Command Override

"sea salt" by emer out Thursday 3/2 on cassette/digital via Lillerne

emer - through the earth

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Roy Batty Jr.  - Complicit Stutter [PS014]
Pure Space Recordings, 2023
𝓑𝓾𝔂 👉🏾 https://roybattyjr.bandcamp.com/album/complicit-stutter

🔴 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝔸𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕤𝕥
https://roybattyjr.bandcamp.com/
https://soundcloud.com/n6maa10816jr


🔵 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕃𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝
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𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖊#127 📢 Roy Batty Jr.  - Bible Lashing Belt Reading [Pure Space Recordings]

World Why WEB

KABAAL - Weerman  [MDT008]

@dorisdana feat @voice_actor
from 'reveries' on Somewhere Between Tapes
SBT06

doris dana - oceanic symmetry ft VOICE ACTOR

Rudebwoy P - alexxx rib (ibuprofen mix)

Augustin Braud - Trônes Amoncelés
CD / Digital
Released 28.03.25

Following a monograph of chamber music pieces performed by Ensemble Alternance, Trônes Amoncelés is the second LP by composer, musicologist and multi-instrumentalist Augustin Braud — a recipient of commissions from groups such as Ensemble Intercontemporain or Orchestre Philharmonique de Radio France, as operatoring under the industrial experimental moniker Ohr Hiemis as well as in the progressive metal band Erebe.

Inspired by Antonin Artaud's Les dix-huit secondes and written during a residency at La Muse en Circuit, the piece blends digital manipulations of Braud's voice with the legendary 50 years-old Serge modular synthesiser as well as meticulous guitar work. The restriction of the instrumentarium offers a coherence in otherness, as the sound sources blend into an analogue, distorted maelstrom. The abrupt variations and use of feedback reflect the madness and dread transpiring from Artaud's art, as when listening to the chilling Pour en finir avec le jugement de Dieu (1947).

In this piece, the composer becomes a récitant as well as a performer and improviser, blurring the boundaries of the roles usually assigned to composers; the text of Les dix-huit secondes is thrown into an abyss blurred by frameworks and functions, but also by genres. Braud borrows as much from musique concrète as from no-wave in this hallucinatory, radical work, carried along by the obscure breath of black metal, the soundtrack of a world more than ever eroded.

Augustin Braud - Trônes Amoncelés (excerpt)

Montreal, Quebec. A vast, adorned studio—an after-midnight sanctuary for the MOAB collective. Outside, winter carves its presence, the snow piling high against the factory’s walls. Inside, time dissolves into a sprawling, 24-hour reverie—music unfolding in an endless current, every moment captured, distilled, refined.
MOAB is a Montreal-based collective that embraces improvisation as its guiding force. Long, unbroken sessions where intuition eclipses thought, and where the body moves before the mind.
This is their first offering, released on Knekelhuis. A document of instinct, frozen in time yet endlessly shifting.

Laws Ov Nature

MOAB - Laws Ov Nature

Spirit Flow

Release date : June 13th 2016

LISTEN : https://wavinghandsrecords.bandcamp.com/album/the-old-guard

'The Old Guard' was recorded in 1987 in San Jose by Nicole Campau, at the early age of 11. She was helped by her father Don Campau, a musician and radio-host active since the 1960's, whom lend her his TEAC A3440 4 track open reel recorder. Nicole wrote the lyrics, sung, played acoustic guitar and Moog synth, while her father played other keyboards, percussions and turntables. He later released the tape on his own label, Lonely Whistle. 

The result is a unique blend of minimal synth mixed with cheerful poetry and rap tunes, crossed by a lo-fi folk song and Nicole's personal notes to herself with random asides, as only kids know how to do it. 

Limited edition of 50 red coral cassettes with neon pink j-cards, recorded at home in Rennes (FR).

Tracklist:  
 	
1- What You See
2- Listen Well	
3- My Feelings Inside
4- Baby Don (For Peter Blind)	
5- Tyra And Me
6- New Fashion 
7- Thanks

WH011 Nicole Campau - New Fashion

Artist: Milan W.
Title: Envelope
Format: 12 inch vinyl (incl. download)
Release date: 6th of June 2018
Cat no: EKS016
Edition: 500

order here: https://eksterlabel.bandcamp.com/album/envelope

Presenting “Envelope”. Album written, produced & mixed by Milan W. and pressed on 180g vinyl, to be released on the 6th of June 2018. With foil-stamped cover-drawing by Gerard Herman. Mastered & cut by Helmut Erler at Dubplates & Mastering. 


Tracklist:

A1: Slope
A2: Astma
A3: Orchestral
A4: In Limbo

B1: Heraldic Snippets
B2: Slow Runner
B3: Glaasjes
B4: Malady


The harlequin turns the handle. The contraption sucks in air, and breathes. Blows out tone poems. Wordless ballads that soundtrack enchanted scenarios. Issues forth magic. A sorcerer`s apprentice casting its spell. Animating the inanimate. To everything a life. Sets the frozen fluttering. Pirouetting in red shoes. Illuminates what was dark. Astma sings a Gamelan lullaby. Summons comforting angels to a post-Industrial landscape. Glaasjes has Jazz ghosts inhabit an empty bar room. Spirits stealing excuse-me`s under its deserted spot. In Limbo amplifies their whispers. Lead soldiers court jewellery-box ballerinas behind shuttered shop fronts. On Heraldic Snippets, a tin infantry marches. Ten thousand men up to the top, and back down again. Keys make-believing that they are massed brass and fife. 

The bellows pump, and the pipes all the while wheezing. An automaton philharmonic at the bidding of a steam-punk master. Analogue and digital. Clockwork and glitch. Malady finds sounds isolated, extrapolated, mutated. Orchestral`s organ-grinder moves with urgency, and alchemy. Spinning straw into gold. Snare rolls become bubbling mercury. Metallic, yet fluid. Racing at the speed of flight and escape. Slope is the music of water chasing through crystal caves. Slow Runner, a funeral crawl. Shoved into motion by a drama of strings remembered. 

Like the charismatic Rat-Catcher of Hamelin, the harlequin turns the handle, and we bang the cup.  (Text by Robert Harris — banbantonton.com)

Milan W. — Envelope (Preview)

Ekster