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(DAWN017) UN1TED NOWHERE V/A
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Mastered by Truehd
Design by Hajj
Dawn 2023

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Jonnnah - I Care 4 U

Written and produced by @hadji-hajj
Mastered by Bertrand Härdi
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℗ & © 2023 Promesses

"'Promesses Vol. 3' is the third compilation of the label including 31 tracks by 44 different artists from all around the globe. This release is built like the previous ones: a long abstract narrative journey composed of eclectic passages from ambient ballads to deconstructed pop club anthems. 'Promesses Vol. 3' is a good testimony of the current label work.

Here is the full list of the artists involved in the compilation: abel31 • ACAB (@_@) ROOKIE • Agazero • Amazondotcom • AYEGY • Baby Pantera • Bianca Scout • blastah & DRVGジラ • bod [包家巷] • Brodinski & Modulaw • Broosnica • Dviance • HAJJ • Jorrdan • Kelman Duran & Ans M • LacopinedeFlipper (prod. Amor Fati) • Lili Castiglioni & Vilhelm. • Mda (prod. ambeats) • metaki (prod. Hugo Calcio) • Nafftero • pam3 (prod. more eaze) • ptite soeur • Ragazza XXI • Safety Trance • salome (prod. Dviance) • Sébastien Forrester & Apulati Bien • Taraneh • TTristana & Miss Jay • Uliss (prod. Idée Noire & Jorrdan) • u o & lazza gio (prod. les angelos) • Yaka"

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HAJJ - Life as a Death Ritual

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Isaka - H34T D34TH (superN0V4)

Fausto Mercier - Tool Assisted Slowrun

bela - My Love Is Forever

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The signal is strong, send to all. Widegaze, post-beat, freneticisms and hoover – Body Motion plugs in sideways to decode one layer of cogent reality at a time. Parallel paradigms, monthly on NTS1 
https://www.nts.live/shows/body-motion/episodes/body-motion-dawn-29th-december-2023

Body Motion w/ Dawn 291223

Taken from Racine's new album 'Boue' (G&P026), out March 24, 2024

Gin&Platonic are pleased to welcome the Montreal based composer, producer and sound designer Julien Racine to their catalogue. Following up the Genot Centre record with Keru Not Ever as Corporation and the stunning solo albums on Danse Noire, we're now blessed to present his newest longplay 'Boue', simply translated from French as 'mud'.
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Offshore it's foul weather.

I climbed down the stone steps of my two-storey tower to reach the shore. Anthracite. The steps are slow and precise; those of a new life apprehending itself in its fresh descent. I used to be a composer: 142 pieces of varying length mourn my career. Mostly for string quartet. I tried orchestrating percussion with tuba. To no avail. No albums, but individual pieces, yes, pieces that bled the contradictions of the world through sketches of bronze angels. I tried to compose it as well as I could: every day I'd add a new note, the next day I'd remove it. In this gap, between adding and removing, lay the beauty of the music. This is how I managed to compose the 142 pieces that today resonate in the belly of every betrayed.

Where was my mother when I was presenting these pieces to the world? In the emotion or indifference of the sound meadows? My mother, who bequeathed me her heart defect as an inheritance, all the better to avoid me? The heart I now have, — transplanted from a pig, whose vena cava is slightly smaller in diameter than the human average — leaving me gasping for breath when I climb the surrounding mountains? She sent me just one letter, too short, in which she told me she had gone to hear one of my pieces, the performance of which lasted 4 hours and 13 minutes, in Budapest: “Dear Pascalin, your piece performed at the Bela Bartok National Concert Hall reminds me of the day you were born, when we parted. This made me cry a little. Iˇm not being facetious, it's the truth. Suddenly your life appeared to me, in the music, as a morsel of forgotten evidence. Kisses. Madeleine.”

The rising air is pure.

As I reached the shore, I gave my hatred of music to the seagulls, which squawked at the shrill of my footsteps shuffling across the polished stones. Their music is close to mine, I thought. A great wind of a new day carried their polyphony to the storms of the open sea. Cantatas, arias and requiems, all at once, in the undulating rage of the horizon. This time I’m in is nasty, isn't it? Living with these seagulls that sing for no one. My pig’s heart is beginning to beat faster. This heart inside me that isn’t mine but makes me live. I take a metal chair that had been lying on the shore since last summer, and I sit on it. Look over there, she says. I pick up an abandoned driftwood branch, washed by the sea’s salt, and wave it in the air, signaling the rain’s slow arrival. A morsel of forgotten evidence, I silently think. Lately, good foul weather to compose anew.

Written & produced by Julien Racine
https://julienracine.com/

Mastering & additional production by Jesse Osborne-Lanthier
https://jesseosbornelanthiernoir.bandcamp.com/

Artwork by Jiri Macku
instagram.com/jiri_macku

Words by Justin Leduc-Frenette (Keru Not Ever)
https://justinleducfrenette.com/

G&P026 🪞

bela - My Love Is Forever

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