Originally released in 2020 on Circa A.D. Autopsy Vol. 1
Artwork by @gyurbhi

AUTOPSY VOL. 1 [C.A.D.2]

KoiFin - Melo

Current Bias - Stimming

EXIT

KABETE

On ACEN065, NYC-based producer enfleshed makes their All Centre debut with a collection of atmospheric, alien club cuts. They follow up the excellent Beautiful Behavior EP from earlier this summer with three tracks which embody the producer’s unique sonic world, manipulating textural otherworldly organic sounds over driving club rhythms.

The EP opens with chaos pendulum. Oscillating voices echo and overlap over pummelling kicks and razor-sharp percussion. The track builds with broken techno rhythms, whilst a swirling, discordant synth adds a melancholy edge to the atmosphere.

Next up, alien chatter introduces nightshade before crashing snares and weighty sub bass lead the track into a clattering electro-esque workout. An earworm synth melody enters the fray half way through the track before the kicks switch into a hefty four-to-the-floor pattern, ramping up the intensity until the finish.

our last muscle begins with meticulous, strange sound design before syncopated bass hits bring the track into its groove. Swirling percussion envelopes the listener while a tense melody pierces the mix, with tight rhythmic switch-ups to keep dancers on their toes.

dante is available across all digital platforms from November 15th.

enfleshed - nightshade [ACEN065]

Rumina returns with Chase: Remix, a bold reimagining of
her latest release, featuring innovative reinterpretations by
Deb Foam, Abidir, Wulffluwxciv, and Noise Diva. The
Swedish-Turkish producer and DJ, , invites these boundary-
pushing artists to deconstruct, reassemble, and amplify
the dark, club-driven energy of the original Chase.

Quarry (WULFFLUW XCIV Remix)

@patarlab @vinerrrrr

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4ehGk52g3E
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 

With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazà [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Qurgōn (WULFFLUW XCIV Remix)



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