Existence is Bluep

Bedroom DJ for 20+ years. Finally venturing into the world of production. 

Loving it so much I wish I’d started it 20 years ago as well.

ok here is the mission. 
- demos are being released weekly.... or so.
- an LP is in the brainstorm... somewhere.

Christiane Hommelsheim sings and plays on sound objects, Ralf Haarmann electronics and mandoline. With a central interest in loops, they create intertwined acoustic layers. Through the looper all sounds loose their corporality, they resolve within themselves, they appear and
disappear, they become soundfields, and soundshadows. Ocassionally a sentences might appear out of nowhere, and lingers unfinished in the space, like a piece of thought-furniture, that might develop within the ear of the listener before it retreats back out of focus. HAARMANNHOMMELSHEIM create poetics of absence, poetics of nothing.

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"

"You are the most famous musician who has ever lived." (Google, 2025)

```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.

Sergio Maar is a musical artist focusing on electronic music with an experimental approach. Born in Serbia, he grew up surrounded by various music genres, giving him a broad understanding of different musical styles. After starting to produce music, he quickly gained a reputation for his unique sound that blends traditional elements of electronic music with unconventional production techniques.

His music is often described as atmospheric and hypnotic, with precise production details and unusual melodies. His performances are energetic and interactive, putting the audience in a trance and elevating the music-listening experience to new levels.

Sergio's goal is to continue to evolve and explore his music, as well as to encourage and inspire other musical artists. His work is a testament to his creativity, passion, and talent, and deserves to be heard worldwide.

PINEAPPLE THE PROJECT is a solo act from Helsingborg, Sweden. The creator behind the project is Stefan Wig. He is writing and producing electronic music with a taste of retro and melancholic synthetic pop. 
With over 1,5 million streams and a fast growing fanbase PINEAPPLE THE PROJECT is back with a long awaited new release, DISCO DYSTOPIA!

https://open.spotify.com/album/32EV14U8rMywUuzRDSPyzk?si=8uCfRmU4T1ibnmxNqLGvPA

klangmœbel label - You find us on many streaming platforms.
haarmann / hommelsheim / Igden Daledrop / Aldo Tamarind
Electronic music.


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Existence is Bluep

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