Dusting off the curio,
Pouring tea for nobody,
Hours in the atrium,
Where I cannot be bothered,
Custom tailored suit to show,
Life pursuit is agony,
Stagnant puddle sip to know,
The life that it can offer,
Pardon my style I shake like a leaf,
Step on a rake when there's work to be done,
There is laughing outside ain't my kinda scene,
Gesture to waive as they leave me behind,
Corn stalk towers I sit below don't understand the gravity,
Healthy caterpillars in my shitty little garden,
Starve the root the shits too grown,
Will I renew the rivalry,
Casket close that's how you chose stupid fucking martyr,
Working all night covering seeds,
Just so happen the trash I leave has sun dried,
Call from the poor they said it's too sweet,
Chucked to the side out of reach of the wide,

Atrium (lyrics)(demo)

AVANT GARDE | GUTTER PROG | GARAGE JAZZ

Some of our art is made on computers, some of it is made by hand. We are particularly interested in that gray area in between where you cant really tell. All of what we create here is one work laid out in segments, all connected. The Mystic Tape Deck universe is vast and explores all manner of adding meaning to our lives, while pondering meaninglessness.

Please consider supporting our project and helping us complete the work. We make books and cds that go with them. We also have a graphic novel and a custom oracle deck in the works. All part of the story.

A Multimedia Puzzle-Story Of An Immortal Being's Struggle To Define And Exert Their Will Upon A Wholly Deterministic And Ambivalent Multiverse, And The Strange Cult Who Loves Them.

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Greetings to you: readers, beaders, seekers, wanderers, wonderers, outsiders, rebels, fantasy gamers, freaks, mythologists, philosophers, appreciators, creators, perpetuators of beauty, coveters of mysterious objects, collectors of counter culture, the curious, the questioners, the unusual, the unique, the star children, the light workers, shadow integrators, diviners, alchemists, hermits, monks and popes, the saviors and prophets, the builders and destroyers of worlds, the old ones, the young ones, the rollers of boulders, the sun orbiters, the morning star dewdrops and twinkle toed dreamers of dreams, you mystic shining beacons, you crossers and denizens of the void, reality shapers, universe makers and underworld freaks.

"A prominent feature of avant-garde music is to break through various rules and regulations of traditional culture, in order to transcend established creative principles and appreciation habits. Avant-garde music pursues novelty in musical form and style, insisting that art is above everything else; thus, it creates a transcendental and mysterious sound world. Hint, metaphor, symbol, association, imagery, synesthesia and perception are widely used in avant-garde music techniques to excavate the mystery of human heart and the flow of consciousness, so that many seemingly unrelated but essentially very important events interweave into multi-level structures and forms."

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

I just love sound ..allsorts across the genre's ...hate getting stuck on one tip for too long ,been thru quite alot of eras &..have always from an early age written or jammed my own pieces of music..+ written poetry + lyric to songs ,i play guitar + produce ambient pieces on analogue units Roland tb 303 ,101,202,606,Juno 60. Was in my own bands years ago from about 1981 post punk era,dance electro stuff ,then ole skool scene when it was newskool,into drum n base era as it was happening...did pirate station stuff ,love dub reggae,great times..just carry on writing songs on acoustic guitar & do regular open mike sessions around my local area + jammin with other muse'os ...into  hho tec ....hydrogen...~  energy ...~ water is our future coal field.bit of an inventor..into unity ..autonomy n peace ..., peace out  ; )...~

We all live in a pool of sludge. But beneath our brains lie music, videogames, movies. In a sense, art and love; our only escape from the deadly mud. Alone, with friends or family, I hope that everyone will find in them a happy place where love and softness mix together.

☆ 𝔅𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 ☆

Our "THREATENED TO SPILL" EP -- Another merger of two projects, Arcachata and XITX, available for your checking out today!!
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The new album In Deference To (Indifference To?) the Seminal Works now on Spotify!!
https://open.spotify.com/album/5KvBqfQXbgQdz6uibwwuY0?si=Jg3GeuFCSbCEVS2gLF1y-Q
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Arcachata:
Main alcohol:  Trumpet, Piano, Acoustic and electric guitars, Monotonal and polytonal vocalisations, Bongo, Drum kit, Bass guitar, Trombone, Synthesizers, Sequencers, Percussion.

Ingredients: 1 oz rock, 1 oz trance, 1 oz avant garde, 1/2 oz instrumental hip hop, 1/2 oz metal, 1/2 oz world, 1/2 oz prog, and a splash of traditional Panamanian folk.

Preparation: Add all ingredients into sonic mindspace filled with 70’s, 80’s, 90’s and 00’s nostalgia.  Mix vigorously.  Strain electronically.  Stir gently.  Garnish with beats from the future.  Serve with some 20’s ghost whistling.

Drinkware: Store the lyrics away for the future generation.

ARCACHATA
Serving isthmian goth hop since November 2018.
Thanks for listening.
All music written and produced by Adolfo Ernesto Samudio Stec.

Working on covers for now. Have a few originals. Show some love.
https://open.spotify.com/album/3YNboCI0GcwNhB40A2oPx0

Atrium (lyrics)(demo)

julian engine