Best Electronic Music 2022

I created this piece one night as I couldn't sleep! 156 is the time I started on it - 1:56am :)
Its pretty simple, a little noodle on the Rhodes style piano, layered up with various additional pads, strings and leads.

One Five Six

made in march 2014 5am
this is the 2022 version, perfect timing
maybe it is motivation music

Be A Warrior !

The Warriors Walk

... just a little track and solo ... I was tweaking one of my AAS synths for breath controller as well as one of the presets ;-) ... Bass is the free Zebralette, drums is also a new free drum sampler vst. Cover backing is part of a photo by Diane Picchiottino, unsplash

Small Talk

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Walter Fini

ottobre 2022

Walter Fini & Marco Lucchi - Regenbogenekstase (Teil 2)

Eos, in Greek Mythology, was the goddess of the dawn 
Eos had the power to bring the dawn or the morning sky to the ancient Greeks.
...and so Eos brings in the dawn as the dream sequences take place-
File is in mp3 format/Rough cut and temporary photo

Eternal Project- Eos Dream Sequence

Well, who then are the goddamn light?
Welcome [ Invisible witch and denizen of the void ]
;)

Blackest Metal From This Psychic Well

Pathways

Revelaciones extravagantes 2

Mangelwurzel

Rockers Dope. Lyrics to original song, in swedish. Title of song translated would be: The sweaty face of Torgny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uv1cd7s68xE
Artist: Eddie Meduza - Torgnys svettiga ansikte:

Du har en konstig smak som jag aldrig någonsin hittills sett
Du är den enda som älskar karlar som doftar mysk och svett
Själv har du monopol på vår dusch
Men om jag tvättar mig blir det usch
Jag har nu mera antagit doften av gammalt härsket fett

Så när vi gick på party i lördags stod saken ganska klar
För alla gäster höll sig för näsan snart fanns det ingen kvar
Och jag förstod att min kroppsodör
Gjort mig till din favorit charmör
Men plötsligt fick jag se nåt som nästan fick mig smälla av

Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och jag förstod att nu var det klippt
Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Än mera fasansfullt än mitt

Det fanns ju bara vi tre kvar dom andra dom hade flytt
Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Om jag ej varit härdad hade så hade jag spytt

Han såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Om han ej hade varit härdag så hade han spytt

Svartsjukt så såg jag hur han böjd upp dig stinkande som ett as
När du gav mig en likgiltig blick gick min stora dröm i kras
Jag såg på Torgny och kunde se att jag numera var helt passé
Mot en sån stinkande hög som han så var mina chanser knas

Jag såg på Torgnys hemska kostym så full utav ingrodd lort
Och jag förstod av din lystna blick att du hade fallit fort
När ni försvann sammanslingrade
Stod jag med stenblick och väntade
När ni kom ut ur värdparets sovrum syntes det vad ni gjort

Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och jag förstod att nu var det slut
Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och kände stanken hit från hans trut

Ditt sneda flin förrådde att just nu gick till högan sky
Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte och det var nästan så jag kunde spy

Han såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och det var nästan så han kunde spy

Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Nu var jag spolad, kickad och kass
Jag såg Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och kände han stank som ett utedass

Varje gång jag försöker att bada då är det klippt igen
Jag ser Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Och jag går omkring lika stinkande än

Han ser Torgnys svettiga anskikte
Och han går omkring lika stinkande än

Jag ser Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torrrgnys svettiga ansikte
Torrrgnys svettiga ansikte
Jag ser Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte
Torgnys svettiga ansikte ...

Re Dip Dip

Song On The Wind

A beautiful ship has gone down in the ocean 
News travels fast of a wake on the breeze 
Every wave an unconquered mountain 
Moments apart on the uncharted sea 

Song on the wind; head into the waves now 
Choice is to sink or to swim 
Seasons have cast adrift love and memories  
Follow the tern on a wing as he sings 
Into the waves 
Into the waves 

A beautiful ship now belongs to the water
Mountains will part and crumble in time 
Valleys are calm and safe like a harbour 
Every storm cloud will fade and die 
Into the waves 
Into the waves 

Song on the wind; head into the waves now 
Choice is to sink or to swim 
Seasons have cast adrift love and memories  
Follow the tern on a wing as he sings 
Into the waves 
Into the waves 

A song about grief, written by Jon Woode 11th October 2023

Song On The Wind

https://evelynluvtell.bandcamp.com/track/life-rehearsal

life rehearsal

Water Dreams

the drones of twinned twin paradox audio-rate LFO's

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

Les Rives Des Temps

Les Chiens de la Mort

Hailing from Essex, QUBIKS’s sound is a kaleidoscopic post-house clash of loops and glitchy percussive beats, overlaid with lush synths and subtle melodies. QUBIK first started creating electronic music in the late nineties with collaborations with Matt O’Brien and Alien. Solo tracks followed with several vinyl releases via Off Key Records.

One part of Control Voltage Events; running regular electronic music nights in Essex and organiser of the Chelmsford EMOM, links below.

Pathways

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