My submission for Mutant Breaks 13 on the Renoise forums.

XRNS file here:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/8j65s3tt9dwfnd3/Division%20Nightmare.xrns?dl=0

Division Nightmare

Hey there! Concrete Collage is proud to present P H ▽ T I S M S by Tusk Mite.
More at: https://bit.ly/CC037TM

//pre-order bonus: Tusk Mite Glitch Cookbook vol.1 - sample pack///
The album itself will be available for free after it's released, but the pre-order comes with a link to an exclusive sample pack crafted by Tusk Mite. The sound library comes with over 120 sounds with everything from glitchy one-hits and breaks to spectral glides, viscous basses, pixelated shimmers, mulchy textures, alien pads, fractalized drills and so on. This is a limited time offer lasting until Dec 15th. 


All tracks written and produced by Erik Kiviharju
Artwork by Erik Kiviharju
Mastering by Julien "Stazma" Guillot at the Electric Voyage Studio

Pre-Order

CC037 - P H ▽ T I S M S by Tusk Mite - Promomix

We are excited to announce the return of Ruby My Dear to AF. Toulouse - Madrid connection in full effect. Universally acknowledged by pretty much everyone on the scene, no words would be needed to explain this work. Another broken beatfest, intricate structures and all manner of mentalisms,,,but also melody and atmosphere. It seems that RMD has once again unleashed a five-track EP varied, spannered and original enough to merit him the adulation he is set to enjoy. Smooth Working EP. Essential!

PREORDER 12" TRANSPARENT BLUE VINYL + DIGITAL: https://t.ly/A2Sih
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A1   CALX                                      03:49  
A2   PnT2                                      03:57

B1   MONKSY                                03:43
B2   FLEUCX FLEUCX                   03:01
B3   WITCH                                    03:49
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C+P Analogical Force 2024. All rights reserved. 
Written and produced by Julien Chastagnol somewhere in France.                      
Mastering by Carlos Koschitzky at Koschitzky Studio, Gijón.
Design by Geometric Love, UK
Distributed by Clone, Rotterdam. 

www.clone.nl
www.analogicalforce.com

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[AF056] RUBY MY DEAR 'SMOOTH WORKING EP' [2024]

'Autonon - Under This Sky' is a track from the upcoming EP with the current working title 'Frau Lundi' (releases somewhere in 2024).

Original song -> Teesri Manzil - Deewana Mujh Sa Nahin Is Ambar Ke Neeche.

Frau Lundi

Underneath The Sky Of Doom

Under This Sky

Support on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/join/stazma

Sunday Violence /// Dimanche Violence
A 42 set recorded while practicing for my set at 10 Years Of Varispeed in Bristol.
Full video here: https://youtu.be/A6U87yMMPd4

Have fun!

Patreon

Sunday Violence / Dimanche Violence - 42 minutes of Breakcore Practice

New Golden Fangs track out Suck Puck records first vinyl!
https://suckpuckrecordz.bandcamp.com/album/suck-puck-va-spva001

Golden Fangs - Vengeance On Mankind

DEFUNKT010
Synaptic Signals: Vol. 1 - Pulse

The first transmission in a new series from Defunkt Records.

Emerging from the ether of fractured rhythms and electrified thought, Synaptic Signals is a conduit for the restless, the abstract, and the sonically unbound. A series dedicated to unraveling the pathways of sound—where chaos meets precision and structure dissolves into pure signal.

Volume 1: 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘦 serves as a beacon for those who revel in dissonance and form alike, a prelude to the 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 gathering in Goa, India, on February 20, 2025. Within its charged circuits, four architects of auditory disarray converge:

A gateway to the experience—transmitting now.

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Original tracks by:
Julian La Brooy
Raghav Lakshman
Matthijs van der Geest
Ian Lambert

Original Artwork by Sarah Lachhman & Ian Lambert.
Mastering by Julien "Stazma" Guillot at Electric Voyage Studio, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France.

© Defunkt Records 2025

Hitori Tori - Faulking DSP

The airport felt endless, with ceilings so high they disappeared into clouds of light. I didn’t remember buying a ticket, yet here I was, suitcase in hand and passport trembling between my fingers. My name echoed faintly over the loudspeakers, as if the world itself was calling me forward.

Outside the windows, planes rose like silver birds into a dawn that looked too clean to be real. My chest tightened with both fear and wonder. I wasn’t running from anything, but I wasn’t entirely sure what I was heading toward either.

When they called my flight, something inside me whispered that this was it, the beginning of something that would never let me go back to who I was. My steps were slow but steady, the carpet humming beneath my shoes, the air heavy with the scent of coffee, jet fuel, and departure.

The plane was small, almost fragile, like it had been stitched together from old dreams. I found my seat beside the window. The clouds outside drifted lazily, like ghosts waiting for permission to move. The seatbelt clicked, the engine stirred, and suddenly gravity loosened its grip.

As the ground fell away, my fear rose to meet it. Cities turned to patterns, rivers to threads, the world to a soft blur of distance. My palms were cold. Yet through the fear, there was a pulse, an ache of excitement, like the first breath before a confession.

I watched the horizon curve and realized I was flying not just to another country, but away from the version of myself I no longer needed to be. Each mile in the sky felt like a page turning. The air shimmered with everything I hadn’t said, hadn’t dared to dream.

At some point, I closed my eyes. In the dark behind them, I saw moments of my old life, the walls I’d built, the faces I’d left behind, the quiet longing that had always whispered that there must be more. Then, slowly, that voice turned into something clearer: there is.

When the plane began to descend, the light shifted. The new land below was painted gold by the setting sun, strange and alive, waiting. My fear didn’t vanish, but it softened, melting into something almost holy. The engines roared, the wheels touched the unknown, and for the first time in a long while, I smiled.

It didn’t matter what awaited me beyond the gate. What mattered was that I’d left the shore of my old life behind, that I had dared to take flight, trembling wings and all.

Beginnings are rarely comfortable. They are terrifying, beautiful leaps into skies we’ve never seen, and that’s what makes them real.

genuinely sorry

Recorded live at The Storeroom, Letchworth on 1st November 2025

I Know - Live At The Storeoom

From new EP Legal Grey Area // out now in digital
www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGZCz3wT7lE

@hitori-tori
https://soundcloud.com/daed

All tracks written, and produced by Hitori Tori.
Mastered by Stazma.
Artwork by sansculotte.

kmtdr18. Kaometry records.
2016. Made in the EU.

Legal Grey Area

Hitori Tori - Project Red Light (Daed Remix)

Out now on vinyl and digital.
https://jebactyhihten.bandcamp.com/album/sunnk-tusk-mite

Sunnk/Tusk Mite - Promomix, JEBAĆ02/12"/digi

Independent record label. 
Based in Madrid, run by Pervert. 
𝕍𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤
isness I is·​ness I ˈiznə̇s
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Distribution: www.clone.nl