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' (2018) was a radical hybrid of ancient mysticism and rebellious pop, and her upcoming LP 'Death is Home' propels listeners towards the extremes, bending fictile beats and cybernetic textures into transformational songs. This eagerly-awaited new album is a liveable, 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.

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Death Is Home

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.

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Not Defined By The Visible

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helen island - last liasse
Vinyl/Streaming/Digital
- 21.02.24 -

Ghastly and hallucinatory – Last Liasse is a sign of the times, alternative pop record by Helen Island. Within this debut album, the artist captures the saccharine gaze of digital escapism through characteristic filtered high notes, cut-up genres, and processed vocals. Providing a comprehensive overview of Helen Island’s self-distributed initiatives, with the ethos of the Parisian Simple Music Experience collective, the twelve tracks set a solid musical score that resonates with the age to come.

helen island - alice dj

Heith - The Liars Tell... 
Label: PAN
Cat.No.: PAN 143
Release Date: 10 May 2024
Purchase: pan.lnk.to/TheLiarsTell

Heith’s debut album X,wheel marked the beginning of a long journey, the start to a tortuous exploration of consciousness and spirit. The Liars Tell..., on the other hand, feels like a kind of respite, a moment of meditation and pause from the fatigue of dimension-hopping. As if the traveller dismounted their carriage and, standing puzzled on a crossroad, listened to the echoes of distant places. Occupying a liminal space and letting thousand of contradictory tales form the lyrics to one unfathomable song.

This EP’s emphasis on the singing voice is itself not casual, but the focal point of a research on language and words, from their uncanny worlding power to their ultimate failure to deliver universally accessible truths. The human voice is treated as the most fragile of instruments, a spectral presence aided into matter by technology. The tonally ambiguous beauty in Heith’s processed singing stands to imitate the immanent wisdom of sacral inspiration while simultaneously belonging to a sketchy trickster. A divine liar is whispering into the ears of the somnambulist, instigating dangerous temptations of knowledge.

The delicate shanty at the core of “<>e” conducts slowly from a shiny synth desert to a cascade of arpeggiated instruments to, finally, a contained eruption of percussion and noise, all while never losing its hypnotic sense of caution. INVERTED VERTIGO’s slow rising chords, prolonged whispers and lamenting flutes feel like a soul trembling to detach from a state of static plenitude, fevering to plunge into the abstract tumult of it conclusion. Similarly, the minimal, stretchy melody of “medicine boy/3cate” gives the vocals the space to alternatively fragment and multiply, only to then coalesce again into one choral force, ultimately giving space to a discharge of broken guitar strings. Closer “The Circus Lodge (Orchestroll Version)” is a mirrored reversion and an addendum to X, Wheel ’s “A Venus Flytrap In The Circus Lodge”, initially riding on the back of a reverb- drenched crescendo to a melancholic slow burn of electronic reeds.

This all makes The Liars Tell...a crucial point into Heith’s evolution, influenced by two years of increasingly ambitious live performances and by the relentless wanderings of an uncompromisingly creative mind.

Heith - INVERTED VERTIGO (PAN 143)

Explode

The gentle, synthetic end a rain of pads bringing back emotion, calm, and the reflection of the beginning.

Echoes of rain pads - Nauppa (Original Mix)

skaviński - dope

N1L - Wrong Headspace (UIQ0001)

Get it here - https://uiqmusic.bandcamp.com/album/wrong-headspace-uiq0001



Out 11th Sept 2015..



N1L - IGUANA LOVE BITE (UIQ0001)

Copenhagen-based DJ and producer Ingrate is ready with his debut EP ‘With A System In Mind’ out 14th of February via Copenhagen label Anyines.

Buy here: https://anyines.bandcamp.com/album/with-a-system-in-mind

Having previously roamed the club scene as Kid Antoine, this EP kicks off the moniker Ingrate, presenting a more mysterious and playful world of sonics; radcool speaker stack music, designed “with a system in mind”. The four tracks of the EP continue in the path of the only Ingrate release so far - 2018’s “Crypto Poser/The Enigma" out via Oli XL’s W-I (now Bloom) label. But it’s as if Ingrate is bringing an even quirkier funk to the club this time. Like a 2020 version of Mr. Oizo, if only a little sexier.

The connection to friend and collaborator Oli XL is clear in the sonics of the EP. Both of them masters of teasing the club - making you smile on the dancefloor. Touching on the the banalities and clichés of club music while still seeking new sound territories, the record is a slight tongue-in-cheek, but optimistic take on the dance music scene of the coming decade. Play it in the club, if you dare.

‘Imp’ takes point with it’s babbling percussion, hammering it’s beliefs firmly in steel against a backdrop of falling, redemptive pads. The jealous, hollow sounding cymbal voices of ‘Deceived’ counterpoint their own thoughts of despair. ‘Hoax’ is a sleight of hand spectacle; a svengali trick deck is conjured up and away again, as at the hand of a deception artist in the middle of a thick smoke screen. In the midst of it all, the listener’s only trustworthy companion becomes a mischievous “catch me if you can" synth; teasing, but still leading them, on their way through this world of mirages. 
The EP’s grand finale is ‘Yourself’ - a funhouse of the mind, full of blinding strobes, distorting mirrors and winking figures.

The world is strange, buckle up for the ride.

All music and visual art by Ingrate ---> @iiingrate
ANY14, Anyines, 2020.

With A System In Mind

Ingrate - Imp

UK record label based at fabric, East London. Run in part by Rob Booth (Electronic Explorations)

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