Juke/Footwork Mix 1

The Heretic Anthem (Slipknot Cover)

Aïsha Devi nurtures an idiosyncratic approach to her music. She describes her sound as Aetherave, and uses bassy-heavy club motifs and intentional aesthetic signifiers to transport listeners to a dizzying, kinetic environment, harnessing timeless frequencies. On each record, Devi has advanced her philosophy and developed her technology; her last album 'DNA Feelings' was a radical hybrid of ancient mysticism and rebellious pop, and 'Death is Home' propels listeners towards the extremes, bending fictile beats and cybernetic textures into transformational songs. This eagerly-awaited new album is a livable, breathable sonic essence that reveals itself alchemically, reorienting anachronistic cultural preconceptions with its contemporary, ornate language and eerie architecture.

'Death is Home' is ultimately a manifesto. It's Devi's most revealing work to date and a direct result of her personal evolution and ongoing quest. Growing up under the shadow of isolation and abuse, she formed her practice as a healing method, using it to neutralize her past and recreate an alternate, more hospitable reality - beyond the human condition. 
Her feelings were compounded when she tracked down the whereabouts of her father B.K. Gurung, a Nepali drummer whom she never knew. Devi was informed he had died young, but rather than perceive this as a binary, through mourning, she realized that his existence had already offered her a lifeline and a refuge. 

Devi's words and productions reach out to a place where weightlessness has the power to dissolve the corporeal world's manufactured terror of death. Without this trepidation, life's boundaries and limitations fall away. "Burn the flesh, a Deva's born," she sings over tense, pneumatic kicks on 'Not Defined by the Visible'. Her voice is contorted by electronic processes, but the meaning is human: to reach the holy, we must shed our skin. The narrative that guides the album unfurls with the plasticity of an open-world videogame, a space where one can unravel the dogma of life vs. death. On 'Lick Your Wounds', Devi reveals her deepest trauma, pacifying it with rousing, ritualistic rhythms and melancholic pads. "Vapors of violence remain in my broken bones, intoxicate my DNA," she invokes. "I'll lick my wounds and heal at night. I'll take over." She extends this invitation to anybody tuned in to her signals, providing lodging for those that crave it. Birth is virtual. Death is home.

Death Is Home

vinyl / stream

Immortelle

Dulce humo

Cada cosa con su droga,
así razona 
          cualquier persona.
El ídolo se prende fuego,
es fumado por el pueblo,
en la sangre y en los pulmones,
se consagran los campeones.

01 INTRO+dULCEhUMO

Pop/Dance track, written by Lisa Rogers and produced by Philip Larsen (Grammy award winner for mixing Kylie Minogue's 'Come Into My World'). 

Without You Now

Veneno - Ale LS, ARIA, ESTRELLA SEMIVIVA

OUT NOW ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/40yjXKOFz6Xu2adGgJRNZR?si=nR4NbeGyTT-fD8oy1HP8tA

HERE IT GOES ON BANDCAMP: https://acidgvrl.bandcamp.com/album/100th-big-happy-family-100th-project-special-edition-poppi-spookis-version

LYRICS:

XoXPoppi Intro:
Your talking rubbish, yeah your talking rubbish
Wanna intercept my imperfections
Acting like I’m such a felon
Well then
I’m blowing up
British little girl got you in your feelings
British girl drove you mental now you’re
*Gunshot*

*Phone Rings*

CLASSY!

XoXPoppi Chorus:
Your talking rubbish, yeah your talking rubbish
Wanna intercept my imperfections
Acting like I’m such a felon
Well then
I’m blowing up
British little girl got you in your feelings
British girl drove you mental now you’re on the ceiling
Acting all tough and bad tissues your feeling
Soft
Ass
Hardheaded
In American your eating lead
In America your called a sped
My lyricism is what got me fed
Up with your bullshit
Constant talking

XoXPoppi Verse:
When you text my phone I get to straight up blocking
When I sat there and cried you kept on fucking walking
Begging and pleading you
Now I’m bleeding for you metaphorically
Destroy your bitch ass like drake
Call it euphorically
I’m in my emotions right now
You cannot force me
So fuck up outta here with all that Goddamn enforcing
I’m in my emotions right now
You cannot force me
So fuck up outta here with all that Goddamn enforcing


XoXSpooki Verse:
Poppi Slow down real quick
Let me handle this shit
Why y'all talking all that shit??
To my sister you’ll eat blick
I’m the American one here not her
Furthermore
Youre the Whore
Fake ass Fuck boy galore
Never trust a man sis
Sorry if that wasn’t masculine
I meant to say I blast at men
Call my ghost up
Chase your fuck ass like were fucking pacman
Shoot his ass pack man
Packwatchspooki
Off the goopie
Sorry mom I’m goofy
Haven’t slept yet but your fucking negative
Our emotions in tack you fuck with us
Your emotions celebate
Celebrate your death hoe
Scare your ass
Momo
Memphis bitch nomo
Finding money
Nemo
Finding money
Nemo

XoXPoppi End Chorus:
Your talking rubbish, yeah your talking rubbish
Wanna intercept my imperfections
Acting like I’m such a felon
Well then
I’m blowing up
British little girl got you in your feelings
British girl drove you mental now you’re on the ceiling
Acting all tough and bad tissues your feeling
Soft
Ass
Hardheaded
In American your eating lead
In America your called a sped
My lyricism is what got me fed
Up with your bullshit
Constant talking

100TH BIG HAPPY FAMILY (100TH PROJECT SPECIAL) (POPPI & SPOOKI'S VERSION)

ACIDGVRL& XÔX - RUBBISH. (FEAT. XOXPOPPI & XOXSPOOKI) (YÛMI'S VERSION)

Pop single with disco elements by Lisa Rogers 

Run To You

Escucha CARTOON NETWORK de saramalacara en #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/k9z4wj4Loo2GmsyF6

SWAGGERMAN - yo me muevo solo (Saramalacara - cartoon network)

caÑa muy ruda

Música electrónica, hecha en computadoras.

Checkout my music on Youtube (I upload different songs there )

LKD

Gero Blacksmith