Released on 17th July 2023 as part of the V.A. - 'Subcultural Odyssey' compilation co-released by Speedcore Worldwide Audio Netlabel and Chelicerate and available now for free download!

- Speedcore Worldwide Audio Netlabel:
https://speedcoreworldwideaudionetlabel.bandcamp.com/...
- Chelicerate:
https://chelicerate.bandcamp.com/album/subcultural-odyssey

Compiled By Neil LAR & Thorsten Kuznik
Mastered By Ohmega Sir
Artwork By Mattia Travaglini Artworks
Released By Speedcore Worldwide Audio Netlabel
Co-Released By Chelicerate (chl009)

Eigengrau - Against Lightning (featuring Samin Son)

Uvila

One of tracks from album "osorezan" (com64)
https://communedisc.bandcamp.com/album/osorezan

Music by Kyosuke Terada 
Mastered by Yasfumi Suzuki 
Photo:Yousuke Fuyama

released 9th June 2022 from Commune disc

osorezan Ⅵ

On 7 April 2018, the city of Douma, Syria, was targeted by two chemical weapons attacks. At that time, the city and its surrounding areas had been under siege by the Syrian military since 2013. At least 70 people died in the attacks, according to reports.

Two distinctive yellow canisters, similar to those previously linked to chlorine gas attacks across Syria, were found following the strikes: one on a rooftop balcony near to Al Shuhada square, and the other in a bedroom at an unknown location in the city.

https://bedouindrone.bandcamp.com/album/conflict
https://bedouindrone.bandcamp.com/album/i-r

BedouinDrone - Douma

fire

unbuilt - 55

from KR110: An Moku & Stefan Schimdt - Raum im Raum (tape / DL) out on june 16th 2023

AN MOKU & STEFAN SCHMIDT - RiR °2

Are You Diffrent?

Cast down, with complete and utter disregard into the dark. 
Crashing down 
to scatter, splatter, smear and smudge 
from all the plethora surfaces and textures, 
each more grating than the previous. 
Aimlessly ricocheting we remain until no more. 
And that is when darkness settles once again. 
After we have shedded our essence,
With no shred of our past radiance left,
Until no gamut remains
We abate.

Where is the mercy, the grace?
Why must we be violated like this?
Not with a conscience benign, that is conspicuous…

Ever was the dichotomy more evident, 
never was the inevitable peril
so blatantly presented to us 
in its repugnantly glorious, meticulous concertation. 
For everything, 
couldn’t anything have been in any other way?
We plead,
But only our dread rebounds. 
Must it be like this?
Why o’ why?
We cry
On our sojourn odyssey;
wry.
	
Is this not neglect?
	Is this not meditated?
	Is this not by design?

Our hearts,
Encumbered with the brewing disdain,
Alchemy most primal, 
Turning flesh into clumps of cancerous lead,
Heavy and cold poisoning our intent,
Merely expedites our descent,
Our resolve,
Set in stone,
And the tombstone akin to a placenta
In the other end of our umbilical cord,
Tangled up in a hangknot,
Collar tightly around our neck.

This isn’t for the best.
This isn’t love
Isn’t this?

Fazed by disbelief,
Despair in our eyes,
Overwhelmed, discombobulated, mortified
Mouths cast shut by fear and anguish,
No sound is made,
For down we must,
Condemned we frown,
towards the promised land
Of our demise,
Where hope is a ploy, no longer our friend.
	
	Was this really decided?
	Can there be anyone behind this,
	But a sadist father, sick and vile? (Disavowed)

Woe and hatred,
Growing with our disillusionment,
And the liable,
Like a traitorous coward; Afar.
Untouchable,
Arcane and obscure.
So, the invisible hand of anger within, 
Makes us lay our hands onto each other,
As to the surface we struggle,
Touched by the animosity, we respond.
By design?

	For whatever purpose, 
we eschew.
	Greater plan, at our expense, 
we reject
	Merely Divine Entertainment, 
we lament:

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Dozens of Bibron's Toadlets sing on a beautiful cool night in the marsh beside Durras Lake. In the surrounds there were hundreds of these toadlets.. accompanied by many insects, the occasional microbat and the lovely waves on Durras beach. 
Murramarang National Park, NSW, Australia.
My deepest respect to the rightful owners of this land, the Yuin people, past and present, who used to live and roam across this beautiful place.

A Chorus Of Toadlets Squeak Underneath The Starry Sky

jeremy hegge