The man who sold his wife’s to the sea... 

The man who sold his.....

Tortured refugees scrutinised and segregated within a corrupt Tulip nation, supplying water to the hell of Xanadu. Aspiring Tullipians are left in a vortex labyrinth of the Nth degree only left to procrastinate in the fire’y beds of Nanoof’s wondercamp; the underlying mystic sense of eerie desire burns in them all.      

Systematic Soulless Irrigation

So one night, in the same fashion of many nights, I couldn’t sleep, and was left with a restless mind and an earthy weight to my body. I started this piece with recording some claps, followed by sampling my inhaler puffing. From then on the landscape piece escalated only slightly; the result was only puzzlement.    

Baby We Need Someone

Lauro and Tuval had a jam one day. Spontaneously, they transported their imaginations to a distant polluted south coast highway; with the objective of transcending the days trivialities. The Reslo thunder corrupted many, and left a detrimental stain on the youths of a new metropolis!!! 

Lauro And Tuve - The Reslo Blues

Tuval Schneerson

https://soundcloud.com/tuvalschneerson - My main soundcloud account

ecstatic velvet timbres