Set You Free

Lo-fi jazz, walk through the park and bop

Clever

Albiceleste is a sonic ritual woven in the breath of Buenos Aires,
where tango dissolves into structure, and rhythm becomes a temple.

No vocals. No melody.
Just body, pulse, and sacred engineering of bass and breath.

It’s not nostalgia. It’s embodiment.

Each track is crafted with techno precision,
gliding FM bass, reversed bandoneón textures,
ritual percussion drawn from the earth.

The cover art — shimmering jellyfish in celestial blues and whites —
echoes the pulse beneath the surface:
fluid, dangerous, sacred.

Albiceleste is not an album. It’s a resonant blueprint.
For dancers of shadow. For architects of frequency.
For those who hear the city breathing in subbass.

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Albiceleste es un viaje sonoro que pulsa bajo el agua y en la memoria,
una ceremonia electrónica donde el tango no se canta,
se insinúa desde el bajo, se filtra en los delays,
se proyecta en el bandoneón como geometría sagrada.

Inspirado en las profundidades rituales del Río de la Plata,
este álbum fusiona tech house y tango estructural,
diseñado para resonar en los huesos, en las caderas,
en los espacios donde la palabra ya no entra.

Cada track es una dimensión de Buenos Aires suspendida,
sin nostalgia, sin melodía, sin voz.
Solo cuerpo, compás y presencia vibracional.

Las medusas celestes y blancas de la portada no son ornamento:
son pulsos vivos del agua ritual.
Son símbolos de suavidad peligrosa, de belleza estructural.

Este no es un disco para recordar.
Es un disco para sentir el arrabal en trance.


Pulse of the City (1)

Hope you find what it is that you’re looking for 
Simplicity, peace of mind or 
Maybe something more
Running around 
With the same old leave it all alone
Hope you find what it is that you’re looking for

Somedays I'm a Forest

Either/Or

Dominic Hilton's Album

Pitbull

Time Machine

Take It From Me

- all parts written, recorded, produced by Alec Scott
- mastered by Derek Bromley
- album artwork by Jackie Hoover
- recorded at the ski lodge in south central, los angeles

lyrics:

It's been a while since I felt
Like the boy that I knew so well
I'll find
Taking pleasure in the things I do
Babe let's call this a rendezvous 
I'm right

How'd I get so shy
There's not much left
I can say
But I'm older and found that
Nothing really stays the same 

But my heart's caving in
And boy I'm wearing thin
Please just say goodbye
And baby don't you cry

Wishing I could hear more of
The simple sweet nothings of your love
Show me how I miss it
Is there something I can't see
Then baby won't you make it known to me
Show me what I really need

How'd I get so shy
There's not much left
I can say
But I'm older and found that
Nothing really stays the same 

But my heart's caving in
And boy I'm wearing thin
Please just say goodbye
And baby don't you cry

Let's Call This a Rendezvous - Single

Let's Call This a Rendezvous

Let's Call this a Rendezvous

Written and recorded entirely by Alfie Templeman in 24 hours between October 1&2. Artwork also by Alfie Templeman.

Lyrics:

WONDERLAND DREAMING

I think about the world
And how it used to be
A place designed for me
Now its turned to dirt
Through technology
Basic human needs

Wonderland dreaming
Feel like I am screaming
Away from all of this
Sunk into abyss
Wonderland dreaming 
Wonderland dreaming away

Everything is new
I know it has to change
Nothing stays the same
What am I to do
To make things go my way
Even for a day

DARK TUNNEL OF LIGHT

Dark tunnel of light
Are you dim are you bright
Are you wrong are you right
I don’t know what is right
Anymore

Im going home
Cause home is where the heart is
I don’t need this madness
Im afraid of sadness

Dark tunnel of light
Is it day or night 
Im having a fright
Right now


LOST WEEKEND

Lost weekend may be good for me
As far as I can see I’m already there
I don’t know what I’m going to do
I’m trying to push through
Moving on

Lost weekend
I’ve made my mind up
I’m indecisive
I’ve got no friends
But that don’t matter
They’re overrated

Let’s pretend I got my own way
And everything could stay as it was
Chasing all of history
Won’t you let ie be like it was


DREAMING IN A LIVING HELL

Some days I wanna get up
And get out of bed
Some days I’m feeling so dumb
Scratching my head

I’m dreaming in a living hell
There’s nothing living in my world
I’m living still for honesty
Can someone come and bring it please


PARANOIA AND BROKEN HEARTS

Venture through the darkness of the universe
To find your soul
Star crossed eyes and whitewashed lies
Amidst black holes

And I’m dreaming where this leads me
Paranoia will defeat me

Worry about the state of what you have become
Later on
All the people that you used to know and love
Have now gone

And I’m dreaming where this leads me
Broken hearted, eventually

NIHILISTICALLY OPTIMISTIC 

Everything fades eventually
Caught in a daze
Locked away in a dream

Nihilistically
Living just for me 

Nothing is real except what I feel
I’m trying so hard
To let myself heal

Nihilistically
Living just for me 

DEPRESSINGLY MAYBE

Depressingly maybe I’m done
Time to move on
Caressingly baby you’re here
The moment is here
It’s nearly time

LIFE IS A BITTERSWEET MEMORY 

Wake up to the same thing you do every single day
Life is a bittersweet memory
Change for the better but it’s not cause you’re growing up
Life is a bittersweet memory

Walking around the spot that you found
When you were ten years old
You were so young, you were so dumb
But you were oh so bold
How could it be this monster like me
Turned to such a fool

It’s time to realise that you are
Changing, so peculiar
Is it too late to turn it round
Are you happy safe and sound

INNOCENCE FADES

We used to come here in the dark
When it rained and we forgot who we are
It’s weird how places make you feel
The same things that you used to think were real

But that’s okay 
It’s not too late
Remember that you told yourself
Innocence fades

I used to come here in the day
And see the stranger in me fade away
My innocence will lurk around
Until I search for it, it can’t be found

But that’s okay 
It’s not too late
Remember that you told yourself
Innocence fades

Depressingly Maybe

Ariel Days