Cast of Characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender Stratocaster electric guitar and composition
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision Bass
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – synth and organ
The Beautiful Dark -- @thebeautifuldark -- Carl — vocals, whistling, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen — Tom Anderson Custom T model electric guitar, production, mix, and mastering
This song began at the end of last summer, August of '24, when Tez sat down and composed it on his guitar. He shared it with us right away, and while everyone jumped on it immediately, it sat on the shelf for so long because we all felt we needed a singer for it. Fast forward a year, and lo and behold, we picked up Carl, who is down for whatever vocals a song needs. 
  We began construction on this by creating the rhythm section. Ken first adding his explosive drums, followed by Josh completing the rhythm section with his four string, fretted bass, which he used a plectrum to play.  JJ entered the fray next, adding his otherworldly synth and thickening organ. 
  Then it sat. And sat. And sat some more, until Carl found us, or we found him, and he was finally able to add the missing puzzle piece. He also did something that none of us had ever heard before. He added the whistling at the end, too. But before we put it to bed, Stephen added some thrilling solo work with his axe, too, also towards the end. 
  Now that it was a completed song, we asked Stephen to mix it, even though it's really Tez's song, and that honor would usually go to him. However Tez was experiencing some technical difficulty, so the honor went to Stephen, who did his always professional production work on it. 
  This is a straight rocker from Eclectic Collective, being in all of our wheelhouses. This one was all made in house, too, so it's a great representation of our rocking skills as a band. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 

Original lyrics by The Beautiful Dark:

Curing core
Great lucid lore
Ore of iron dreaming
Alluring more
Grace lucid door
Assuring new real scening

Iron dreaming
Earth's core revealing

Tick tock that hope
Dream that design
Tick tock that goal
Aspiration in mind
Love locked to luscious
Living for time
New rules got rhyme
The future is fine

Iron dreaming
Earths core revealing

We need not fists
We need no guns
Just words and wist
Dreams for daughters and sons
You get the jist
A felt future is on
We'll clear the mist
Open those fists
It's a hug and a handshake
Then let's all move on

Iron Dreaming (Eclectic Collective)

About “Flickerstorm (Album Version)”
This track was inspired by the sounds of New Order and Echo & the Bunnymen that kept playing in my head under the moonlight.
I blended those influences with the dub and electronic elements I deeply admire, and it became the very first track I completed as Olttaoff.

Under my previous artist name, my works leaned more toward electronic downtempo. Over time, however, I realized that post-rock is an essential part of my identity, which led me to create this piece. In many ways, it feels like a return to my roots while moving forward.

It also marks a turning point in my process — shifting from hardware-based production to working fully in DAWs. The TR-909 featured on the artwork represents that transition, as well as a tribute to Roland, the iconic maker from my hometown in Japan.

Flickerstorm(Album Ver.)

https://soundcloud.com/user-434699157?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing and Me are Glitchy dot Phong

Glitchy dot Phong - A Million Soulless Soldiers

Photo: Glasgow, Scotland, 2025.

Some uptempo for you. Middle section I was attempting a take on Remain in Light era Talking Heads for what it's worth.

As ever, listen all the way through = good karma... thank you.

Drums: NI Kontakt loop.
Bass: Sandberg Elektra 4-string with flats through NI Guitar Rig.
Guitars: Fender Telecaster into NI GuitarRig.
Keys: various VST from NI and Arturia.
Mastering: Ozone 11 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12

Bandcamp

Antedote to a Frozen Mind

Moog Subharmonicon playing the chords and arpeggio. A different mix of the sub oscillators fed through a separate filter forming the bass.

Winter Is Coming

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https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/recycle-or-break-it-seven

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an alternate take on the original
The World Is One Damn Recycling Machine
soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/the-world-is-one-damn

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Recycle Or Break It: Track 6

Inspired by the short story The Reactor: https://substack.com/home/post/p-176987522

Elegy for a Vanished Audience

There is a picture by Carl Spitzweg this track refers to: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnome_Watching_Railway_Train Also, there is a poem byJeff Gardiner (stonerjazz: https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679 ) that I reworked beyond recognition to answer to that picture. I herewith do apologize to both the maestros. An Akai Miniak, a Korg VT4, a Superlux D112/C and a Zoom R8 as well as Samplitude x8 software were complicit in the crime. Furthermore: Would anyone today still create a work of skill and art and not resort to AI? For this one, I played every instrument myself and you can hear my voice .... but the image is a self-warholized part of the original ......

poem: Jeff Gardiner and Jo Richter
sounds and composition: Jo Richter
image: Carl Spitzweg and Jo Richter

listening through
echo cavities, he
small and uninformed
seemed to know

in knotted root dreams
few and far between, he
unarmed and unharmed
was left behind in the waking

exponentially exposed
sleeps's leftover claim, he
felt grown, expanded
with sunlight pooling
trained heath
underneath

gnome

gnome - with stonerjazz

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
We will be different like all the rest
A body to call my own
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming and going alone

We were supposed to be - Animal life
They all look like me - Animal life
The motion of thought is most similar
stimulant
Time and clothes are a construct
simulant

Water springs from the ground
We all find it, we all drink of it
We all taste it, pass the cup around

Someone passed through the backyard
Someone unknown
With heavy culture
With no home
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming or going weeakly aloane

Fruit on the branches - Animal life
Taking no chances - Animal life
The last story to be passed down
was forgotten, it stopped being said
Life springs all around, Death of the dead
July 24, 2025

Animal Life

An invocation for late October

(ya don't get this sort of thing doin' AI shit....it comes from the soul)

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Invocation of the Darkness

Old stuff, early two thousands.

*** Ianamar ***

É melhor não fazer nada, que poupamos energia
nesta vida condenada a aumentar a entropia.
Ao telefone com o Roberto, e deitada no divã,
eu vivo em conflito aberto com a minha querida mamã.
Ela quer tudo arrumado, mas é melhor que desista.
Eu não vou ser sujeitada à exploração capitalista.
Meu quarto de adolescente é um hino à revolução,
com cuecas fedorentas espalhadas pelo chão.
A mamã está chateada. E eu constato uma ironia:
Enquanto este mundo aquece, nossa relação já esfria.
Mas não é o que parece. Nunca quis que fosse assim,
e hoje eu peço-te desculpa por tu não gostares de mim.

Translator gets a little lost, specially in the last sentence, so here goes my attempt:

It's better to do nothing, so we can save energy
in this life constrained to increase entropy.
On the phone with Roberto, and lying on the couch,
I live in open conflict with my dear mom.
She wants everything tidy, but she would better give up.
I will not be subjected to capitalist exploitation.
My teenage bedroom is a hymn to revolution,
with smelly panties scattered across the floor.
Mom is upset. And I realize the irony:
While this world heats up, our relationship is already cooling down.
But it's not what it seems. I never wanted it to be this way,
and today I ask your forgiveness for you not liking me.

Ianamar

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