Spectra Noir conjures a world suspended between grief and revelation.

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Ilum Tangendo

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.

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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.

Llévame lejos

For those who don't want to download a giant file and stand on one leg while juggling.

Vlideliot (stereo mix)

Good day everyone.

Here's a teaser track from my forthcoming album 'Weedkiller' due for release in Autumn 2025.

Enjoy!

Kiffie

Weedkiller

Original version composed 2022. Now expanded and possibly improved in 2025.

Recycle D1

The killing only stops when we stop allowing the evil beasts like BN make decisions for the planet. I had got his evil head on here but best put Yoda Jedi cat power on his sorry ass instead.

We need SPINE from all other world leaders outside Isreal and the US to issue sanctions that will hurt the Isreali people so they wake up and change the evil status quo.

When Hitler did the same thing to the Jewish people the whole world shed blood to save them. Now it's happening to the same type of beings, other HUMANS and we won't even put financial pressure on the purpotrators.

We need the most viscious sanctions ever imagined NOW to stop this inhumane evil

If that means we all take a financial hit! So what, losing all our money is worth it to save one Palestinian child from starvation and death
If you compare the EU reaction to Iranian fundamentalism and their silence on Isreali fundamentalism. They just seed that division and that silent inaction is justifying and enabling this genocide and horribly setting a presedence for other autocratic societies to do or try similar in the future. Obviously Iranian leadership is wrong too and evil but our reaction to Isreal speaks volumes about the double standard and the xenophobic projections our leadership projects onto the planet and into people's heads birthing these false realities we all have to endure and accept.
Spine! NOW we have to pass this test and come together in my pea head opinion!

Lyrics

Release it from you
Release it from you

Hey misfits
You're coming tuned with a tick tock
It's almost a sacral virtuoso
A chakral rush soles to cranium
Light tuned / In light shoes
Body tuned / In the sun's clues
Some bright of a different kind

Tuned / in light shoes
Fused / In the sun's clues
Some draining to do. / Negative out of you

Come on in
Play the conflict thin
It's releasing
Let peace in
Tuned
Fused
Mused
Cruised
Brewed
Pruned
Perused
Soothed
Smoothed
Tuned

Release this from me
Release this from you
Release this from everyone
Weak or strong
Now, we're new

We're releasing the darkness
We're protecting the brightness
We're shelving the starkness
We're projecting the lightness
The lioness
Phenotypical mindfulness
Signing off the traits of old
Oh that old old tiredness
Let go Likud
Release your darkness
Zion has a limit,
Just like Ireland.
Too Loki like
No care
Just making sure your grass is there
Well, stop
Together, let's watch your ideas burn
Found
The only way back is stand the fuck down
You've got one line to draw,
Found in a handshake with Allah.
And retreat to where we all saw, freedom...
Surely you'd never become what nearly killed you all?
You have become what nearly killed you all
Truth - Square 'tash had gas - You have the food & all the keys to all the grass!

Well Now you know
So let it go
Then, let's all play chess and ball
And share those instruments we play
Seems they're the same
Dear human's day
Peaceful
Wrapped with love
Rainbow gay channelled straight through the dove

Ceasefire for the sun
Ceasefire for everyone
Let's release all of our poison
All of our poison
All of our poison
Release all of our poison
Release all of our poison
All of our poison
All of our poison
Release all of our poison
Release all of our poison
All of our poison
All of our poison
A snake bite for those negative noises
All of our poison
All of our poison
Release all of our poison
Release all of our poison
All of our poison
All of our poison
Release all of our poison
Release all of our poison
All of our poison
All of our poison



174Hz tuning fork central to the piece. On the world of solfeggio frequencies apparently that allows us get rid of deep negative energy.

We use Chinese drums and Indonesian gamelans. My pea head crazy brain believes that gets power from those parts of planet Earth and wraps it around the idiocy between me and the origin of those instruments. A nice type of madness to face up to the actual madness. Let's go you evil fuckers. You won't hide from truth forever 

Likud, Please Stop (Or we'll send Yoda ⚡)

Chair Room-Better future

Tarralun Void

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The kAndyKollective plays the music of Andy Parrott. 

Middling music from a middle aged, middle Britain, middle class kind of kollective who have listened to far too much music over the years to come up with anything  coherent. 

Think blues, think 70s prog, think heavy rock, think jazz, think baroque, think minimalism, think electronica, think dance. Think of something new.

Some artwork by my friend Kelv who has style. You can find more by him at www.instagram.com/kelvinjenkins6/

Other photos by members of the Kollective.