@fly-nightmares-700220347 thanks fly we played this out live to an experimental film and it worked well

Wow some dope ambient music unfolding in here!

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

Pictures: Lht
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

Let it go

Older song reworked/renamed, aka. that one time I pretended to be a Swans/Neubauten/Birthday Party/Test Dept collaboration from 1983 ish. Bass guitar, 2 drum machines, harmonica and other noises

Revok

zur Sommerzeit

This instrumental track, crafted using an emulator of the legendary ARP 2600 synthesizer, delves into the unsettling notion of a world where machines gradually take over human skills, leaving our consciousness as the final remnant of what truly belongs to us.
In this sonic landscape—where analog layers merge with retro-futuristic textures—humanity quietly resists through its sensitivity, memory, and inner contradictions. While artificial intelligence may learn, simulate, and optimize... it does not feel. A machine cannot dream, doubt, or fall in love. Human consciousness is born from experience, shaped by memory and rooted in the body. And this elusive nuance lies at the heart of everything.
Inspired by the visions in 1999, Brave New World, THX1138, and 2001: A Space Odyssey, the track reflects an age where fiction slips into reality. But instead of sounding an alarm, "Conscience 2600" whispers a lucid realization: within the circuitry and the algorithms, there remains something that cannot be programmed—the intimate pulse of being

Conscience 2600

2600

BEEP Episode 31 Sach Motee and Troy Allan at Music Image Time

蔦 (Hedera)

夏の庭人の居ぬ間に走り広がる
日蔭を避けて絡みつく
石の壁に柱に
噴水に水盤に
目くばせ謀（はかりごと）
忍び笑い
刃は刃引きに

Summer garden.
Spreading while no one is around.
Avoiding the shade, entwining.
On stone walls, pillars, fountains, and water basins.
Winking. Plotting.
Smiling secretly.
Dulling the sharpness of the blade.


蔦 (Hedera)

蔦(Hedera)

Volcanic

Dismantled and left behind (2025 remix)

August 2025 . The residency has just finished, heading home soon to start work on developing a couple of long format works from all the sound captures. 
These are the 3rd batch of 3 short sketches using field recordings captured around Montegiovi, Tuscany. With these little works I am experimenting freely with what can be produced from each days sounds - manipulating them and stitching them back together with the aim of producing a long format work at the end of the residency. I have done maybe 20 or so  since the beginning of August. The idea is to have them done by the end of the day (or night) then move on to something fresh the next day.
I am truly thankful for this opportunity that has been provided for me by the Salamanca Arts Centre in Tasmania and Cultivate Projects/La Baldi residency in Italy and The USA.
And of course the wonderful people of Montegiovi !

Tuscany Experiments  8 - 10

Friedenstaube

The Bendigo Experimental Electronic Program work focuses on tension and release.

BEEP Episode 31 Sach Motee and Troy Allan at Music Image Time

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