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I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

KRT Production is not just a label.
It’s a creative machine that has been shaking the scene since the 1980s. Behind projects like NUR, Funkle Ace, BBAM, Atomium, and more, KRT is the underground spirit that refuses to fade.

Electronic, rock, experimental, alternative — style doesn’t matter as long as there’s raw energy and the drive to make an impact.
Recording studio, mobile production, SoundCloud launchpad: KRT is both playground and battleground, where artists become larger than their tracks.

Joining KRT isn’t just “being part of a label.”
It’s stepping into a family, a free and untamed showcase, ready to make noise in a world that plays too safe.

KRT Production. Here, music isn’t just heard. It’s lived.

Bio https://linksome.me/the-rooms

The Rooms is a collective project that started in suburban Lisbon more than a decade ago. It evolves through numerous and constant collaboration, musically and visually.

The majority of its years based in Macau, South East Asia, it has been able to gather from time to time local and international artists and musicians inside a room, located on the high rise industrial buildings down by the city´s docks. 

The Rooms is an audio visual colective of individuals. It lives on numerous and constant collaboration. It crosses worlds, connected, interconnected, interwoven, intertwined, present, and alive. It feeds on cultural fire, references, history, language, music, dance, film, and art.

 It's cinematic.

We're back to the outskirts of Lisbon. Deep in its industrial and production tissue. Where factories meet residential areas and social housing flats. Gas stations and warehouses. Empty fields abandoned or unfilled. Blocks and boxes locked in cold cement amidst the perpetual hum of super highways and city orbital roads.

A makeshift territory to shelter multitudes.

Where we'll be pressing on,  grinding away, hammering on organical mechanics, aiming to continue to do the best music and visuals we can. Inspired by the raw, coarse, rough, and unpolished ways of the worlds that surround and live inside us, we'll be tailoring some new fabric soon. 

The Rooms music is a fruit of love and a soundtrack for the times we are living. Between the dark and the light is where we meet and play. 

Thank you for your ears

Simon Alami is a Canadian composer with a passion for blending different musical styles and traditions. He draws inspiration from master composers. Simon's compositional style is characterized by a fusion of diverse elements and a willingness to experiment with new forms of expression. He currently lives in Montreal, Canada and is a proud member of the Canadian League of Composers (CLC), Canadian Music Center CMC and SOCAN.

NOTICE:

I do not pay for self promotion ever. 

That’s Pete and Pete, the original members, augmented with Spud, Pecos,  Snooks and Smooch. Pete and Pete were formally founder members of The Petes. The band like to explore a range of musical styles. They started out with folk, rock and blues but they have also been exploring a vocal style of lizard-lounge type jazz too - smoky and melodic. You’ll find love songs, both exuberant and elegiac, along with songs of loss, as well as songs lamenting the state of our world and our society.

Also The Pete Cooper Band’s first  album, ‘Let’s Make Love’ can be found on Spotify and YouTube.

All songs and lyrics copyright of Peter Cooper

AND ONCE AGAIN, PLEASE NO OFFERS TO PROMOTE MY MUSIC. IF YOU ENJOY MY MUSIC PLEASE SIMPLY LIKE AND REPOST IT.

Oldblaccro, a Washington DC resident, Gary Indiana native, creates old school R&B and Jazzy type songs.  Everything is composed, produced, arranged, and engineered by oldblaccro.  Take a listen and enjoy!  Appreciate your support.

A B C D Zooooolaphone (Brexit Xenophobia mix)

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