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Duration: 6 min 32 s
Description: A collage of drones created with granular processes, intermittently layered with field recordings running through delays.

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muzakorder _ 2025
LPx02
Mastering : Nil Hartman

brûlezoné (avec öthann) _ album out on bc

A collage of drones created with granular processes, intermittently layered with field recordings running through delays.

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This is “Shuffle”, a song from the new album “Palda”. Please listen to it.

[jp] ニューアルバム『Palda』からの一曲『Shuffle』です。どうぞよろしく。

https://tototod.bandcamp.com/album/palda

Aoki Satoru - Shuffle (Palda - 27th Album)
Prepared bass/field recording: Aoki Satoru
Tokyo, Japan - June 26, 2025
[ TOD 31０ ] 


◆ bandcamp

Shuffle

SenSen - Antrodislexico

Insul

Improv on top of layer and layers of guitars found lying dormant. 

An alley leading off of a main road to a restaurant (or other business) is what I found a striking urban feature as I wandered around Kyoto.

Multiple, mostly inaudible, enhancements implemented.

Enjoy!

tinalley

myre noire (avec öthann) _ album out on bc

Jabuticabe::::
https://soundcloud.com/redjabuticaba

Photo by Ivons

Jabuticabe & Senglar - Poles

Cortex

𐕣 INFERNO 𐕣 ASTAROTH ENN CHANT 𐕣

O//TXT_056 – Burn Until Silence
We no longer remember the exact moment the fire began.
Perhaps it had been burning for a long time, silent, invisible,
hidden in the folds of the words we never spoke.

We told ourselves that silence was protection.
That holding back was salvation.
But every unspoken sentence piled up like dry dust,
ready to ignite at the first spark.

When it came, the fire did not scream.
It did not destroy out of vengeance.
It consumed slowly, illuminating for a brief instant
everything we had buried in the shadows.
It revealed memories we thought extinct,
faces erased by time,
and promises we had let die in the waiting.

Then, when the last flame went out,
we remained alone, wrapped in a silence that was not empty.
It was a dense presence,
breathing in our place,
keeping what we had not dared to say.

Now we know that silence does not comfort.
It inherits.
And once it does, it never returns anything.

And when the ash settles even on the last name,
who will remain to testify that we ever existed?

Burn Until Silence

Here will be posting sketches and less worked over output of patches. Below is my other page:

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