BEAUWEISS X TWONSKi - OMG (LITTLE SNAKE DE-CONSTRUCT)

It Must Be Pushed

cover art by:
@shibarimusic

tracks by:
@flatstak
@acantunofficial
@?
@lostrobotmusic
@goldenfurnituremusic
@shibarimusic
@nexalen

flatstak - etirsu

jamming at the mansion.
better than anything on the ep ngl.

beaver creek I (w. Thorjn, Genie Tempest & Rissan) (global tourist assembly bonus track III)

Subconscious swamp bay. Safe Haven. Located in the biome that was an important part of biosonics research. No matter if we just ran of from the chase or came here at the beginning of the trip, its as wonderful as every time.

S-No-18-N-C Retrospect

The structure starts to materialise in front of you. Parameters suggests that everything is as it was planned. Its really fortunate that you still have some strengh to get trough this sector.

S-No-17-C-C

Empty planet. Life supporting system.

While drinking your last energy drink, sitting on roof of the abandoned powerlpant,
the sky flakes grey, only dust in lungs left.

N-No-15-C-C Only Dust In Lungs Left

cover art by:
@madblaxer

tracks by:
@compligtd
@230official
@lucophet
@eshu-kalki
@dakha
@user000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

lucophet - fucking mess, just how i like em

INSOMNIA

DL prix libre -> https://uforecordz.bandcamp.com/track/skorchsin-arcana-doloris-ufo030

Artist: SKORCHSIN
Title: Arcana Doloris
Label: UFO.recordz
Format: Digital
Genre: Electronic
Style: Mentalcore
Release date: Sept 28, 2025

Arcana Doloris

Un souffle narcotique s’élève des cendres froides du monde, parfum d’extase et de ruine.
Dans l’abîme des veines sacrées coule l’opium du divin, nectar pâle où se dissolvent les prières.
Chaque larme versée devient offrande, chaque spasme un cantique oublié, jusqu’à ce que la chair elle-même se fonde dans la vision.

Sous la caresse du poison céleste, la douleur se transmue en lumière.
Les os craquent comme des reliques, les âmes se diluent dans l’oraison de l’oubli, et la voix des cieux se fait douce comme le soupir d’un dieu qui rêve encore.

Arcana Doloris — secret scellé dans la pulpe du monde,
ivresse où l’on se perd, extase où l’on se trouve,
et qui, d’un seul éclat, consume la foi, le corps, et la nuit.

Graph by SKORCHSIN
Mastered by NAME

SKORCHSIN : https://soundcloud.com/skorchsin-857661453

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N-No-15-C-C Only Dust In Lungs Left

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