Drone Corpse, written and produced by Propulsion Drive and Plythe (https://soundcloud.com/plythemusic), 2023.

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Drone Corpse (Master)

Prepare yourself for a journey to the center of the synthwave-verse with your tour guides, Clintone & Broken Sunn. Our new track will be sure to blow your synth-mind and take you to another place and time 🤘🚀

GRAVITATE

A long-time friend of the label, Suzuka, surprised me with this complete album. From start to finish, it is a fun listen that I wanted to release IMMEDIATELY. Great Chillsynth with great production and great songwriting. Triple threat.

Suzuka - Lost [Girlfriend Records]

Suzuka - Await [Girlfriend Records]

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

Dream Vector

Contemporary Love is the first glimpse into @Skydrips' upcoming EP - a three-track journey that, for the first time, will feature his own voice (on other tracks). While this single remains instrumental, it sets the emotional tone: a deep, evolving piece that reflects on the question – can love itself be a form of anarchy?
Fans will recognize it as a subtle continuation of Contemporary Anarchy - capturing the process of being shaped, resisting, rising, and ultimately… offering love. With its signature blend of analog percussion, FM textures, and organic field recordings, Contemporary Love dives into that space where structure collapses into emotion.

Mankind

links

Skydrips - Contemporary Love

Taruun-Bliss-(Mellon Place Records)

Este álbum es como tu amigo 'emo' que nunca sale de casa pero tiene luces LED: muy cool, un poco triste, y siempre te hace sentir cosas. Imagina caminar bajo la lluvia 🌧️ en una ciudad cyberpunk mientras escuchas un cassette viejo 💿 que suena a 'como si un robot 🤖 se emborrachara de café descafeinado'. Tiene ese 'no sé qué' de estática ⚡, neones parpadeando 💡 y un bajo que te susurra 'no te preocupes, todo va a estar bien... probablemente' 😌.

Es el soundtrack ideal para:

Mirar la ventana mientras llueve ✨
Pensar en exceso en tu vida sin hacer nada 🤖
Pretender ser un hacker genio mientras ordenas pizza 🍕
Advertencia: Puede causar ganas inexplicables de comprar una chaqueta de cuero y un walkman. 

No me hago responsable por tus decisiones de moda. 😉

Dream Vector

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