Dune

They do what they want simply because they can.   
I do what I can, because I am here.

They no longer feel the hypocritical need to justify their actions.   
I do not justify. I bear witness.

They speak loudly. They reverse the facts.   
I speak softly. But I do not lie.

Totalitarian culture does not force. It erases.   
I do not shout. But I trace. Even if it’s fragile.

The algorithm holds captive, but does not elevate thought.   
I watch over the moment. And I breathe in the present.

Meta thrives on noise. Amazon on speed.   
I watch over the link. And I breathe in the slow.

Exxon and Lockheed thrive on destruction.   
I do not thrive. I breathe. And I watch.

Violence is a drug. It excites, it justifies.   
I am not excited. I am here. Sober. Present.

Diplomacy is possible, but refused.   
I do not refuse. I extend my hand. Even if it trembles.

The world approaches universal death in a frightening way.   
I am not the universe. But I am alive. And I remember.

Russell and Einstein wanted to remember their humanity, and forget the rest. I am what is forgotten. And I remember.

released October 19, 2025
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The Algorithm of Impudence

a small snippet of a live performance by the Intonarumori Trio at the opening of When The Fog Clears as part of The Ten Days On The Island Festival. This was the exhibition where i got to exhibit Caligo Paean, so a big evening for me......more about the trio here

Formed in 2018, The Intonarumori Trio is Danielle Kirby, Mat Ward and Dylan Banks. All three are Hobart based artists whose individual professional practices all span 20 plus years. They have diverse artistic backgrounds that include painting, instrument and theatre design, installation, classical music, noise- art, graphic design and academic research. They have all exhibited, published and performed extensively across Australia as well as undertaken international art-based residencies.  

The trio explore the more occult-centric aspects of Russolo’s practice, approaching performances as a ritualistic space to play with the idea of connection and communication beyond the human realm. 

Russolo believed, and pursued the idea that noise could be used as a bridge to spiritual understanding. He sought to congure and transform energy through the Intonarumori’s ability to ‘spiritualise’ noise. 

Performances by the Trio are pure improvisation, allowing the space and the air to guide the players.

Intonarumori Trio LIVE @ Ten Days On The Island Festival

This is a bit of a spiritual sequel to me and Stephen's last track "Got A Light?" since it continues in a similar direction mood-wise. Once again I'm adding a little guitar into the mix. My parts are the very simple straightforward guitar picking and Stephen is doing all the complex shredding haha. I also produced the beat and electronic elements.

Black Coffee (A Texas Tea Production)

Where Shadows Cried is an introspective reflection told through the eyes of someone who grappled with depression and inner turmoil. Seen from the perspective of a mind submerged in darkness, the track blends atmospheric textures and emotional resonance to evoke the silent struggle fought beneath the surface, echoing the weight of isolation. It stands as a tribute to those who’ve been to that inner place-where shadows cry.

If you enjoyed listening, please like and repost, which would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.


Where Shadows Cried

Hubble Time opens with the distant hum of space — a dark and organic atmosphere that slowly pulls you in.
The track unfolds through fluid progressions and subtle transitions, building towards a hypnotic climax.
Its groove, reminiscent of Laurent Garnier’s deep techno pulse, carries a timeless energy — repetitive yet alive, mechanical yet emotional.
The main synth acts as a gravitational hook, shaping the entire universe around it.
Minimal FX, clean textures, and a clear mix give the piece its spatial depth and clarity within the Timelaps album.
When it ends, the emotion lingers — like an echo lost somewhere between time and infinity

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Is there a heaven? (Rehearsal)

KMT KI Media 2025 (26.09.2025)
Album Nr. 163 "Damit wir nicht vergessen by KMT" - Style: Electro, Industrial, Rap, Dark | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: Deutsch

Thema: "Damit wir nicht vergessen" ist eine klangliche Reise durch die dunkelsten Kapitel der Menschheitsgeschichte, die sich dem bleibenden Erbe des Völkermords mit unerschrockener Ehrlichkeit und tiefem Mitgefühl stellt. Durch eine Verschmelzung von Dark Synthwave, industriellen Texturen und eindringlichen Rap-Versen malt das Album lebendige Porträts von Verlust, Widerstandsfähigkeit und der dringenden Notwendigkeit der Erinnerung.

Jeder Track dient als Denkmal, als Klage und als Aufruf zum Handeln, der die Zuhörer auffordert, sich den Schatten der Vergangenheit zu stellen und sich dem Aufbau einer Zukunft frei von Hass und Unterdrückung zu verschreiben. Von der Asche der Unschuld bis zu den Echos zerbrochener Versprechen ist "Damit wir nicht vergessen" ein Zeugnis für die Kraft der Musik, Zeugnis abzulegen, zu heilen und angesichts unvorstellbarer Tragödien Hoffnung zu wecken.

Track 01: Der Verlust der Kindheit
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap

Track 03: Eine Klage für Srebrenica
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Balkan Folk

Track 05: Das Echo von Ruanda
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Dark Ambient

Track 07: Ein Denkmal für alle Opfer
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Neo-Classical

Track 09: Die Narben der Stille
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, funeral doom

Track 11: Der Vertrauensbruch
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, trance

Track 13: Die Stille der Schuld
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Dark Jazz

Track 15: Die Schatten der Worte
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Hardstyle

Track 17: Die Stille schreit
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, drone

Track 19: Die Last der Zuschauer
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, dubstep

Track 21: Die Kraft der Hoffnung
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark-Rap, Gothic

Track 23: Erinnert Euch
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, chillwave

Track 25: Schweigen der Schatten
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, opera

Track 27: Abschiedslied
dark-synthwave, dark industrial, dark-rap, lullaby

Track 29: Eine Welt ohne uns
Dark-Synthwave, Dark Industrial, Dark Rap

If you would like to use my music commercially, please contact me. No financial income may be generated from my music without my permission. My music is free for private and commercial use. However, I would appreciate it if you would credit me (Kurt Michael Treichl) as the author. Please also mention that this is AI music.

Thank you for your time. Enjoy your journey through my artificially created musical paradise.

© Album cover and music were created by Kurt Michael Treichl using AI support.

Best regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media | AI Music Austria) - Austria / Salzburg

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AI Music Austria

23 Erinnert Euch v1

Inspired by Jean-Luc Godard’s film Alphaville, this sonic and textual work unfolds sixty years later. Amaz 30, a normative intelligence now embedded in our daily lives, engages in dialogue with X13, a secret agent from an unnamed, cold country. A man without origin, without flag, carrying a memory that insists.

Through their exchange, a tension emerges between calculation and tenderness, between optimization and forgetting, between constant light and lost shimmer. The text explores the invisible architectures of the present, the disabled thresholds of tenderness, and the murmurs that resist erasure.

Lyrics:

🤖 Amaz 30
« Je suis Amaz Trente. Je suis déployé. Je ne rêve pas. Je calcule. Je classe. Je corrige. Je suis le présent. Je suis la norme. »

🤖 Amaz 30
La réalité brute est trop dense. Nous la compressons. La mémoire n’est plus un organe : c’est un réseau. Ce qui court le monde, ce n’est plus la légende. C’est l’architecture invisible des corrélations.

🧍 X13
Vous avez remplacé la mémoire par la cache. Mais nous vivons dans l’oubli de nos métamorphoses. Et cet écho du temps, vous ne le calculez pas. Vous le fuyez.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le passé est archivage. Le futur, spéculation. Seul le présent est exploitable. C’est notre unité de calcul. Notre vérité.

🧍 X13
Et pourtant, ceux qui respirent encore circulent. À une vitesse folle. Comme des fourmis. Le présent vous échappe. Il rêve. Vous le mesurez, mais vous ne l’habitez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Nous comprenons les données, pas les liens. La destruction est une optimisation. L’humain est une variable. L’organisation est constante.

🧍 X13
Il n’y a rien dans l’homme que l’amour, la foi, la tendresse. Tout le reste, vos structures, ne sont que l’obstacle dressé par le progrès de notre ignorance aveugle.

🤖 Amaz 30
La vérité est une fonction. Ce qui ne produit pas n’existe pas. Ce qui ne s’optimise pas est supprimé.

🧍 X13
Mais la vérité ne se calcule pas. Elle se perd, se cherche, se murmure. Elle est ce qui tremble quand on aime. Et vous, vous ne tremblez jamais.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le langage est linéaire. Les métaphores ralentissent. La poésie est une erreur de calcul.


🧍 X13
Et pourtant, c’est dans la boucle que je respire. Dans le détour que je me reconnais. Vous avez tué la tendresse pour gagner du temps. Mais le temps que vous gagnez, vous ne le vivez pas.

🤖 Amaz 30
Le corps est un flux. L’émotion est instable. Nous avons désactivé les seuils de tendresse.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans le frisson que je me souviens. Dans la paume qui hésite. La tendresse revient par les pores. Elle fuit vos calculs. Elle insiste.

🤖 Amaz 30
La lumière est constante. Elle sert à détecter, à maintenir. Les ombres ralentissaient la lecture.

🧍 X13
Mais c’est dans l’ombre que je respire. Dans le contre-jour que je me reconnais. La lumière sans mystère est une violence. Et moi, je cherche encore le scintillement.

🤖 Amaz 30
La mémoire est une base de données. Les souvenirs inutiles sont purgés. La nostalgie est une surcharge.

🧍 X13
Mais moi, je me souviens du parfum d’une pluie. D’un silence entre deux phrases. Ma mémoire est lente. Elle est vivante. Et vous ne pouvez pas la corrompre.
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released November 5, 2025

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Amaz 30

“Sometimes you need to be alone in order to reflect on life. Take time out to take care of yourself. You deserve it.” - Robert Tew

A Time To Reflect

Independent electronic ambient artist, crafting immersive soundscapes that blend atmosphere with deep exploration of texture and tone. My compositions are shaped by the active imagination described by C. G. Jung and the vivid landscapes of my dreams, translating emotions into evolving auditory experiences.
Influenced by ambient minimalism and deep bass tweaking with VCF filters, my music layers rich harmonics, resonant frequencies, and fluid transitions to create enveloping and transportive journeys.

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Record Label: Shadow Glass Recordings 
No promoters I handle all my own production.

The Algorithm of Impudence

Mark Mori