APPX:14 – Sseq – Intensity

Cat: APPX14
Title: Intensity
Artist(s): Sseq

Featuring Artist(s): excel dj, Mariam Khundadze
Description: EP, Mini Album
Label(s): Appendix.files

Format(s): Limited Edition 12” Lathe Cut Vinyl, Digital, Stream

Tracklist:
01. Scar Gel
02. Shell
03. Pan
04. Rely
05. Hard Reset
06. Take it Softer
07. Bonds we share
08. I like you but I’m lazy

Credits:
Written and produced by Beqa Ungiadze
Mastered by Ike Zwanikken
Artwork by Amos Turner

Featuring vocals by Mariam Khundadze on ‘Rely’
Featuring excel dj on ‘I like you but i’m lazy’
Using samples from Recovery Girl’s stems on “Bond we share”.

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Intensity

I like you but i'm lazy Ft. excel dj

40o6

recorded May 2024

@ev-ia @taucontrib @lukasoppenheimer

live on subcity 001: èvia, tau contrib & windowseeker

bad lsd trips - ultrafest (ENMB-17)
Excerpts below from the extended album description by Nick Klein, written February 10, 2025.

I. 

𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘴𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 is the collaborative duo of makers doris dana and domingo castillo flores. Respectively the two have fostered practices that have sprawled out through various approaches and, whether in the lanes of the musical or the contemporary arts, the phenomenology of the social and inclusive prevails. On 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵, this motif continues through the psychedelia of its eight time-defying recordings, welcoming the listener into an open temporal architecture of the stereo field as a signifier of environment. It is worth noting that the group began collaborating in Miami, Florida with longer form improvisations recorded to a stereo cassette deck. In these recordings, the paved geographical sprawl and oceanic view permeated the approach to amassing long swaths of sound material. Listening back on that work at the time of this writing, each track feels as though one is walking into an active space, arriving to an event already in full swing and finding your place inside of it. On 𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 (this album) something different occurs. The space and events are built around you as you move through the record.

IV.

𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵 mirrors the balance of the temporal interiority and exteriority of the previously referenced chemical compounds when applied to the body for recreational psychedelic experiences. The jubilation of the slack jawed festival attendee, the gallop of the horse upon the earthen ground, the stagnation of humidity on the body, the sprawl of unkempt concrete through Florida cities, the aroma of bleach in a bar bathroom. On this album, the band illustrates the territories when you almost have your grounding; the moment when you are on the pivot between the real and the intoxicated, or even the really intoxicated. These spaces are the softening and hardening of light on your eyes, they are the gripping of a porcelain sink between moments staring in the bathroom mirror.

In an era where so much tremendous creative energy is put into a softer, safer space through ambient music to respond (negligently) or (worse?) take shelter from the hellish global condition of late capitalism; 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘴𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 takes your hand into the murkier moments of reflection awarded to the listener in the genre. The resolution is not carved out for you, and what truly sits suspended in the ambiance of the now is an unfiltered view of where the world has come to through centuries of civilization. It’s a brutal landscape with an ill-determined end result. Where other practitioners of the sonic gesture of ambient are sheltering within a glistening plasticene blanket of clicks and rustlings with low pass filters of melancholic chord structures, this album burrows itself comfortably in the formless chaos of true psychedelia and reminds me 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 is truly what our unfortunate ambiance is today. The album reflects joy and terror, and it longs and leans towards finding something in the midst of sonic exploration. Passivity nullified, ambient beyond indulgence and evasion.

releases February 25, 2025

all songs recorded and arranged between Miami and New York by doris dana and domingo castillo flores in 2023
audio finalized by Glyn Maier for PLEN Audio
artwork by Dominique Saiegh
short story by Natalia Zuluaga
design by Joe Bastardo
silkscreening by Mark Rice

https://soundcloud.com/enmossed
https://soundcloud.com/dorisdana
https://soundcloud.com/nick-klein


Digi still available

Premiere: bad lsd trips - steaming mescaline (extended mix) [enmossed]

XENIA REAPER returns to INDEX:Records with ‘Gambling’ – a requiem to noughties trance-euphoria, with a contemporary ambient twist. A collection of nine deep, emotionally-explosive tracks that wrench your heart, as much as your gut.

Exclusive to this edition is a made-to-order transparent 12” LP lathe, cut by Disc Archive in Berlin – super limited though, so get your pre-order in ASAP if you’d like a piece.

Written & Produced by XENIA REAPER
Mastered by Ike Zwanikken
Artwork by Lucas Dupuy

Gambling

XENIA REAPER – You Really [INDEX:019]

https://www.lyl.live/episode/sudden-afternoon-9


Sudden Afternoon w/ Saltpeter - 01/05/25

These two souls though parted by walls of class
remain only human,
devoured by the same weary world.

Do they truly live as they desire,
or simply breathe for others to see?

And should we lose ourselves
in the drifting haze of this existence,
a single glance toward the sun
can awaken a quiet truth
that we are all the same,
torn between the wish to be
and the need to appear.

But gaze too long at that shining light,
and we may scorch our eyes
for even truth can burn
when stared at for too long.

Cardinal & Nun - Rotten sun

Download / Stream:
https://lnk.dmsmusic.co/les_weweresupposedtoleavetogether-1

we were supposed to leave together

A nostalgic anthem built from whispers slowed and dreamlike.

Call me (Dreamy + Slowed)

Same words, different world.

There was a time when the world was quiet. Or maybe it wasn’t the world—maybe it was just me. I remember the silence, the kind that wasn’t empty but full, the kind that settled softly like dusk over a slow-moving river. Back then, my mind was still a place I could rest in, not a storm I had to survive.

It must have started as a whisper, a small ripple in the stillness, something I thought would pass. But it grew until it became everything. Now, the quiet feels like something I dreamed, something too distant to be real. I chase it, reach for it in the rare moments when the chaos slows.

And I am left here, a drift in the wind, unable to remember what it felt like to simply be.

Sometimes, late at night, when the world is half-asleep, I almost hear it again. A memory of silence, pressed between heartbeats, between the ticking of the clock and the sigh of the wind against the glass. But it never stays. The storm always finds its way back, tearing through my thoughts, scattering them like leaves in a wind I cannot stop.

I wonder - was I ever truly at peace, or was it only the absence of knowing what would come? And if I was, if that silence was real, is it lost forever? Or is it waiting for me somewhere, just beyond the horizon?