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ALX BROKEN - Flow Reaction 01

13.10.18 DS160 - Mark Morgan [excerpt]

Bach - Alle Menschen Müssen Sterben  BWV 643 2

Sculptures

Sculptures  Pt. 1

Sculptures Pt.1 (full EP on Bandcamp)

First single from my upcoming LP "Things"

Three Worlds

Mimo-Soto was recorded in London over two sessions in October and November, 2019

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Ken Ikeda / buchla music easel
Daniel Kordik / modular synthesiser and korg sequencer SG-10

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Mixed by Ken Ikeda and Daniel Kordik
Mastered by Daniel Kordik
Cover by Daniel Kordik

Earshots Recordings
Digital Editions
2020

Ken Ikeda   Daniel Kordík - Mimo - Soto - 04 D

FAKTOR4 - The Insane Wedding Mix / breakcore

41B33F022

Verse 4

(scene 0b)
The scene shudders, reverberating with the weight of the question. 
Dots of rapid energy burst into existence, spiraling in a carousel of white luminescence across the black. 
These motes crash, implode and then explode back into the perceivable field. An evolutionary dance of destruction and rebirth. 
Suddenly the white sphere starts to twirl with kalediescopic colors, it's a scene full of chaos and amazement, a cacophony of sights and sounds. 
The background pulsates with the intensity, the colors expanding then contracting, a circus of celestial fires lost and found again in creation of entropy. 
An echo, a whisper, then a solid melody streams forth, it seems to mirror the curve and spiral, winding through nebula of distant cosmic networks. Then a depthless plane emerges, radiating with color. 
Its increasing height synchronously expands, the weight of the moment creating ripples that unravel in reverse, moving down infinitely. 
Just when the tension is palpable, the backdrop flickers and shows a glimmer of the original melody, its notes written in stars, the tempo matching the cosmic dance.
At the origin of the plane, reality refracts, revealing a prismatic spectrum of untapped dimension. 
The ends recede, stretching into new angles, hinged at an unseen fulcrum.
The prelude is the flicker that causes the universe to dim in anticipation, ripples sucked back into an arrow pointing forward.
As the bend folds into a complex lattice, the hidden form materializes, a resonating echo of the past, present, and future, screaming the word "when".

"When does the narrative begin?"


RAVE
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Pointillism for sampling various voice No.1

Pointillism for sampling various voice No.1

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