Lost languages are like bones buried beneath shifting sand—remnants of once-living voices that shaped worlds now unreachable.

An Alphabet Drowned in Milk

Just chilling on a lovely Sunday afternoon......

Released on 30 Aug 2025

A Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Noise Floor

Crosstalk

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ARBOU-Broken Tape [DARK NATURE CONCEPT]

DearMusician

Villagers whispered that when El Chalambra appeared, time bent sideways—clocks stuttered, rivers reversed, and memories no longer obeyed their owners. His presence was both omen and invitation: to step beyond the known map, to risk dissolving in the kaleidoscope of his gaze, and perhaps never return the same.

El Chalambra

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Sekhem
By now, everyone should know that music is my medium to channel emotions and crazy ideas.
I’ve always loved random plonk — my own name for arpeggios. My life force comes from music, especially melodies, and nothing tops a powerful random plonk.

With Sekhem, my vision was to see how many random plonks could play together at once — creating a groovy inferno of chaos. The vision wasn’t variation or polished professionalism, but a pure mantra of raw chaos in random plonks.

Welcome home — on a rainy September day.
And the question remains: what’s the magical number I actually managed to fit in, all working together at the same time?

Sekhem

||| Once We Were Divine |||

An ode to remembering the forgotten truths of what it means to be human...
The power of feeling
The moment... 
The raw and real beating of blood and biology

The reclamation of time
Life
Connection
Empathy
Love 
Community

The power of forgetting the lies and behavioural conditioning
Turning away from fear

Embracing the self
The divine
Our birthright

Watch the video here
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqqSEWOVCdI

Once We Were Divine

Video: https://youtu.be/G8Ngh-gRgO8
A brief intermission from the present—this is a restored moment from six years ago, when I first touched the Pocket Operators and felt something shift. The PO-35 Speak and PO-14 Sub opened a new line of creation for me, and this short jam was one of the first sparks.
Now remastered in 4K with a new sound mix, it returns not as a statement, but as a breath between movements. A reminder of where things began, and how playfulness still finds its way into the process.
Not a full release. Not a throwback. Just a small interlude between deeper lines.
Peace, Mark

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