Lust smolders in the shadows of the mind and fires up the body. It's impossible to ignore. The thirst for something that refuses to be quenched. Though it rarely leads to peace, we chase it because in its pull, we feel furiously alive

Lust

i feel for you sonny ❤️ ❤️ make heart and brain great again (in progress)

plasma vibrations

Inspired by how small birds endure the harshest winter

A Robin Waiting For April

Let me take you through the Blue Spiral :)
https://soundcloud.com/slewdub23
artwork: Astarte 23

Ire in Desire

I've read your comments, but I'm late in replying to you. I'm sorry. I was stuck with a lot of worries while making this song. I tried to make this song into club music, but after struggling, my ego made it no longer rhythmic music. However, it's a joy for us to have our ego in the song. We've finished our new song, so we'd like to reply to your comments. The sound of the song clearly shows that we've been exposed to your music.

No. 233 Club Music Experimental Version - With thanks for your comment to me

Here's another musical dream to share! I hope you enjoy it—though, honestly, I'm not sure what drives me to do this sometimes. This time, I ventured into experimenting with voice. I was a bit hesitant about publishing it, but then I thought, why not? After all, we're here to explore and try new things. Cheers to everyone!

A dimly lit city street. The air is heavy with waiting. The bus stop stands silent. Buildings loom overhead. I stand alone, my breath slow, uncertain—until I notice him. A man, all in black. Trench coat brushing against the wind, his short hat pulled low. His face? A void. As though he could vanish at any moment

Me: I’ve been standing here too long. The bus should have come by now. Should I start walking? If I do and it arrives, I’ll miss it. But if I stay, maybe nothing will come. What am I supposed to do?

The Man: Where do you want to go?

Me: I don’t know.
The silence wraps around me. He tilts his head slightly, as if seeing something I cannot.

The Man: Then maybe that’s why no bus is coming.

Me: What does that mean?

The Man: If you wanted to go to the sky, you’d take a plane. If you wanted to cross a lake, you’d take a boat. If you wanted to move through the roads, you’d take a car.

Me: And the bus?

The Man: It takes you to where you’ve decided to go. But you—you're standing still. The bus won’t arrive because you haven’t chosen.

Me: I only feel comfortable on solid ground. The air and the water—they unsettle me. But I want to face challenges. I don’t want to stay still.

The Man: Then go. Take the bus. But know where it leads.

Me: The sea. I want to see the sea.

A gust of wind. A low hum of an engine. My eyes dart to the corner of the street—and there it is. A bus. It stops in front of me. Doors open, inviting.

The Bus

Going Home

BLIND

itookatabofacidandgotoawalkinthewoodssuddenlyeverythingstartstogolikegameboy

(trashcan) i'm sorry... [preview26Aug2025] - CreepyBloomPresents

A place for sound freaks lashing out from the dark. 

So there's all kinds of stuff on this page, but after months of schizophrenic debates about who was playing with who and who took the lead while doing it, finally, the decision was made: all my alter egos got together and decided to form a band. From 2020 on new tracks are created under the moniker Gruppo Infernal. Only pure MMTJ tracks will still be named as such. 

Gruppo Infernal still relies on my work as Me, my Thumb and Jack, an ongoing quest for a liberating approach to sound creation where the human body acts as an oscillator amplifying the natural 50hz hum. Direct live recording, improvisations and delay loops only using analog filters and effects. No editing, no overdubs. Gruppo Infernal adds digital treatment to this original sound material. 

UnterPitch was an alter ego using samples & synths.
Bleached Coffins was a one-off project using guitars.

earliest work when I was still a pup:
https://blindsightrecords.bandcamp.com/album/throbbing-flip-out