The Jabs

The Jabs [2021 - 05 - 06 124228]

In this composition, I took a laid-back approach with the guitars. The main melodies and pads are handled by other electronic instruments. The guitar really stands out in the second verse and during the final solo. As usual, all the sounds were created using the AKAI MPC.
90 bpm

Ghost guitar

Fiesta

Fiesta (Melodic Mix) Radio Edit [feat. Sol Feige]

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Central Cee x Russ Millions x 21 Savage x goldenbeatz (Azanda UKG Mashup)
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Azanda

Central Cee x Russ Millions x 21 Savage x goldenbeatz (Azanda UKG Mashup)

Stream Azanda

Ctrl the Floor

Funkload (Original)

Summer Love (radio edit) SoundCloud Exclusive

I wanna be loved by you
Just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
Only you

I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than to feel the desire
To make you my own

I wanna be loved by you, nobody else but you
Only you

I don’t need a world that shines
Just you

When the light fades out of view
I wanna be loved by you
Only you

I couldn't aspire
To anything higher
Than to feel the desire
To make you my own

I wanna be loved by you
Just you
Nobody else but you

I only wanna be loved by you

You! (Star Mix)

This song wants to trigger elevated emotions, love, joy, peace, harmony, spirituality, good vibes, good mood, positive energy and uplifting vibes.

Aligning with Reality: A Sonic Exploration of Coherence, Resonance, Synergy & Harmony

This mix is a reflection on what it means to live in tune with reality, not by force, but through alignment. Each sound, frequency, and rhythm is chosen to evoke coherence of thought, resonance with truth, synergy between forces, and harmony within and without.

Let the music guide you through a state where inner and outer worlds connect — where work becomes flow, resistance dissolves, and clarity emerges.

🔊 Listen deeply. Align fully.

As Within So Without

Being There

Orthogonal Endtroducing (~~feat. Dj Shadow (~~feat. George Marsh (~~feat. Alan Watts)))

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).

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

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.

Orthogonal Endtroducing (feat. Dj Shadow (feat. George Marsh (~~feat. Alan Watts)))

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