Distant Signals Mix Series

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A creature is born out of the ashes of human remains after a mass extinction event. Emerging into a new world where nothing else shares its consciousness, it assembles clues to its lineage through the drum, pitched instruments, and the human voice. Slowly accumulating more and more breakbeats over time, it goes through phases of discovery and learning before reaching an eventual cacophony – the overwhelming pain of knowing the fatal flaws which cause its ancestors’ demise. Eventually it reaches a gentle reconciliation, an understanding of its history with the courage to move forward in its own light in a grim new world.

“dis poem shall continue even when poets stop writin
dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history
in your mind
in time forever” 
Mutabaruka

@aftrmthmusic
IG: @kyle.aftrmth

AFTRMTH (Kyle Rogers) is a DJ and musicologist based in Brooklyn. Raised by jazz musicians, he came to dance music through the queer DIY scenes in 2010s NYC and Atlanta. Though his sets span genre and tempo, he has a particular affinity for the rhythmic experiments of jungle and drumfunk and the bassweight of dubstep. He is a graduate student at the NYU Department of Music.

Distant Signals 029: AFTRMTH

last half-ish of my set from @jackmacbk and @jwatkin7 's basement party The Hole from this past november, had a lot of fun :]]]]]]

live from the hole 11/24/23

AFTRMTH live at Happily Never Afters on NYD, 2024. This was one hell of a sensual slippery slope, filled with sultry basslines and downtempo soulful licks.

AFTRMTH @ Happily Never Afters (NYD 2024)

REC_4_AFTRMTH

this was my closing set for @the-carry-nation in the bad room!!! thank you will and nita and @goodroombk for having me i had a blast!!!

live from the bad room -- carry nation july '24

most of my opening set for the final Hole party at its current location :]

the final hole — live

"Summer of Solstice 3055: 

I’d just returned from a long stint working the orbital docks, preparing to settle back into the life cycle routine that was Valkor Zenith. The last thing I expected was to reconnect with three old friends from my days at the Echo House orphanage. Sora had slipped back from exile on Neoterra Prime. Rion had fled the undercity of Crysalis after a grav-bike race gone bad. And Omrin, who I hadn’t seen or heard of in more than a decade, had shown up out of nowhere as if no time had passed with a stolen data map and a proposition: we’d go find the Dream Beacon.

We’d grown up with the story. A myth, really. Some ancient alien relic buried deep in the sand sea, spoken of in hushed tones in level D bars and back-alley data centres. The promise was simple, if you could reactivate its signal with your own transmission, you’d be granted your most longed-for dreams and unimaginable wealth. No one had ever found it.

I’m still not entirely sure what made us set off and follow Omrin so blindly that summer. Maybe it was grief, maybe hope. Or just that need to move, to do anything but sit still. Each of us were adrift in our own orbit of longing and loss, and somehow, we collided again, drawn together like shards of a broken constellation.

We had left the neon haze of Valkor Zenith behind at sunset, riding the wide stretches of plasma rail to the outer edges as the city lights faded behind us. Nights were lit by twin moons and we passed the time listening to old mixes we’d recorded in our youth, our playlists humming through our comms as we hurtled across other-worldly landscapes at 200mph. In the two months that followed, we would laugh in the ruins of the Oblivion Cradle, party with rogue miners in bioluminescent fungi caverns, feel the cold rush of air as our bikes skimmed the ridges of the Halcyon Scar, be chased by Karn bike gangs through synth-storms, and save a lone settler named Joyce trapped in a dust pocket whilst traversing the Ash Spires. 

As we hurtled towards the promise of the Dream Beacon, I often wondered, was the beacon even real? And if it was, what would I even upload as my transmission? Maybe one of those old mixes we used to make. I’m sure all these questions flickered across all our minds, unspoken. But that summer, deep down, none of it really mattered. I would’ve followed those three anywhere..."

@riccardovillella
@truants
IG: @villella303
truantsblog.com

Distant Signals 077: Villella

“No planning went into this mix. Just one take recorded after reading the prompt. Recorded alone in my studio in Burlington, VT on a quiet night. I tried to not think about beatmatching. I also try to only play music I love, and I think I did that here. I enjoyed myself, which is another important thing I try to do. Here are some moments in my life that I have enjoyed greatly. 
-driving to a 24/7 truck stop diner in a snow storm in the middle of the night and writing thoughts down inbetween sips from the ceramic mug. 
-smoking a cigarette in an outhouse in the morning.
-every party that has disregarded time.
-everytime music has made me smile or gotten me so inspired that I find myself stuck in a repeating loop.”

@burlingtonelectronicdepartment
IG: @roost.world
Burlingtonelectronicdepartment.bandcamp.com

Distant Signals 078: Roost.World

“Geologist’s Erotic Log, Stardate 6969:

A lithophile—if literal and not biological or geochemical—is a lover of rocks as opposed to a scholar of them. I was shocked to find mineral sentience on a planet that had been mined for centuries. I wonder how many were lost to our ignorance.

They made themselves known while I was surveying a new shaft, a desirous, violent penetration. It was a delicate return of touch, skin against stone; my fragility tantalizingly clarified by their solidity. Although I pulled away, nearly ran away, I was rapt. A vibratory intensity held me, invited me deeper into their earth-dark interior with fingers traced along a precious fault line. In absent sight, I became haptic expanse, relishing my tongue against water-polished smooth and bloody, igneous scrape on inner thighs. They were pleasured too, I both flesh stalagmite and cavern. I came, a quiver; they came, a quake. As quickly they were gone into the indurate expanse at which I could only chip away. Perhaps a taste of our own medicine.”

@ezri_dax
IG: @ezri_dax

ezri_dax selects compassionate speed to bring you into transwarp; psychedelic rhythms to meld minds; high camp to tug the heartstrings; and always keeps it spacey on the 1s & 2s.

Tracklist:
1. Chris and Cosey, “Re-Education Through Labour”
2.  Fever Ray, “This Country Makes it Hard to Fuck (Björk Remix)
3. Raja Kirik, “ACT II. Budhal Gumuruh”
4. Octopic, “Eremita”
5. Nihiloxia, “Bwola (BFTT’s Swamped Edit)”
6. Vilaan, “How to Heal”
7. Jek, “Body”
8. Krumelur with Minimal Criminal, “Climbing Coconut Tree Backwards”
9. mögela, “Katten Lotus”
10. Sindh, “Liquefaction”
11. Rxex, “ATS IND”
12. Egg Meat, “Georgel”
13. Nebuchadnezzar, “eatmacand”
14. Orieta Chrem x Selvagia, “Puñete”
15. Muskila, “QAAR B”
16. Evelyn, “Pregunta”
3 / 3
17. sard, “defused”
18. Zvrra, “Alluvial”
19. Dåsar, “Doabey”
20. Xen Chron, “1L4U”
21. RM Estali, “Reboot”
22. Emelexy, “Raaro”
23. Seta Loto, “5MeODMT”

Distant Signals 079: ezri_dax

"this transmission is a calibration device

i found it in the springtime under a shower of pink blossoms
my spirit, an ooze seeping out onto the floor
in this state of sub-being, words passed through untethered—
unintelligible, and touch was void

the device sent rippling waves through the air,
arranging it into mutating forms
they traveled inward and rebounded, inverting inside and out
wisps of feeling newly embodied pushed boldly from every pore

i watched as the shapes of people grew unimaginably
the glimmering swells were interspersed with pearls
which gradually came loose and fell
unlocked, my innermost madness unfurled into a spiraled conch

as the day darkened, the sounds became grim and hoarse
emotions scraped against each other with serrated edges
disintegrating madness into a fine lunar silt
voices came flooding, and in unison whispered: trust"

@enereph
IG: @_enereph
https://gravitypleasure.bandcamp.com/album/water-bodies
https://soundsofnaga.bandcamp.com/album/immortal-mirth

enereph fell through at least three dream worlds looking for sounds to send their nervous mind spinning.

Tracklist:
Mown - An Endless Sweet Sweet Storm
A Strange Wedding - Wormhole Breaker
Simone Bauer - Ego Hacker
Ettore Rigadello - Ooteca
Biocym - Vanishing Point
Souzo - A175 Levit8
Beatrice M. - Crossing the Rubicon
Circular Square - L - 80BN (Soa420 Remix)
Ettore Rigadello - Keratin
Smogo - Submit To The Forest
Khey Mysterio - Basalte feat. Under/Standing
AJO - Kawanone (La Serpiente Remix)
RM Estali - Pitfalls
Prieste5s - Golden Hour
SNKLS - Stir
Sytrjv - Vexomorphis
Nathan Ho - Immodality
Herbalistek - Sentium
Otik - Lightyear Dub
dBridge - Filtered Scenes
Laraaji - Universe
perila - Fallin Into Space
Aisha Vaughan - Campfires
Comechelet & ϙue - Forbidden Love

Distant Signals 080: enereph

“You head down from the installation into the glacier, breath fogging the air. You hear echoes of splintering icicles reverb back to you from under a frozen lake. Deep unseen movements in the dark vibrate the walls as you go deeper into the ice. Underneath the loudspeakers of the installation above, you hear whispers and distant murmurs below.

You follow the whispers, turn to page 56.
You go back to the installation, turn to page 89.”

@s_h_o_p_p_i_n_g
IG: @sandelephants

Tracklist:
1. Burner - BunZer0
2. Soundcheck - Ekcent
3. Cracked Plates - Korzi
4. Kalo - Mulholland
5. Tension - Saule
6. Look After The Dead - Mosca
7. Adelia - Honeydrip
8. Filtered Contact - Slow83
9. Archos Gmini - Danny Goliger
10. Humo - Andrae Durden
11. Movements - Mia Koden
12. TAB3 - Průvan
13. Second Room - R4NS0M
14. Agora - Hiroma Keo
15. Layer 03 - No Sir
16. Grill Party - SPLT
17. Crunch - K-Lone
18. Melting Ladies - Roza Terenzi & D. Diffany
19. Should Be Looking - Arina Krondeva
20. Melt! (Coby Sey Rework) - Kelly Lee Owens

Distant Signals 081: shopping

Received transmissions from the outer reaches of an exquisite corpse universe

Distant Signals 029: AFTRMTH

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