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M.I.A. x Dinamarca - STEPPIN UP X JUGUETE (Body Lotion Blend)

blood echo / bloodstarved
c'thun voices + spinal fluid shampoo 

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poem :

forsure you can hold this 
cloud dipped in vernix

twixt tongue & incisor 
& bypass shrinkwrapped molar,

yolk-in-jawbreaker,
a pickline swimming 

breaststroke legato
toward rose mcgowan’s 

febrile heart      which is also mine. Albeit inverted

i saw it & i knew: first off
swapped earrings for cathodes

& fennel for codeine

An oscilloscope held all my meat,
all my drool in its dustbag humming & hawing

Patron saint of barium & shortrib,

i know you’re out there 
though broken as belladonna teacup,
candyland of millet & lumen

since they couldn’t wrench the thing out in one piece

not even with a curette 
not even with a human hand 

patron saint of marionette’s hand hidden
under tarp & soil in the last-ever circus on earth

u are a ventriloquist but I hear you
‘cuz tumors stop your throat forever

even after they’re gone. It’s an iconic feeling.

BLOOD ECHO / WRAITH

Meuko! Meuko! 
'鬼島 Ghost Island' EP (DN013)w/ remixes by Dutch E Germ & GIL
Format: digital / limited edition CD  
Release Date: 6 July 2018
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Dreamscape:

The fog, snow, streets … everything had only altered slightly from my memory yet I perceived this world as one that might be a couple years, or even a few centuries, into the future. I was amongst a group of futuristically dressed children, school dropouts turned street dwellers, who had just run away from their homes, and I seemed to be one of them, wearing dark sailor clothes, with black hair just past my shoulders.

We had been hiding for quite a while in the white stairwell of a newly built building, uninhabited since its completion. The children set up a den in the stairwell, equipped with a TV and video games. I had somehow become their leader, directing the others where to safely spend their nights. These children were not afraid of the darkness in this world.

One young girl even managed to communicate with rabbits living in the snow. She often hid in a corner of the stairwell, listening to an old yellow cassette player. The girl believed the sound she heard was a gift from the ancestors – music had vanished in this world, you see. She would listen to recorded lectures and pray in the temple left by her predecessors.

Eventually the hideout was discovered by the building’s construction workers when the children were returning from their scavenging mission, so we were forced to leave and seek new shelter. Once again we retreated along the bustling streets, where neon lights were beaming everywhere, and creeping smog rendered peoples’ faces lost and helpless. Elder street vendors were selling every last bit of their wares, hawking outmoded objects of their forefathers. Finally we arranged some cardboard boxes in an alley, just for one night’s sojourn. We knew it was still a long road ahead. That night felt like a year.

Another morning we were driven out from previous night’s hideout, as we had become accustomed to, and while out scouring the streets for food the girl stumbled upon a forgotten temple. A dense fog hovered in the air, as if the place was high up in the clouds. The temple was too crammed with dark painted bronze figures of canine deities for her to even find a way in. She sensed from these figures, a time of strife and warfare harkening back thousands of years, a time when mankind destroyed the earthly body of Buddha and the Gods. These sacred bodies had subsequently been sold and dispersed throughout the world for thousands of years. This temple had become the haven for these anthropomorphized animal figures since then.

Realizing she had in fact lost consciousness, the girl awoke to find the temple floating among the clouds, an island in the sky. Only then did it dawn upon her that humanity will inevitably return to its primal state among the ancient forests, and that the temple suspended in the heavens contained the ghosts of humanity.

鬼島 Ghost Island

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22 year old electronic music and record producer, FATE, released a brand new aggressive track titled ‘2077’ exclusively on The Playground.

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[PREMIERE] FATE - 2077

original sample from: https://soundcloud.com/trapstyle/bitches

[ lyrics ]

I don’t really wanna die like this no
I don’t really wanna live like this no more
Every moment I breath I live in pain
Every moment I live it is in vain

Will I ever feel wanted here at all
I had hope then it all just went wrong
I don’t wanna live life like this no more
I don’t wanna feel pain like this anymore

I had a dose of normal and it felt so weird
Every thought I have i feel so scared
Can I control these feelings that I have
Or will I be consumed just like I have

Been suffering so damn much
I’m think I’m starting to lose touch
I’ve been crippling my whole damn life
Will anybody save me this time

I don’t really wanna die like this no
I don’t really wanna live like this no more
Every moment I breath I live in pain
Every moment I live it is in vain

Will I ever feel wanted here at all
I had hope then it all just went wrong
I don’t wanna live life like this no more
I don’t wanna feel pain like this anymore

Will I ever feel wanted here at all
I had hope then it all just went wrong
I don’t wanna live life like this no more
I don’t wanna feel pain like this anymore


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Puce Mary — The Drought
Format: LP / CD / Digital
Cat.No. PAN 87
Release Date: 5 October 2018 
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Building from a reputation of arresting live performances and critically acclaimed releases Puce Mary breaks new ground with The Drought, evolving from the tropes of industrial and power electronics to forge a complex story of adapting to new realities. Remnants of noise still exist, sustaining the penetrative viscerality offered on previous records, however The Drought demonstrates an intention to expand on the vocabulary of confrontational music and into a grander narrative defined by technical and emotional growth.
 
Bringing together introspective examination with literary frameworks by writers such as Charles Baudelaire and Jean Genet, Puce Mary’s compositions manifest an ongoing power struggle within the self towards preservation. The traumatised body serves as a dry landscape of which obscured memories and escape mechanisms fold reality into fiction, making sense of desire, loss and control. The Drought presents both danger and opportunity; through rebuilding a creative practice centred on first person narrative and a deliberate collage of field recordings and sound sources Puce Mary injects an acute urgency across the album seeking resilience.

“To Possess Is To Be In Control” makes use of lyrical repetition as an ambiguity of two selves, or a divided self, attempting to consume one another, while “Red Desert,” named after Michelangelo Antonioni’s 1964 film, portrays the individual subsumed by surrounding environmental forces. The seven-minute epic “The Size of Our Desires” acts as the emotional tipping point of the record; amongst the ominous drone and dense feedback flutters almost-beatific melodies, while the lyrics reveal a romantic call to be swept up in the midst of an increasingly uninhabitable world.

Rather than escape, The Drought dramatises a metamorphosis in which vulnerability is confronted through regeneration. Noise and aggression no longer act as an affront to react against but part of a ‘corporeal architecture’ where space, harmony and lyricism surface from the harsh tropes of industrial music. The Drought chronologises a transformation through a psychological famine, new ways of coping akin to plant survival in a desert – to live without drying out.

The release is mastered by Rashad Becker, featuring art by Torbjørn Rødland 

@pucemary
http://p-a-n.org

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