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Electric piano, effect pedals, non synchronized loops, two tube amps. Field recording: Electromagnetic waves made audible with Soma Ether. Spoken words: "Ariel" (Sylvia Plath, 1962), last verses, read by the author. All sounds (except Plath's reading) mixing and production: Velvet Something Superdark.
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"And I
Am the arrow,

The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red

Eye, the cauldron of morning."
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This piece is related to “Ariel”: https://soundcloud.com/velvetsomethingsuperdark/ariel

Cauldron

2025-10-13

NLS-2025-10-13

music for a mischievous pickle in bioluminescent swamp

“ORANATOL” unfolds like a dialogue between cultures, a meeting of Anatolian warmth and Western sophistication. Smooth yet expressive, the track moves in organic waves of improvisation, where mellow guitar lines and soft jazz harmonies breathe with soul.

At around ~78 BPM in D minor, “ORANATOL” balances gentle groove and cinematic stillness. It carries the calm elegance of jazz intertwined with the emotional resonance of Anatolia, a sonic horizon where sunlight fades into melody.

Perfect for reflective evenings, mindful sessions, and creative focus, it embodies the spirit of fusion, where emotion and tradition coalesce.


BPM: ~78 /  Key - Tonality: D minor (approx.) / Dynamic Range: ~21.5 dB /  Spectral Centroid: ~2.8 kHz / Average RMS: –17.2 LUFS /  Stereo Width (Side/Mid): ~0.45 / Gender Energy: eminine-leaning (42M / 58F balance)

Fusion Breakdown: Lo-Fi Chill 20% • Cinematic Ambient 25% • Neo-Soul 20% • Jazz 30% • Experimental 5%

ORANATOL

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I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

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