https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/shellf-life-vermillion-syncretism-with-the-furico-music-team
Now playing: Version A2（1st Take)

WHO ARE SHELLF LIFE? They are as exlusive as evasive and have never coveted the limelight. SHELLF LIFE are a musician's band, if there ever was one. It is a rare occassion to have the opportunity to hear them perform. Now, VU METRICS has managed to engage three of their members in an interview. Actually, it is the only public interview we know of, apart from some unverified appearances on the darknet. To call this interview E X C L U S I V E, therefore, would be an understatement of bluntest kind.
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The full interview, revealing some of SHELLF LIFE's strangest quirks will be available on the Furico Music Team's blog: 
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/shellf-life-interview.html

More info on SHELLF LIFE, collected by the Furico Music Team: furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/shellf-life.html (btw, personally, I do not believe TI that "we had no contact with them before that". I think, he just does not want to violate some secret underground code, the New Wave omerta ;-)

Production notes on former iterations of Vermillion Syncretism: https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/vermilion-syncretism.html

lyrics (copyright jo richter):

first-class wormhole
from boston to berlin
new kids on the old dole
vuitton vermillion

where are the tigers
on the swank, sunlit border
sunflower hiker
first drink, second order

syncretic synthetics
wormwood for banshees
three musketeer flicks
david bowie four-d

galapagos penguins
freezing the stations
inflatable ice rinks
legal hibernation

[*There are five versions of this iteration of Vermillion Syncretism. It can not be guaranteed that you will hear the same version for longer than a few weeks at a time. The lyrics, though, will remain the same.]

SHELLF LIFE - Vermillion Syncretism (1st Take)

A model once sold,
then painted in silver hues,
now it rules the stars.
Its engines don’t roar,
the glue lines still visible,
yet it still takes flight.


Same ship, different spin,
mirrored to fool wandering eyes,
budget tricks the mind.
A launch once again,
history repeats itself,
flipped frame, same old stars.


A road left its mark,
letters twisted into fate,
power in a name.
Sleek like jagged glass,
the sound of her name cuts deep,
whispered in terror.

Dressed in winter’s breath,
snowfall wrapped around fire,
a queen made of ice.
Ruthless hands in white,
blood stains would not show on silk,
perfection in war.

The game is called war,
yet their armor tells the tale—
cricket, not combat.
Pads upon his chest,
warriors of polyester,
foam-born fighters rise.

Gravity is false,
as are the chains that bind men,
still, they do not break.
Chains that weigh no more
than a child’s party favor,
prisoner of air.

Future’s finest chair,
a past life in some office,
painted destiny.
Plastic dreams endure,
the cosmos built from budget,
faux leather in space.

Its engines don’t roar,
but still, the stars blink awake,
believing the lie.


Of Flight and Falsehood A Collection of Starbound Machines 3 13 25

Sanatorium

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter (including some slowed-down  image data gleaned from the cover of pt 4 morphed into sound)
e-bow and voice: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter



... and when he found that he was bound
and finially did detect
the binding of his storybook's
superego infancy
and contemplated all his days and nights
and the fire in the pit, and how guitar strings sing
and swing back to all the songs they ever played
while his loyal self was off to work
to pay the rent and make a dent in debts incurred along the way
when they came due with each and every breath

oh desert mind, oh lemon heart
we should have taught the children from the start
and yes the moon was right
from the very first beginning , and every night since then
filled with our voices singing NOT
but sleeping longing in the dawning
of sentience and yearning
for the comforts of the twilight
and those bridges left behind
brightly burning in the dark

scalar fields pt 5: karma peaks

scalar fields pt 5 karma peaks - with stonerjazz

evinsturim

Set en vivo grabado en una toma directa, construido a partir de patrones mentales y texturas hipnóticas. Empieza con una intención dub techno espesa, pero muta hacia un territorio más crudo, experimental y mental.
Ritmos filtrados y bajos modulantes ejecutados con Electribe 2 Sampler, Volca Bass y dos Korg NTS, en sincronía caótica.
Este set es un viaje introspectivo, donde el pulso maquinal se diluye en el humo de la repetición.

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Live set recorded in a single take, built from mental patterns and hypnotic textures.
It begins with a dense dub techno intention, then drifts into a rawer, more experimental and mental territory.
Filtered rhythms and modulated basslines executed with an Electribe 2 Sampler, Volca Bass, and two Korg NTS units in chaotic sync.
This set is an introspective journey, where the mechanical pulse dissolves into the haze of repetition.

Mecánica del Vértigo (Live Set)

fifo beto

2025-07-27

unrest around us

Dedicated to all those who have ridden the trauma train 🖤
Watch the video: https://youtu.be/fYiQFKTn5OU

Trust
noun
Firm belief in the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing; confidence or reliance.
"trying to gain our clients' trust; taking it on trust that our friend is telling the truth."
The condition and resulting obligation of having confidence placed in one.
"violated a public trust."
One in which confidence is placed.
- The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, 5th Edition

Once broken, trust is often irreparable...
We place our trust in a corrupt society / government / people / technology
(Thus becoming the guinea pigs of behavioural engineering / manipulation)
We are gaslit
Being lied to is normal
We are programmed to believe that we are weak / not enough
We are taught to seek outside ourselves
We are whittled away / divided / disengaged / enslaved
We choose to give our power away due to fear

We allow this

Ignorance is not an excuse

Rise up
Claim your power
Find / know yourself
Reject the narrative
Pain is power
Don't run from it
You are the creator of your experiences
You need nothing but faith in yourself
In you are all things
All possibilities
Be real
At any cost
The cost of illusion is lament
Be a true and trustworthy human being
The rewards are beyond description
🖤
Do you trust yourself
To live an authentic life? 

Blind Trust

Opium Verses from the Western Wind

Spin Me Round (DEMO)

Bambino: One shop destroyed. Three heads split like overripe melons. One man wounded and one castrated. All in two hours. Just two hours I left you alone. Two hours.
Trinity: Well, you asked me to give you a hand.

Of Flight and Falsehood A Collection of Starbound Machines 3 13 25

MMMMudd