RAYS OF ATROPHY by ANCESTRAL VISON (@ancestralvision). Taken from Hyperlink (@hyperlinkfr) new V/A out May 18, 2022.

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Hyperlink continues its exploration of sounds and emotions with a new chapter of its digital mini compilations. link002 therefore invites you to a dark and deadly sad - but beautiful - trip through the musical interpretation of 6 producers.

Welcome to the Asphodel Meadows, where ordinary souls are sent to live after death.

Featuring Ttristana, Beatrice, A True Terror Corporation, Ancestral Vision, Miedo Total, Maay.

Artwork by blue cloud

Mastered by : Alexander Comana (except track #4 mastered by Jan Machacek)

A&R by Fanny Cahu

Released by Hyperlink

Premiere: ANCESTRAL VISION - RAYS OF ATROPHY [Hyperlink]

Alejandra Guzmán - Llama Por Favor
Gatekeeper - Untitled SS23
Gatekeeper - Untitled SS23
Rochy RD - ALTA GAMA (Gatekeeper remix)
Gatekeeper - Untitled SS23
Gatekeeper - Untitled SS23
Nas - Hate me now

LUAR SS23 - La Alta Gama OST - Gatekeeper For Luar

es probete no bankete

WORLDS WORST SONG!!!

All tracks produced by Talpah
Mixed & Mastered by James Ginzburg
Artworks by Kenshiro Caravaggio Carena

Hundebiss Records, 2023

ZA WARUDO

https://on.soundcloud.com/iwtiATHqqMWqcBh69

winter comes, yet summer stays (feat. Dama)

my late Capricorn Birthday mix. enjoy. 

As usual, for those who familiar w my work, stuffs i upload on my own soundcloud is my journal in soundscape forms. was stuck but have been accumulating d tension n longings in my body to marinate this since December. 

Also collaborated with 2 of my favorite Capricorn artists/friends/baddies to write poetry on desire and longing. They whipped out these out within 2 days last jan lol. happy belated bday to us.. 

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[XUE]
you are,
an impossible place,

so
why do I
overstay?
                   repeating, repeating

I’ll keep to myself now,

                   repenting, repenting

my stupid desire, 
is only safe with me
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[Rosy Timah]

ghosts of fingertips linger on my skin
like an old friend
tempat keras
haunted in hard edges of soft ligaments that have been stretched too thin that they are translucent, glistening in the right spots when the light hits them

hantu berkias dalam minda, ghaib aku gapai 

when the light glisten in the right spots, when it gets hit, when memories floats like dust, when it thickens, when wiped, when it settles again quietly after the brutal disturbance, when it builds again, when fingertips become ghosts, when ghosts brutally disturbs what was thought to be settled, when keras is not kaku because no, it is quiet, it lurks, it lingers but never stiffens into silence, when it is always there. when you are always there, even when you are not there.  

when i thought this was prophetic, when i thought ghosts were the ghosts of my yesteryears, when i thought it was over. 

ligaments melt into bones and all i could feel was the give, the giving with no security, kneecaps floating like dust, when caps became my ghosts, when you know my fingertips linger on my ghosts on you, when our bodies exists between bodies knocking into each other, never touching but always there, very aware of distance, very conscious to never make more ghosts because we both want this haunting to be over, or at least you do while i still want my fingertips on these ghosts.

what then? if not ever, then what then?

birthday mix

cruel devotion

BABY-B (https://soundcloud.com/benoit-guillem) is a french dj & producer. Kawaï character of the queer parisian scene, he's releasing his first EP  YANDERE ヤ​ン​デ​レ the 5th of July.

MANHUNT INTERLUDE is the second single of his upcoming EP, a misandrist track with nostalgic influences of dubstep and goofy yet scary voices samples.

Bandcamp Link: https://baby-b.bandcamp.com/track/manhunt-interlude

MANHUNT INTERLUDE

BABY-B * MANHUNT INTERLUDE [Premiere]

The Watchers 2

ALTERED CARBON (UNEDEAD Remix)

until 25 OCT 2020

elephant in the room

Capturing and exploring what the subconscious couldn't express in my decaying vessel.

cruel devotion

Metamoksha