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Blending ethereal field recordings with dystopic soundscapes, captured sounds of @yibai100 rumbling deep down around the bottom structure of a38 is up for listening.

yibai live @a38ship (2023.02.18)

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Cast down, with complete and utter disregard into the dark. 
Crashing down 
to scatter, splatter, smear and smudge 
from all the plethora surfaces and textures, 
each more grating than the previous. 
Aimlessly ricocheting we remain until no more. 
And that is when darkness settles once again. 
After we have shedded our essence,
With no shred of our past radiance left,
Until no gamut remains
We abate.

Where is the mercy, the grace?
Why must we be violated like this?
Not with a conscience benign, that is conspicuous…

Ever was the dichotomy more evident, 
never was the inevitable peril
so blatantly presented to us 
in its repugnantly glorious, meticulous concertation. 
For everything, 
couldn’t anything have been in any other way?
We plead,
But only our dread rebounds. 
Must it be like this?
Why o’ why?
We cry
On our sojourn odyssey;
wry.
	
Is this not neglect?
	Is this not meditated?
	Is this not by design?

Our hearts,
Encumbered with the brewing disdain,
Alchemy most primal, 
Turning flesh into clumps of cancerous lead,
Heavy and cold poisoning our intent,
Merely expedites our descent,
Our resolve,
Set in stone,
And the tombstone akin to a placenta
In the other end of our umbilical cord,
Tangled up in a hangknot,
Collar tightly around our neck.

This isn’t for the best.
This isn’t love
Isn’t this?

Fazed by disbelief,
Despair in our eyes,
Overwhelmed, discombobulated, mortified
Mouths cast shut by fear and anguish,
No sound is made,
For down we must,
Condemned we frown,
towards the promised land
Of our demise,
Where hope is a ploy, no longer our friend.
	
	Was this really decided?
	Can there be anyone behind this,
	But a sadist father, sick and vile? (Disavowed)

Woe and hatred,
Growing with our disillusionment,
And the liable,
Like a traitorous coward; Afar.
Untouchable,
Arcane and obscure.
So, the invisible hand of anger within, 
Makes us lay our hands onto each other,
As to the surface we struggle,
Touched by the animosity, we respond.
By design?

	For whatever purpose, 
we eschew.
	Greater plan, at our expense, 
we reject
	Merely Divine Entertainment, 
we lament:

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Hush

live at grrrnd zero, vaulx-en-velin, november 25th
courtesy of l'enfant pneu <3
credits
released January 2, 2024

maël: drum machine, programming, synths
adrien: percussion, vocals
lino: vocals, guitar
donny: vocals, guitar

engineered live by françois geslin, final mix by donny
cover art photo by lou vacquie

LIVE AT GRRRND ZERO

🌌 The Legend of the Nebula Narwhal

The Nebula Narwhal is no ordinary creature — it was born in the heart of a collapsing star, where the final breath of a supernova fused with the song of a whale. Its body is stitched from galaxies, its skin glowing with constellations, and its spiral tusk is a cosmic antenna that can tune into the deepest frequencies of the universe.

They say when the Narwhal swims through the void, it leaves behind trails of stardust that birth new solar systems. To cosmic travelers, its tusk is not a weapon, but a key — opening rifts between galaxies and pulling lost souls back onto the right path.

Ravers in deep space whisper that if you listen closely during the drop of a heavy jungle tune, you can hear the Narwhal’s celestial hum, vibrating through the sub-bass. It is both guardian and guide: a cosmic shaman who dances between nebulae, reminding the universe that joy, rhythm, and wonder are eternal.

Catchphrase of the cosmic dancefloor:
🌠 “Where stars are born, the Narwhal surfs the beat.”

Nebula Narwhal 🌠

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CHE MAC - 37 CHAMBERS

Che Mac makes his long-awaited debut with his relentless jungle refix of Wu-Tang’s 36 Chambers.

If you don’t know about the amazing producer/DJ that is Che Mac, then what are you doing just follow him already if you know what’s good for you!!!

He’s the co-owner of Bournemouth’s ill Groove Society and an all-around prolific beatmaker who’s been absolutely killing it recently.

The first time I came across his music was when he dropped his remix of Shirley Temper’s WTFAY — what a wicked release!

We’ve kept in touch ever since speaking about how much we’d love to collaborate on a release — and now the time is finally here!

From the start, we’ve always been obsessed with hip-hop-inspired rave fusion, and this track embodies everything we love about jungle.

CHE MAC - 37 CHAMBERS

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