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Strolling through the vast reaches of the musical realm Thur Deephrey has been digging up and playing hazy vinyl in Europe and the US for almost a decade now, sharing the stage with the likes of Okta Logue, Allah-Las, Forever Pavot, Embryo, Damo Suzuki, Sugar Candy Mountain & Michael Nau, as well as producing and recording his own, beat heavy, experimental music.  Besides spinning vinyl, Thur Deephrey incorporates all types of samplers, effects, edits, percussions and self-produced beats to go beyond the regular DJ set and add to the trip.

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Elstow is five or six friends spanning Sydney and the South Coast, making solar-obsessed psychedelic music since 2012.

The Inner Sight is the solo project of Guillaume Lamorille, guitarist and member of French psych-rock band The Black Waves (since 2011).
A darkly poetic and emotionally charged journey, the project delivers a cynical, humorous and melancholic perspective on the absurd course of modern humanity.
Blending psychedelic textures — haunting vocals, hypnotic rhythms, tremolo swells and gritty fuzz riffs — The Inner Sight crafts a deeply immersive sonic universe.
It’s not just music. It’s a revolt. A cry. A call to reconnect with the wild and the real.

Download the Album 'Voice of the tide' now at https://tomskellymusic.bandcamp.com

i bore to you a houndly frolic,
every rise and fall,
my backwords barkened by the rollick,
unheedy my call,

you gouged my grip, in scented slip,
for every phantom sniff,
and all that was, was lost because,
of wandering what if,

I bore to you a houndly frolic,
every fall and rise,
where winter whittled worry,
and unheedy went my cries,

your absence cast my echo,
in collide-a-scope collapse,
and all that is, was fleeting fizz,
for petulant perhaps,

so you tottered in a circle broken,
down on widdershins,
to engrave what must be left unspoken,
save by bitter grins,
upon the insides of my eyelids,
whence now even shorn and shuttered,
doth the vision of derision,
that the bitter grins have muttered,
cast it's kindling, sharp and spindling,
on the clenching of sightlesson,
so I'm sealing every feeling,
just to keep my keep from guessing,

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