Chill 10

Kari Ngaro

From the Wayfarer DG album inspired by inspired by Adrian Tchaikovsky's book, "Cage Of Souls".

Alone In The City

Belepoc is a project I share with my long time collaborator Pablo Valotta. For the last 4 years we have been experimenting with different ideas ending up with no less than 20 tracks. We took five of them to make an EP already available on every streaming platform.
Hope you enjoy it.
You can find us on IG as belepoc.ar
@pablo-valotta

Belepoc - Urutaú

About lucid dreaming

a muterial evolution of the open collab Percussion Mantra by @pablomoretti

https://soundcloud.com/pablomoretti/percussion-mantra-open-collab

Reflections In Concrete - P a b l o | muterial

Cherries

Shell/Fox Ears

downtempo lo-fi production, trip-hop style... cinematic elements, intense energy. 

Save The Nature!

Distant Promise

Lease and Exclusive available on Beatstars, or DM here or on Instagram to discuss: https://www.beatstars.com/beat/genesis-bladee-ripsquad-synth-type-beat-10746294

Check out the visualizer that goes with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMPWbJ3lmF4

https://www.cosmicprank.net
https://www.instagram.com/cosmicprank

Buy on Beatstars

Genesis (Instrumental/Beat - DM for Lease/Exclusive)

Below Zero

Xian had the great idea to use " The Electoral Asses"
by Heinrich Heine as the basis for our next collaboration.
Perfect timing.
Best known outside Germany for his early lyric poetry, which was set to music in the form of lieder (art songs) by composers such as Robert Schumann and Franz Schubert. Heine's later verse and prose are distinguished by their satirical wit and irony. He is considered a member of the Young Germany movement. His radical political views led to many of his works being banned by German authorities—which, however, only added to his fame. He spent the last 25 years of his life as an expatriate in Paris.

Here are the full words of his 1855 prose.

They'd had enough of freedom now,
The republic of animals clamored
For one single regent with absolute rule,
Of this they were enamored.

Every species assembled itself,
Proceeded with fevered devotion,
Parties were organized, ballots drawn up,
Intrigues were set into motion.

The steering committee for asses was
By the Old-Long-Ears directed,
They had upon each of their heads a cockade,
The Schwarz-Rot-Gold, affected.

A little horse's-party there was,
Yet they did not dare be voting,
They feared the cry of the Old-Long-Ears,
The thought filled them all with foreboding.

As one, however, the candidacy
Of the horses put forth, a bit later,
An Old-Long-Ears in a fury broke in
And cried: Sir, you are a traitor!

You are a traitor! There's not one drop
Of donkey-blood in you, really,
You are no donkey, I almost believe
You were foaled by a Latin filly.

You come from a strain of zebra, perhaps,
Your skin is striped zebräic,
And also the nasal tone of your voice
Sounds somewhat Egyptic-Hebräic.

And were you no foreigner, you would be just
A secular donkey, a cold one,
You don't know the depths of the donkey mystique,
How the tones of its psalter enfold one.

But I have immersed my soul in that
Sweet mystery that surpasses,
I am an ass, and upon my tail
Is every hair an ass's.

I 'm no little Roman, I am no Slav,
I'm a German ass forever,
Just like my fathers, they were so upright,
So unassuming, so clever.

They did not play with gallantry,
They sought no vice nor thriller,
They trotted each day, frisky, faithful and free,
Bearing their sacks to the miller.

The fathers are not dead! The grave
Can only hold the carcass.
They look down upon us from heaven above,
It gives them pleasure to mark us.

Transfigured asses in heavenly light!
We'll follow you forever.
And not a single finger-breadth
From duty's path shall we waver.

And oh, what rapture, to be an ass!
To be born to the Long-Ear classes!
From every rooftop I want to cry:
I come from a line of asses.

The mighty donkey that sired me
Was German, and no other,
And I was suckled on ass's milk
By my German ass of a mother.

I am an ass, and will faithfully
Adhere, like my fathers before me,
To the dear, old asininity,
To the fabled donkey glory.

And as I'm an ass, I advise you to choose
An ass as the king of the land here;
We're founding the mighty donkey-realm,
Where only the asses command here.

We all are asses! Hee-haw, hee-haw!
We'll never be horse's flunkies.
Down with the stallions! Long live, hurrah!
The king from the race of the donkeys!

So spake the patriot. In the hall
Applause rang to the ceiling.
The asses were all nationalists
And stamped their hooves with feeling.

They placed upon the speaker's head
A wreath of oak so timely.
He mutely beamed his gratitude
And wagged his tail sublimely.

Die Wahl - Esel (Heine, 1855) Ft. Xian3

Realms Of Darkness

Insane Mother

The freedom of beats is important in music, every instrument and voice can be a beat, but the drum can even be a melody. This is what I wanted to achieve here! Listen to this !

Be Free

Streaming !!!

Morning fog, the sun is already fighting its way through, a new day begins! 
The original photo was taken in october 2022 of the Warsaw Bridge in Berlin by Germaine.

Morning Fog

🖤Buy

This mummy was asleep in Liverpool. What is he dreaming of?

Sleep

みどりの日

Big thanks to my friend Ēla for making this incredible track for me to drop into in my 3rd genre mashing. Adding Darkfolk into trip-hop…killer beats…Check out Ēla’s amazing music here!

Guitar/Lyrics/Atmosphere by ðüşț

Drëamş-Ēla & ðüşț

An Arcane Array

An Arcane Array (Part 2)

electroacoustic composition on a background of chirping birds.
(headphones recommended)

Gazouillis

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