Open Collab. Db (ish) 80bpm.

Stems for download: https://enigmacurry-music-share.nyc3.cdn.digitaloceanspaces.com/EnigmaCurry-21-07-14.a.3.stems.zip

Submissions playlist: https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/sets/control-plane-open-collab

Open Collab Stems

Control Plane [open collab]

Come Una Guerra Dentro

Loose Ice

Watch with pixel art here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NCKh9xMQ8E
This song was made with Spac Craft, Scanner (NI) and Bilbao (Korg Gadget). Inpired by the inspired by the unspeakable!

Infinity

3rd track from my new album 'End Theory'. You can find it here...

https://crestofthesyndicate.bandcamp.com/album/end-theory

And here:-https://open.spotify.com/album/4MpN87AfIi4t0ASrmoSzYd?si=nh3p_O07SL2arFMgMTPGNw plus other platforms such as apple, iTunes and so on. So give it a listen :)

End Theory

Spellspring

Morphine dulled the pain but he never recovered his true soul

Bela's Tears

This is the first track I've created after wrapping up my new album “aes.thet.ics”. There is always uncertainty as to what I want to work on after releasing a collection of material. (or if I need a break)It's a combination of relief/fulfillment, mixed with self imposed pressure as to needing to come up with ideas for future work.

Going back to minimal piano remains a comforting direction. For me it's always a rewarding emotional release. 

**more tracks to share soon from "aes.thet.ics"

Mood Exhibit - Klid

An original song about, well, The Forest.  We drive by them almost every day and seldom stop to admire their beauty and think about the importance they play to the well being of our beloved planet.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

No door to enter by, no door to exit from.
Once inside you feel, tranquility taking hold.
Anointing you to the spiritual and the material.
Daring you to let go and dream in peaceful solitude.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Perhaps a bit indifferent, when you first arrived,
Now in awe of it’s diversity, and its abundance of life.
From the outside we give it, but an indifferent glance.
On the inside we immerse in the sights, sounds and smells.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Staring up at the sky, to see those towering pines.
Reminds us of our minute place, among living beings.
Afraid and delighted, loneliness and enlightenment
In debt to the forest, for stimulating our minds.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

Sustainer of life, comforter of souls.
In-stiller of wisdom, evoker of feelings.
A world within a world, where life seems to stand still
A sanctuary of sorts, to experience and protect.

The forest reverberates           with sights and    sounds.
Sheltered by the trees,           wildlife           abounds.
Such immense beauty,              hiding in plain    sight.
So very few,                      ever venture       inside.
Majestic, alive and thriving,     yet so easily      ravaged.

The Forest

Moment One

I didn’t care whose voice it was
I’m captive and a slave
Bright and pure shines her star
Upon that glorified guitar
Until we came to Spenlow’s grave

No pausing on the brink
I was gone
No time to even think
Fallen headlong
From moment one

Enough wrung out of me to drown
A fellow moonstruck clerk
Steeped in a sea of soup and sound
Bite the key to my carpet bag
Distinguish in the dark

Weak infatuation, maudlin mind 
Celestial blue
Saturated through and through
Turn into a room close at hand
The empress of my heart

Many thanks to Steve Pumphrey for playing the guitar solo on this recording.

Moment One

It is the chilling, refreshing, inspiring mood at dawn, fascinating people, going for a walk at the seashore.

Crimson Divinations

moth