It's about time I put some new stuff on here. This one didn't fit with many of my upcoming releases so its yours for free (on here) Might make it purchasable on bandcamp if you wish.

Sy1unk

featured on WYJEBA TYPU CORE: https://cokolwiecore.bandcamp.com/album/wyjeba-typu-core
theres some great stuff on there

a photo of powerlines in japan

Gonna be my last track for a while... taking a break

SMCB

Xanthine Chops

Released on BreakStation
https://youtu.be/10POj7jeNWM

ZERO-DAY

Crash Log

Acid Williams

Color squad compiler 17 is out! (tm)

https://colorsquadrecords.bandcamp.com/album/c-o-l-o-r-s-q-u-a-d-0-1-7

Missionary Control

from ”A Universe Of Cherry Blossoms" LP.

Silent Bloom_preview

it clips a bit and too much happening in parts maybe but oh well XD

bouncy bubble ball

CycheoutsG feat DIE-SUCK - LIVE@MURDER CHANNEL VOL.29
https://murderchannel.bandcamp.com/merch/cycheoutsg-feat-die-suck-live-murder-channel-vol-29

All Tracks written, produced, remix by CycheoutsG
Vocal by DIE-SUCK
Recorded at Circus Tokyo on March 2, 2024
Illustration by Mountain Graphics
Design by Ketchuparts
Executive Producer - Yuta Umegatani (Murder Channel)

CycheoutsG feat DIE-SUCK at MURDER CHANNEL VOL.29

KPTEP038 - OMG This is so fun!!!
Me senté en una silla y me quedé mirando. Era un espectáculo glorioso de nada: ruido sin propósito, luces epilepticas. La gente seguía moviéndose al compás de ese ritmo frenético y estridente. “OMG esto es muy divertido”, pensé, mientras el absurdo me masajeaba el lóbulo frontal con uñas sucias.

La alegría era inminente, como una descarga eléctrica a un cadáver. Sonreíamos todos, felices de estar atrapados en esta maraña de rituales grotescos. Una voz se alzó sobre el estruendo y balbuceó algo sin sentido. El resto clamó una ovación por tan inteligibles palabras. Acto seguido, el cuerpo del que procedía la voz vomitó confeti y la congregación lo nombró presidente sin funciones.

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KPTEP038 - OMG This is so fun!!!
I sat down on a chair and stared. It was a glorious spectacle of nothing: purposeless noise, epileptic lights. People kept moving to the beat of that frantic, shrill rhythm. “OMG this is so much fun,” I thought, as absurdity gently massaged my frontal lobe with dirty fingernails.

Joy was imminent, like an electric shock to a corpse. We all smiled, happy to be trapped in this choreography of primal impulses. A voice rose above the din and mumbled something unintelligible. The crowd erupted in applause for such articulate words. We had enthusiastically hit rock bottom and called it progress. Someone threw up glitter and we made them president.

#ketapasando

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H3ADL3SS