Listen : https://foolsgold.ffm.to/goldiesbeats

Tsuruda is an icon in the ever-evolving bass and beats scenes. Prolific and fearless, this classically trained, LA-based producer and DJ mashes experimental hip hop with avant garde electronics on releases for Daddy Kev’s Alpha Pup, Noisia’s Division and Mat Zo’s Mad Zoo imprints, while collaborating and touring with the likes of Mr Carmack and Amon Tobin. But more than any cosign, it’s Tsuruda’s bleeding edge sound design and neck-breaking funkiness that has inspired a legion of underground fans; it’s also earned him bragging rights as winner of the 2021 Goldie Awards, the beat competition (judged by A-Trak, Craze and Baauer) where these four Fool’s Gold tracks were born. Champion sound!

STREAM

Tsuruda - Show Off

The latest addition, 'NOSEDIVE', to my upcoming album 'Harsh Reality' is now out. 
Pre-order the album here: https://linktr.ee/joncaseybeats

Harsh Reality

Pre-save the album

Jon Casey - NOSEDIVE

https://soundcloud.com/blurrd_vzn
https://soundcloud.com/alphatransmission

blurrd vzn & ALPHA TRANSMISSION - Pop It

DJ Hasid's debut album, Different Waves, perfectly encapsulates his eclectic taste and creative vision. The album is a journey through various genres, reflecting his belief that music, like waves, can take many forms and connect people from all walks of life.

Listen on iTunes

Drop The Gun

London, 1782. The streets swelled with rain like veins brimming too close to the skin. A storm dragged its heavy cloak across the city, rattling shutters, drowning alleys, and turning the cobbled lanes of Bishopsgate into black mirrors. By candlelight and guttering lantern, the city’s wealthy fastened their doors against the night. They were accustomed to thieves, footpads, and cutpurses, but what weighed upon them now was different. It was heavier, a dread that had no coin purse or purse string to cut.

That morning, before the storm, the first key had appeared. A long iron shaft, pitted with age, dangled from a black thread tied in a meticulous knot upon the door of the shipping magnate Lord Ephraim Colgrave. By noon, word had spread. Keys had been found on the thresholds of others as well: a banker in Cheapside, a judge’s clerk in Temple, and a charitable priest whose benevolence carried the stink of unpaid rents and purchased absolution. Each key was marked with a sigil, faint and sharp, as if carved by a hand both ancient and impatient.

Servants whispered of a shadow moving between the rain, of a figure vast as a rampart whose presence bent gutters and chimneys. When asked what face they saw, they fell quiet. It was as if the word itself could not be brought to lips.

By dusk, Lord Colgrave had dismissed the rumors. His counting-house was a fortress of oak and iron, his ledgers stacked in neat towers, his guard a veteran of His Majesty’s navy. “Superstitious rot,” he called it, brandy warming his belly. The storm grew meaner. At the witching hour, the watchman swore the rain ceased in a single circle around the door, like a stage cleared for an audience unseen. He raised his lantern. The wick dimmed, as though ashamed.

Inside, Colgrave’s pen scratched across parchment. He revised his accounts, striking out columns of losses and transmuting debt into profit with a confident flourish. Yet the ink blurred, spreading like spilled silt. He cursed, leaned close, and found the grain of the page wet. The water was thick, dark, and smelled of river rot. His hand trembled.

From the shadows between rafters, something shifted. The watchman outside later insisted the ceiling bowed as though under great weight. Colgrave turned, his quill snapping. The air grew heavy, not thick with smoke but with a silence deeper than thunder.

The watchman’s shout went unanswered. He forced the door, lantern in hand. Inside, he found his master seated upright, spine unnaturally aligned, head tilted back as though in study. The man’s mouth was filled with Thames silt, packed as tightly as mortar between bricks. His eyes were wide, glassy, staring at the ledgers which now lay soaked, ink dissolved into black pools that mirrored nothing.

In the margins, written not in ink but in a residue like ash dissolved in rain, was a single word: Grathok.

By dawn, the tale had spread across the coffee houses and taverns. It was spoken by printers’ apprentices and drunkards alike. Some claimed Grathok was a hired blade, a mercenary turned specter. Others swore he was a revenant risen from the gutters, vengeance given form. A beggar at Moorfields swore he had seen him crouched atop Ludgate, armor gleaming like wet stone, sword angled like a lightning rod to the heavens. A washerwoman muttered that he was no man at all, but the city’s own conscience, risen from filth to collect its debts.

No one agreed except on one point. With the keys came death, and with death came a silence that even thunder dared not disturb.

That day, as the rain still clung to the eaves, men of standing checked their doors twice. Some hired more guards. Others prayed. But all watched the dripping thresholds, waiting to see if a black thread and iron weight would hang upon their own.


And beneath the storm, Grathok walked unseen, his mission beginning.

Chapter I: The Rain of Keys

juss' playin around

<a href='https://theartistunion.com/tracks/010433'>Download for free on The Artist Union</a>

Free

Playground

HIT ♥ AND ↻ REPOST

BLOB_JUNG is a interpersonal exploration into the subconscious
mind. A sonic sex dream turns into a nightmare in the newest fascet in my musical journey. Thanks for listening and make sure to pre order.

www.facebook.com/litlbird1122
www.instagram.com/litlbirdmusic
twitter.com/Litlbird1122

PRE_ORDER

BLOB_JUNG

smarturl.it/tsuruda-youtube
smarturl.it/tsuruda-twitter
smarturl.it/tsuruda-instagram
smarturl.it/tsuruda-facebook
smarturl.it/tsuruda-spotify

FUBAR

Dragon Of The Darkness Flame

stream / download

second single taken off my new ep "FUBAR"
full ep drops 10/04/2019! (next friday) stay tuned friends <3

smarturl.it/tsuruda-youtube
smarturl.it/tsuruda-twitter
smarturl.it/tsuruda-instagram
smarturl.it/tsuruda-facebook
smarturl.it/tsuruda-spotify

Fubar

DOWNLOAD FUBAR

Kimchi Crisis

stream/download

airport smoking lounge

Presenting the second split single for my upcoming album "Forlorn Hope" out 4/3 on @courteousfamily

Side A - Shapeshifter
Side B - Distress Signal

Music that tests your everyday conceptions.
Space oddities on unfeasible levels.
Uncompromising experimental style and far out weirdness that only greatness can achieve.
Bass cowboy with the brightest midwestern smile.
Pulls dripping tunes out of his back pocket like wet George Washington’s.

This one follows a team of explorers on a doomed mission to travel beyond the known universe.

'A body of men selected to perform a perilous service’

‘A desperate or extremely difficult enterprise’

Lead down a dark direction of sorrow and pain for selves and friends and family.
Sucked dry by all the powers that be.
Left to test the untestable.
Conduct experiments on invisible objects.
Stand on liquid ground.

Just as a flash of light makes everything clear
And darkness closes on cornea
Forlorn Hope

Mastered by Bob Macc
Art by Phil Mathews

BLOB_JUNG

LITLBIRD (retired)