MAXIME & BUTCHAK - KANA

happy new years!!! (honestly atp it might be a winter tradition to drop a baby keem remix lol)
also shoutout @obumo for the chops 

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little foresty drone for fun :) I've been living closer to the mountains this past year, learning to unwind by doing some more live ambient jamming. thank yall for listening!


full length tracks on my side bandcamp @ https://sporing.bandcamp.com/album/silver-mirror . all sales from downloads go to Australia Conservation Foundation. They save trees people

full length - bandcamp

apothecary mirror (snippet)

prod by .blcktylr
voc + mix @adri_ztl

etancher ma soif

SAMEH CLEAR MOI LE MIDDLE !!!

Art by www.instagram.com/stranded_donnie/

Covers and chords taken from #theamazingdigitalcircus soundtrack Vol. 1.
#gooseworx #glitchx #musician #pianocover #piano

Zoobin

It's burning, some moments
Let it happen like traffic and rain I don't mind
Stop yourself from just hiding away to get by
You're glowing, some moments
And the rain it washes away
Cause if not the wood flames and it hurts like you're dying

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Traffic & Rain

I GUIDE THIS BOAT AS IT ROCKS N THE 🌫️

anticon (feat. Issues of Doubt)

After the Wizard and the adventurous Keight spotted the twinkling star, the cliff began to crumble beneath them. With not a moment to spare for both of them to flee from the fragile ledge, the wizard conjured a spell, sending a gust of zephyrous winds that brought Keight to safety. Alas, the Wizard tumbled deep into the cavern's embrace, awakening with a foggy mind and no recollection of the unfortunate event.
As he cast Clairvoyance, he saw the remnants of an ancient sorcerer, clutching a dusty grimoire inscribed with the name "Skully" in ornate letters. Intrigued, he seized the tome and embarked on a journey through the shadowy abyss. The air was thick with the foul stench of decay, suffusing the area with an aura of ill will and malice. As he wandered through the gloom, the wizard felt hope falling through his fingers, pondering if he would ever return to his cherished, humble tower.


apothecary mirror (snippet)

fynn michlin