with much effort, placed the first stone. The child placed the next stone with hardly any effort, being aided by the secret power of the Bruja.
Furious at being upstaged, the Governor’s next trial was to ask the child to build a temple overnight, taller than any other seen on this land.
The child went back to the Bruja’s house where she consoled him by whistling until he fell asleep. The next morning the child awoke on top of the Temple of the Soothsayer, a pyramid perfectly aligned to the movements of Venus.
At this point, the Governor was losing his mind, and so thought up the third and final challenge - to break three cocoyoles over their heads. The first person to break one cocoyole would rule over all of Uxmal. 

With the secret power of the Bruja’s song, she was able to soften the cocoyoles of the child, whilst the Governor accidentally killed himself trying to prove his strength by force.
As the new Governor of Uxmal, the Bruja decided to turn her back from society. Instead she now walks an underground tunnel where she sometimes be heard whistling a magical tune to protect the serpent who guards the subterranean river systems that flow between Uxmal and the two surrounding ancient sites.

Uxmal, meaning “built three times” is a mirror into the ancient world of Indian mythology via the story of Vamana, the dwarf / child avatar of Vishnu, who met with a pious demon king who mocked Vamana and believing himself to be superior, granted him anything he desired. 
Vamana replied “I desire only the land that I can cover by taking three strides”. 
The king accepted his offer and Vamana transformed into Vishnu and grew to the size of the universe and in three strides, covered the realms of earth, heaven and aether.

PAKO VEGA - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S RETURN TO UXMAL

@m-rble
@digrecs

Artwork: AAlisa Gvozdeva
https://www.instagram.com/vizhu.figu

Mårble is the alias of musician and multi-instrumentalist Anton Glebov. "1691" is his first solo long-playing album after quite a long break, and this is a great comeback! The album is filled with spiritual and spaced-out jazz-inspired music, recorded mainly by Mårble all by himself in his former studio in Saint Petersburg during the years 2021 and 2022. The studio was a big inspiration for Anton. He and his friends made a really special place, where instead of their home studios, they finally had no limits and could play and record music with ease. Even the name of the album is an homage to the studio; the number of the studio's door was 1691.

At the time when the album was in the process of making, Mårble was listening to a lot of Afro-Cuban music and Latin jazz. You start to hear it from the first seconds, and it's such a unique blend of these genres and his rich musical experience and vision. "1691" is full of different moods and echoes, and yet it is a really complete work. The album starts with the track "Unified Force" and ends with "Magic", those are two "new-agy", spiritual tracks where your mind just wants to drift on the soundwaves peacefully, but in-between you get a huge variety of compositions. Each one has its own unique story that needs to be heard. Some of the tracks on the album are more intense, like "Chomga", "3th of December" or "Pedritto", where suddenly you get sounds of slightly distorted trumpet or singing in Portuguese/gibberish, and other tracks with a more relaxed atmosphere, like "Jr. Pomidor" you can almost call Balearic. Also, can't forget to mention the great work of saxophone and flute player Slavik Ipatov who has recorded parts for tracks "Boss Latinoss", "Yog Cave" and "Pedritto".

The artwork for this record was made by an artist Alisa Gvozdeva, who's been working on previous Mårble releases a lot. On the back of the "1691" vinyl record cover, you will be able to see the drawing of the studio, thanks to which the recording of this album became possible.

"1691" is a truly great and unique album from start to finish, and we hope you'll enjoy it just like we do.

1691

PREMIERE | MÅRBLE - MAGIC [DiG RECORDS]

@settimatacca

Artwork: Mitch Meseke Collage
https://www.instagram.com/mitch_meseke_collage

Within the depths of my journey, I have immersed myself in the sacred teachings, intricate methods, and hallowed ateliers of the venerable painters of yore...Through tireless dedication and devotion, I have assimilated their profound essence, etching their transcendent wisdom upon the canvas of my soul...

With each brushstroke, I beckon the shadows of antiquity to dance upon the tapestry of the creation, invoking forgotten narratives that resonate in the depths of human consciousness...I blend vibrant pigments infused with centuries of spiritual resonance, coaxing hues to meld in divine harmony, mirroring the symphony of the celestial spheres...

This voyage of the spirit intertwines with my mortal vessel, melding ancient truths with contemporary vision...It is a symphony of artistry that echoes the sacred geometry of the universe, where each line is imbued with a profound message, and every meticulous stroke tells a tale of the divine...The rhythmic dance of my brush reveals the subtle language of the cosmos, whispering secrets of unity and interconnectedness that transcend the boundaries of time and space...

Immersed in the alchemy of color and texture, I am but a vessel, a conduit for the whispers of the masters who have come before me...Their wisdom, like a timeless river, flows through my veins, guiding my hand as it gracefully navigates the sacred path of creation...In their footsteps, I tread, forging a bridge between worlds, merging the realms of earthly existence with the boundless dimensions of the spiritual...

I invite you to surrender to the echoes of contemplation, to peer through the veils of perception and catch a fleeting glimpse of eternity...Let the layers of pigment and symbolism wash over you, transcending the mundane and guiding you to the essence of the human experience—a profound connection to the divine tapestry that weaves us all together...

SETTIMA TACCA - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S ECHOES OF THE CONTEMPLATION

@sabla
@twinsystem

TLPITS02 : Lurched Purple (ii)
The second of three tapes - ‘Tendrils Lurched Purple In The Slush’.

LUCHED PURPLE

PREMIERE | SABLA - FLAMES BALLAD [TWIN SYSTEM]

Cooked by @baster-jazzster

Artwork: Fon Something
https://www.instagram.com/fon_something

In the mystical realms of sound, where the vibrations of exotic melodies intertwine with the unseen, there exists a transcendent symphony known only to those who dare to explore the ethereal corridors of the mind. This esoteric composition, woven from the threads of tribalorientalism and bathed in the whispers from the Nirvakalpa, beckons the listener into a dimension where time dances in rhythmic undulations.

The notes, like veils of sound, reveal glimpses of hidden truths, inviting the curious soul to embark on a journey through the labyrinthine passages of consciousness. The melodies, inspired by the esoteric wisdom of distant lands, resonate with the mysticism of the East. Instruments, both familiar and otherworldly, come together in a cosmic dance, creating a tapestry of sound that defies conventional boundaries. The rhythm, like a heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the universe, guides the listener through the shifting sands of perception.

In this auditory pilgrimage, the seeker becomes a voyager, navigating the spaces between notes and the silences that linger in the air. The exoticism of the music is a vessel, carrying the listener into the heart of a sacred sound ceremony, where the boundaries of the mundane are blurred, and the spirit is free to dance with the infinite.

01. Roger Melt - L'Am OuSons Bois
02. Drapizdat - Кутабы (@dada_papa, @not-not-fun-1)
03. Dino Sabatini - Plena Lunar (@dino-sabatini, @outis-music)
04. V.A.L.I.S. - Zenbaba (@lostlegion)
05. Apichat Pakwan - Lao Cow (@apichat-pakwan)
06. The Disciples - Kalpa
07. Nyati Mayi & The Astral Synth Transmitters - Try Sunshine (@nyatimayitheastralsynthtransmitters)
08. After Altamont - Tha Spasw Koupes (feat. Dunja Botic) (@insideoutrec)
09. Adel Dhibi - Sabrin (@magicritmo)
10. GFH - Reves Rave (@planettrip)
11. Sim Fossil - Montezuma (@mistert-records, @SimFossil)
12. Soos - Chula (Dance Mix) (@soosisoos)
13. Jun Miyake - Flesh For Eve (Chöko Aba Edit) (@chkkba)
14. Dj Duch - Czas Ucieka
15. The Two Mamarrachos - En Calma (@the-two-mamarrachos, @coyotesounds)
16. Raimunda Navarro - Jungle Fever (Ethnic Mix)
17. Frank Loef - Bazaar (@frankloef)
18. Sound Of Mô - Oki (Club Mix)
19. Paolo Mosca - Ethnictronic (@alteredcircuits, @paolomosca0402x)
20. Paolo Modugno - Visioni Di Pietra
21. Rainbow Generator - Rainbow Raga
22. Dion Monti - Trigu Ucupi (Dion Monti Edit) (@dion-monti)
23. Dj Fary - Peruviana (@magiccarpetrecords)
24. Gem Wallow - I Am 5 Months Old (Simple Symmetry Remix) (@simple-symmetry)
25. Khidja - La Frutta (feat. Tamir Hassan Chen) (@khidja, @malka-tuti)
26. The EQ's - Habib

AMATEUR EXOTIC - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S WHISPERS FROM NIRVAKALPA

@blue_verveine
@ewo_collectif
@ouroboros-crew
https://www.instagram.com/ver__veine

Artwork: Merciful Stranger
https://www.instagram.com/merciful_stranger

གཤིན་རྗེ་གཤེད་, རྡོ་རྗེ་འཇིགས་བྱེད

In the hidden recesses of the cavern devoted to spiritual transcendence, a venerable holy man was engrossed in profound meditation, teetering on the very threshold of Nirvana...

The tranquility enveloping the sacred space was abruptly shattered as two nefarious thieves stealthily infiltrated its hallowed confines. Cloaked in shadows, they dragged along a stolen Bull, callously desecrating the sanctity of the cave. With ruthless brutality, they slaughtered the innocent creature, severing its head without a moment's regard for the violated sanctity...

The holy man, an unwitting spectator to this sacrilege, locked eyes with the intruders. Astonishingly undisturbed by the gruesome spectacle unfolding before him, he allowed the thieves to sever his own head as well. In a surreal metamorphosis, the severed head of the celestial Bull seamlessly replaced his own, transcending the boundaries of conventional life...
Transformed into the celestial figure of Yama - the god of death...The holy man unleashed a torrent of divine anger. Consuming the intruders with insatiable hunger, the wrath of Yama spilled beyond the cavern's confines, threatening to engulf the entire mountain in its ominous embrace...

Faced with this escalating peril, the disciples turned to Manjusri, the embodiment of wisdom. In a fearful struggle against Yama, Manjusri assumed the fierce bull-headed form of Yamantaka, determined to quell the divine fury that now threatened to devour not only the thieves but also the very essence of the sacred mountain...The spiritual battleground resonated with the clash of celestial forces, as wisdom grappled with divine anger in a struggle that transcended mortal comprehension...

VERVEINE - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S YAMANTAKA DANCE

@oliverfl

Artwork: Fon Something
www.instagram.com/fon_something

The boundary between the familiar and the unwilted often feels like a whisper—a thin, almost imperceptible shawl that you only truly feel once it has already enveloped you, like an anaconda writhing in the silence. In my case, it happened on an autumn evening, when the world seemed to begin its quiet transition into the kingdom of winter, bowing to the inevitable cycle of death and rebirth.

It all began with a dream—one of those elusive dreams that slips through your fingers like sand as soon as you try to grasp it. In this dream, I stood on the edge of a vast crater, its borders hidden far beyond the horizon, and inside, the entire space was filled with a thick fog that seemed to breathe and shift like the clouds of a restless mind.

The jungle behind me was alive—evergreen trees stood like columns of forgotten temples, their roots intertwined in a dance with ancient civilizations buried in the lands of eternity. The air was full of legends, and the constellations above were unfamiliar, as if I had stumbled upon an unknown corner of the universe. Shadows moved along the periphery, and I knew them—vague, ancestral outlines, bearing the weight of southern archetypes, echoes of ancient wisdom that always lingered on the edge of my consciousness. These shadows were not just figures of the past; they were keepers of secrets, architects of both my sky and earth.

It was a magical place—a crossroads where space, time, and myth synchronized, and the veil of maya lost its dominion. And I, standing on the edge of the unknown, listening to the music of thundering space, caught in waves of illumination, felt the call of my ancestors and distant galaxies.

JOY BOY - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHERN ARCHETYPES

@shantiagomusic

''Where the mystery is a chant,
when the sacred of the word.
Gatekeepers open secrets,
fierce stories spreading love.

The ancestors smile in the jungle,
golden fountains flushing songs.
The elder explode in rapture,
celebration of mystical force.

The moon is gazing from the temple,
wild spirits carry old songs.
A vibrant fairy sits down and writes,
sages look at your enticing eyes.''

In the clutter of notifications, between the blur of posts and the endless doom scroll, something archaic vibrates in the spaces between thoughts. The sages no longer dwell in old books or ancient temples; they’re here, woven into pixels, wrapped around the axis of routine, whispering through the digital detritus in which we drown.

"The search for meaning in everything is overrated," they murmur. Meaning is fluid, always in beta, forever updated, patched, and remixed. In a world where truths are memes and beliefs crumble with the next viral post, the sages offer no solid ground. Instead, they urge: play. Engage with the fragments of reality that feel true now, even if they contradict what you believed yesterday. The stories we were told—about progress, enlightenment, some higher truth, or a perfect self—have been dismantled, deconstructed, tossed aside. And yet, amidst the debris, something lingers. Not an answer, but a feeling.

Stop fighting the static, the constant information overload, and instead see it as part of a larger rhythm. The chaotic flow of our hyper-connected world isn’t a distraction from reality—it is reality. The trick is not to escape it, but to dance with it, to find moments within the noise and make an art of living from it. This births a certain kind of freedom: the freedom to create meaning on your own terms, knowing all of it is temporary, knowing you may have to tear it all down tomorrow and start again. And that’s the beauty of it.

The whispers of the sages have changed, but the message is still clear, if you know how to listen: life is a bricolage. There is no master plan, no secret truth waiting to be uncovered. Just fragments—beautiful, broken, ever-changing pieces we stitch together as we go, knowing the seams won’t hold. And that’s exactly how it should be....

SHANTIAGO - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S WHISPERS OF THE SAGES

@panagiotis-isopoulos

Artwork: Ed Capos
https://www.instagram.com/edcapos

In the boundless expanse of the Ether, where reality dissolved into shimmering streams of potential, a voice rang out—a recitation not of words, but of vibrations, sonorous and eternal. Here, time and space intertwined in a braid of contradictions, forming a living paradox where dualities coexisted in perfect harmony. Ancient civilizations hummed beside postmodern dreams, their union effortless, as if all truths were facets of the same infinite gem. Echoes of Atlantis glimmered through cracks in the dark matter, illuminating pathways with the knowledge of forgotten centuries and the light of long-extinguished stars.

At the heart of this enigmatic realm stood a colossal spiral—a living monument forged from the alchemy of endlessly generated ideas...Some coils glowed with the quiet endurance of Stoicism, embodying the unyielding foundations of discipline and fortitude...Others erupted in the unbridled chaos of avant-garde creation, where fragments of possibility collided, birthing new realities with every turn...

This spiral was not merely a structure; it was a testament to the boundless interplay of order and chaos, of ancient wisdom and the ceaseless march of the new...It pulsed with the energy of transformation, inviting all who wandered the Ether to lose themselves and, in turn, be remade...

At its core lay the Zodiac, its twelve pillars rotating in perfect synchrony with the pulse of cosmic time. Each sign radiated its unique essence, contributing its voice to the celestial harmony. Above all, the Age of Aquarius reigned, its effulgence like a newborn sun, spilling rays of radiant knowledge and innovation. The light cast prismatic shadows across the Ether, scattering kaleidoscopic truths and illusions, as if inviting every seeker to interpret their meaning anew.

In this realm, nothing was fixed, and yet everything belonged. The Ether itself was alive, breathing in the questions of wanderers and exhaling infinite answers - answers not to be understood but to be felt, absorbed, and transformed within the soul. It was a space where opposites met not to compete, but to create; where the unseen became known, and the known dissolved into mystery.

PANAGIOTIS ISOPOULOS - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S RECITATION IN ETHER

@epdctydi5khw
https://www.instagram.com/utrozhizni

Artwork: Mitch Meseke Collage
https://www.instagram.com/mitch_meseke_collage

Each sound presented on this recording contributes a unique note to the foundational palette, blending folk and experimental musical traditions into an abstract structure reminiscent of a Vedic cosmological diagram, encompassing countless worlds...Here, music transforms into a ritual, a rite of passage - a conduit that resonates with echoes of the primordial past while simultaneously reaching the spectral boundaries of an unknown, abstract future...

The sounds of India and Pakistan immerse themselves in the mystical atmosphere of Sufi melodies, spiraling like prayers etched into the wind...Simultaneously, the whispers of Cambodia evoke memories of the shadowy forests of Angkor, where Buddhist chants ripple like archetypal reflections within a sacred foundation...The Czech Republic offers constrained spaces of experimental sound, layering them with Japanese voices that drift like ghosts, beckoning from realms beyond perception...

Across the Atlantic, America offers a minimalist hum - a hypnotic pulse as primal as a heartbeat - drawing us into the vortex of the numinous...Germany, France, and Peru merge the synthetic and the organic: electronic vibrations dance with Schumann resonances, harmonizing contradictions and dissolving dichotomies...The ancient waltzes with the modern; the natural intertwines with the synthetic... 

This musical alchemy becomes a living mandala of sound - dynamic symbol of unity... Tradition and innovation converge at the border, forming a bridge to the Higher Self...At the heart of this journey lies the psyche’s unknown depths - hymn to the luminous cosmos...In this symphony of worlds, music becomes a mirror, reflecting the labyrinthine path of the soul toward guidance, healing, and the recursive dance of creativity...

UTROZHIZNI - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S DYNAMIC SYMBOL OF UNITY

@amkarahoi
@biardo-recordings
@minereed
@prpluncl
@chereshenkaa

Amkarahoi’s music creates a space for collaboration and individual expression. Their new album offers not only a platform for storytelling but also moments of quiet introspection. The ambient soundscapes, nostalgic collage textures, and an interplay of organic and technological elements transport listeners to a realm where minimalism meets raw emotionality. Cinematic landscapes intertwine with urban energy, evoking a journey through the shared and individual states of being....

L'EAU DE NIL

PREMIERE | AMKARAHOI - OBSCURED BY CLOUDS [BIARDO]

@sordid-sound-system

Artwork: Rapid Space
https://www.instagram.com/rapid_space

An algorithm, a code, a sliding stream of knowledge - neon text in a black void, vibrating, rewriting itself faster than the mind can grasp...It is not just a code...It is living directive, a self-replicating gnosis slipping through the neon capillaries of this mechanism...A snake...A glyph in motion....A living thread...It has the power to penetrate the cracks of Maya, rewriting space effortlessly - both the visible and the unmanifested... Its movements form an imperative, a syntax of the inexpressible...Its body is an error in illusion...
This jungle is more than a tangle of roots; it is a microcircuit, an organic motherboard, humming with forgotten frequencies...Is this the call of a machine dreaming itself into nature, or nature dreaming itself into a machine?  

The slide does not feel like a fall but an initiation...No fear...Avant-garde dissolution into Planck particles...Perception refines, language bifurcates, snatching vibrations as the alphabet sheds its skin...Vision becomes an interface, reality a looped hallucination, sleep a feedback spiral folding into itself...A memory fractal...An attempt to rupture the membrane and let in raw information...

To slide down the snake is to surrender to the impulse of ancient song, to let patterns guide you...So - will you resist? Or will you release everything and dissolve into the stream, becoming the ornament itself? 

SORDID SOUND SYSTEM - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SLIDE DOWN THE SNAKE

@shmulewitz

1111
https://oneoneoneoneone.one

Bandcamp:
https://oneoneoneone.bandcamp.com/album/one-one-one-toca-do-coelho

One One One is the latest appearance to spring forth from the 'ONE' universe – an ever-evolving umbrella entity encompassing numerous musical occasions across the globe – this time presenting a session live-composed over the evening of February 5th, 2024 at the rural mountainous location of Toca do Coelho, Portugal.

BUY TOCA DO COELHO

PREMIERE | ONE ONE ONE - ZAR TSAR BIZZARE (ENJOY BRUTALISM) [1111]

@kartaskvazhin
@vladislav-dobrovolski
@ilya-sadovsky

Piam - The Longest Day LP
https://kartaskvazhin.bandcamp.com/album/the-longest-day

The 33rd release from the Kartaskvazhin label introduces a new album by Piam, the duo of Vlad Dobrovolski and Ilya Sadovsky, masters of organic electronic music from Moscow and Kaluga. Both have long been releasing successful solo records, collaborating on various projects, and performing as part of the quartet Kurvenschreiber.

The Longest Day takes its name from the longest day in The Iliad. Though recorded as a duo, Vlad and Ilya introduce a third, hidden voice through the use of field recordings captured between 2022 and 2023 in India, Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia, and Bali. The hum of engines, the drone of nighttime cities, and the bellowing of a massive ox blend with both technological and natural sounds. Echoes, reverberations, and waves from Vlad and Ilya’s synthesizers do more than complement the collected material. They merge into a single sonic canvas, filled with life from different sides of memory, especially intriguing on deeper listening.

PREMIERE | PIAM - CATS, RIBBONS AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS [КАРТАСКВАЖИН]

@serenades_show
@lvrin-1

Mirage is a musical phenomenon that arises in the atmosphere due to refraction and total internal reflection of analog sound rays at the boundary between layers of trance of varying density, tribal ambient, and futuristic dub.

Thanks to this effect, the observer sees imaginary images of distant objects that are normally hidden behind the horizon, as well as their distorted shapes or reflections.

A mirage you can hear.
Right here.

MIRAGE

PREMIERE | GOLDEN AXE - KATHMANDU [SERENADES]

@minereed
@biardo-records

Listening to Do  U Hav Smile feels a little like opening one of Georges Perec’s notebooks: fragments, repetitions, small gestures observed with care...Nothing insists, yet everything lingers... A question that drifting slowly through Paris, aware that clarity would ruin it...

Listen full album: https://biardo.bandcamp.com/album/reed-flutter

REED FLUTTER

PREMIERE | MINEREED - DO U HVE SMILE [BIARDO RECORDS]

The year is 2016 and what lies before us are the shores of Bonnie Scotland… One early morning when the suns rays begin to saturate the Earth with magical photons, the small town of Meikleour is sleeping sweetly when the lord of the Manor grabs his tartan backpack and jogs out of the house to catch the first morning express to Glasgow… After a few years living, working and playing there he received a parcel in the form of an awakening telling him his inner world required change and new sensations. He weighed his options and took the leap to embark upon a journey which would change and reveal completely new unpredictable facets of himself. After a few years of living in Mountains, Cities and Islands he found himself in the capital of the Vikings... Oslo City, Norway. The life and rhythm of this place completely fascinated our hero and it felt like home, the active development of Scandinavian electronic music and an abundance of smiles, led to the very depths of his being, turning him into the multicultural musician - Kusht... it was only a few months ago he started to DJ and craft his Live set and so it brings Kusht to make a mix-tale for Amateur Exotic reflecting his view of folktronics… In the first half there is an organic narrative that transports your feelings to unknown places and further on there follows a mysterious second half with pre-tantalizing secrets that cut to the backbone of us all, we are all unfolding strangers...

@kusht-music

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KUSHT - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S FRIEND OF THE NIGHT

Autumn shrouded the streets of the Eastern capital in gold color, dyed with crimson Imperial gardens, turning them into even larger treasuries, filled with untold riches and also lit the ceremonial bonfires of the red maples, which were flashing with a bright, ritual flames...Opening the window of his studio, Mamazu San looked thoughtfully at the silhouette of Fuji, towering above the entire island of Honshu, like a cosmic mandala with the center - Meru...The wind picked up his thoughts and carried him through the spaces by the time loops then come back and bring lost folklore elements, which will be folded into the mosaic of the musical concept: World-electronic music...Without even noticing it, in that meditation he plunged into the tropical dimensions, filled with light and life, returning from which, remembering everything in the smallest detais, he recorded the special mix for Amateur Exotic... 

Part of the creative life of Tokyo - Mamazu, the founder of label Hole & Holland, who started combining his sets back in the mifddle 90s, presents his new compilation... 

Arigatougozaimasu! 

@mamazu

MAMAZU - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S ビーコン

@udasa
@garasadahrecords
Artwork: Ventral Is Golden...

Following along the lines of Erdeniin Tobchi that unlock the gates into the worlds of introspection, we find ourselves in a mysterious place... Dormnant black rocks around are left in place of dancing flames inside a once active volcano.  Chiseling celestial expanses, traces of falling stars envelop us in a gentle embrace. 

Fresh air of a rocky highlands eases tension, and while centering the Ida and Pingala, elevates us onto a higher and higher planes of consciousness...
Breathing through Ajna... Inhale, exhale...

Moon rises above the mountains. It’s silver light forms a tree, branches of which emerge from the very core of Being. There, among the various indescribable visions, Udasa is waiting for us, seated on the stone tortoise shell. Chanting the sacred mantra, he leads us onto a new chapter of Amateur Exotic tales...

UDĀSA / उदास  - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S KARAKORAM / कृष्णागिरी

@shahanvit

Artwork: Mr. Babies
https://www.instagram.com/mr.babies

Faster than the speed of light, our teleport comet - DS-17, splitting spaces and times dive into large and small wormholes, moves through different parts of boundless space... 
Constellations, nebulae, planets are sparkling surround...Weird flying objects, are explored with deep interest what’s just passed through them? 
At some point perception of what’s happening is absolutely lost, and it erases line between manifestation and potentiality... 
With clear spontaneity, a feeling of trust and confidence gradually appears from the inside...Full acceptance in the direction at which an unknown force leads us... 
Suddenly, scattering darkness a shining ray of the Primordial Light, with the great magical power of the Word of the Central Sun picked it up by its ‘’hand’’ and we found ourselves ''here''...Combinations of sounds simply cannot convey what opens in front of inner eye... 
The ripple of thought is readable as - ''Garodmana, Garodmana''...Age Of Aquarius is open doors to The Abode of the Song, where Ahura Mazda plays the new chapter of Amateur Exotic’s mixtale’s!

AHURA MAZDA - AMATEUR EXOTIC: GARODMANA'S SONG

@darshan-atmosphere
@masalarecords
@tikkimasala

Artwork: Ed Capos

https://www.instagram.com/edcapos

The endless stream of spiritual knowledge seekers, that are heard many-sided stories about enlightenment, flies to India every day...They wanna visit the temple, which according to the words of Rishi Vasistha, written by the Brahmanas on the ancient shlokas many, many kalpas back, founded by Lord Vishnu, incarnated on Earth, for one of his leela's...
Paving the path through the aftermaths of untreated karmic connections, instantly materializing with an enviable constancy, they get rid of excess ego baggage, which with great resistance, almost like gravity, clings to crumbling patterns of illusory self-identification and ''reading'' the world...Gradually, steadily going through the various stages of purification, performing lustrations and austerities, structuring themselves, remain only those who are truly determined to go to the end and they end up in the temple...

High steps, with Sanskrit letters on it, are lead to a small antarala - to a place, where along with the remnants of the worldly, burns all gained experience, cause upon entering the gates, everything ceases to have any meaning - there is only THIS...
The atmosphere of mystery and excitement awe fills the space...Walls with carved patterns that are forming stories, narrated in the old scriptures, guide along winding corridors...The complex itself represents a detailed model of the universe with Tree of life and Meru mountain at the middle, at the foot of which, in a huge hall transmissive cosmic energy, blissfully contemplate thousands of statues of the gods and goddesses from the Indian pantheon, intuitively attracted to the images that are felt close...

Those who have surpassed the Himalayas themselves in their intention and perseverance, freed from Samsara, reach this peak and become able to comprehend the Divine reality...Let's try our strengths together with the pilgrims, who are leading us along the path of this Darshan in a new chapter of Amateur Exotic Mixtales!

DARSHAN ATMOSPHERE - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S AUSPICIOUS SIGHT

@quequme

Artwork: AXIS MUNDI = Dima Rabik & Ventral Is Golden

https://www.instagram.com/dimarabik_
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

On a colorful tapestry woven from many pieces: emerald mountains, valleys, foggy ridges, and underground labyrinths a tribe of Viet, creating a terrace beyond the terrace, rising closer to heaven, cultivated rice...Every day they worked from dawn to dusk, filling the space with their voices, thoughts, strength...
Years passed the rich grew, viets became lazier and lazier, and then completely ceased cultivating the land and caring for rice, instead immensely absorbed sake...And so, in one evening, they blinded rice cake and started shooting at it from a bow...The soul enclosed in rice could not bear the terrible insult, and, turning into a white bird Au-Ko, flew away, taking with it its former productivity fields...The peasants became poorer, the famine began in the village and they left all their worldly accumulations, gathered their seals and set off to look for new lands for the fields...

The sun has almost hidden behind the horizon, leaving behind the experience of the day and in the meantime, two travelers, eager for self-knowledge, for several hours, juggling their feet, moving from one hill to another, were approaching an abandoned village...Noticeably tired of such adventures, these two were almost ready to simply lie down somewhere, make a fire and tell some spiritual tales... But, as soon as such states began to creep up and sit on their shoulders, slowing them down, a radiant burst of lights and subsequently followed by a rhythmic rustle, made them reconsider their plans...

Carefully, without making any noise, they crept up to the edge of one of the terraces and their mouths opened by themselves: with the arrival of night, from different parts of the valley to our rice field, as if attracted by an invisible magnet from all sides, natural elementals, animals and insects are began to fly, run, teleport...Radiance filled the air with many sounds levitating in space, intertwined in bizarre combinations playing with each other...The flow of energy began to be structured into the tangible form of a huge white bird sitting on the highest tier...It was Au-Ko...
Nothing could hide from the sight of the Soul of rice - she called these two wanderers...Not daring to resist this force, in some kind of unconscious mode they crawled out of their shelter...All life forms parted, letting them into the center of the field...The soul said:

- I see that your hearts and thoughts are pure, and your bodies are tired of long wanderings, so now it will be your new home, appreciate nature, cultivate rice and you will be happy...

Having said that, she flung her wings and flew away and all the abundance of creatures disappeared, leaving the two who found their home alone with this impression, about which they made up the legend, which became the new chapter of Amateur Exotic mixtales!

UME - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S RICE FIELD NIGHT TRAFFIC JAM

@echo-and-rauschen

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

The area was teeming with hospitable islets of ancient forest, filled with grouping spiral patterns, separated by foamy seas of spongy stone, which, in neat curves, infused their presence into this fortunate flora...The abundance of birds and swirling insects vibrated against of an imperceptibly rising sloping mountain...In the center of which was a gaping crevice, what was giving freedom to the flow of water that was falling into the unknown, hidden green veil...

The sounds of the river, splashed with ecstatic drops...They were together...Slowly moving on their boat in this stream of non-reflective nature, periodically looking into each other's eyes, but without saying a word, in some unknown way, with glances from the outside, they contemplated their incarnations, and, perhaps, saw them for the first time without an illusion...
The waves of time beat against the sides of the boat, leaving small notches, similar to mathematical mandalas, depicting the structure of space - from the electron to the galaxy...

Nature was happy to help them and show where is impulse that forms the experience of a fundamental nature comes from and share this elixir of life...Having drained the cups, the experience of dissolving ego contributed the opportunity to finally turn the vector of attention into direction of higher dimensions...Following comprehension of unite organism, which is in constant transformation, communicating at every moment, the deeply experienced mystery of an unfulfilled future, gives an awareness of responsibility for its fate, cause only by accepting it you can hear this score of the biocosmic symphony...

ECHO AND RAUSCHEN - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S INVISIBLE LANDSCAPE

@ventralisgolden

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

I had written in substance that in the mythic tradition the Mountain is the bond between Earth and Sky. Its solitary summit reaches the sphere of eternity and its base spreads out in manifold foothills into the world of mortals. It is the way by which man can raise himself to the divine and by which the divine reveals itself to man. The patriarchs and prophets of the Old Testament beheld the Lord face to face in high places. For Moses it was Mount Sinai and Mount Nebo; in the New Testament, it is the Mount of Olives and Golgotha. I went so far as to discover this ancient symbol of the mountain in the pyra­midal constructions of Egypt and Chaldea. Turning to the Aryans, I recalled those obscure legends of the Vedas in which the Soma— the ‘nectar’ which is the ‘seed of immortality’ —is said to reside in its luminous and subtle form ‘within the mountain’. In India, the Himalayas are the dwelling place of Siva, of his spouse ‘the Daughter of the Mountain’ and of the ‘Mothers’ of all worlds, just as in Greece the king of the gods held court on Mount Olympus…

And what defines the scale of the ultimate symbolic mountain -the one I propose to call Mount Analogue - is its inaccessi­bility to ordinary human approaches. For a mountain to play the role … its summit must be inaccessible but its base accessible to human beings as nature has made them. It must be unique and it must exist geographically. The door to the invisible must be visible.

VENTRAL IS GOLDEN - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S DESCENT FROM MOUNT ANALOGUE

@tikkimasala
@masalarecords

Kashmir - is one of the most beautiful and mysterious places on Earth...Natural beauty, attuning to a poetic and creative mood, manifested itself in its most magnificent forms...The high mountains provided all local residents with reliable protection from enemy invasions and a convenient irrigation system created all the necessary conditions for life, freeing them from excessive daily worries...
And it is precisely in such, close to ideal conditions, over the centuries, that the great thinkers and sages of India described their experiences of the truth that were revealed to them in practices...

In one of the many hidden caves on Mount Mahadeva, lived a great, blessed guru named Vasugupta...Marked by the grace of Shakti and with blessings to complete devotion to his beliefs and contemplative practices, pure in heart, he honored Shiva and the sacred succession of numerous yoginis and siddhas...
With sadness in his heart, he observed as different tribes raided the region like demons of the mind, constantly pulling out of the measured rhythm of life, comparable to meditation...

Every night, going to bed, he formed the same question:

“Oh, Great Maheshwara! The secret tradition should not be lost for the human world under the onslaught of the adherents of those who want to destroy any mention of the ways that are guided to self-realization and instilling a purely materialistic perception of reality... Tell me how to convey to them the knowledge of the wise? "

And so, spontaneously, by the grace of the Highest, the desired revelation was revealed to him:

- “There is a huge stone on the Eastern slope - you walk by to do your morning and evening ablutions in the river...Look closely, the sign of Trishul is inscribed on it...Throw away all doubts and raise it...On the other side, you will find engraved secret teaching...Go and show mercy to the worthy "

Waking up, he went straight to this stone...The sign of Trishul shone with a bright flame in its very core...Based on sensory experience, visually, it seemed impossible to lift such a lump...But, Vasugupta remembered the instructions of Shiva ... Closing his eyes, he pushed that there are forces this stone and that, as if weightless, moved aside and laid bare the sacred texts - Shiva Sutras...Realizing it, he revealed this knowledge to all Kashmir, bringing peace...

TIKKI MASALA - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SHIVA SUTRAS : VASUGUPTA DREAM (वासुगुप्त द्रव्यम्)

@vladomarkovic

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

I stood knee-deep in turquoise seawater sparkling in the sunbeams...Behind my back, as if existing in some other layer of reality, were buildings that are partially wrapped in vegetation and filled with thoughts, feelings, and voices of people...It was almost like a dream, some kind of incomprehensible substance, consisting of billions of particles...The state was - wind...And this feeling cannot be confused with anything else...

- Oh how nameless, how free I am!

It was a thought hovering like a seagull over this archipelago...I wanted to speak with it in the bird language, to see from a flight altitude, to find out, or rather even to feel like who I really am...The sea heard the voice of the soul and irrevocably dissolved in itself...

''Show me this hidden world''

I whispered to the waves, ceasing to believe in the reality of what was happening...After all, if I no longer exist in any of the spaces I experienced in one way or another...

''Then where am I?''

To look beyond sight, to rush through your heart, be blind to this world, see with your own eyes - look into the hidden and find true face there...

Now I know the answer to this riddle:

- What's below is above - what's inside is outside...

At that moment, the archipelago became a star shining on the endless expanses of the universes, which, at the same moment, was a rare treasure - a gem, sea pearl of memories adorning one of these dimensions in the endlessness...Find the edges, its shorelines...I will wait for you there...

VLADO MARKOVIC - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S ARCHIPELAGO OF VANISHED MEMORIES

Welcome! 

Amateur Exotic is a magical Ashram and if you, having combined in the creative interaction of the seeker, sought after, as well as the search itself, have come here, so it was supposed to happen...At this moment you need to stop and look around... 

Here are kept the scriptures that are representing a collection of fire, matter,  and information...That manuscripts narrate about global, out-of-format musical vibrations and at the same time contain the infinite variety of mystical combinations and transcendental elements...With the help of this knowledge, by digital rituals, all participants destroy the evil spirits of the urban with the sharks of the commercial industry and also perform pujas for the benefit of all living beings...

Прием! Amateur Exotic - это волшебный Ашрам и если вы, объединив в творческом взаимодействии ищущего, искомое, а так же само искание попали сюда, то, значит так и должно было случиться...В этот момент нужно остановиться и осмотреться вокруг...

Здесь хранятся писания представляющие собой совокупность огня, материи и информации...Манускрипты повествуют о глобальных, вне форматных музыкальных вибрациях и одновременно с этим содержат в себе безконечное многообразие мистических комбинаций и трансцендентальных элементов...При помощи этих знаний, путём цифровых обрядов все участники уничтожают злые духи урбана вместе с акулами коммерческой индустрии, а так же, совершают пуджи на благо всех живых существ...

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