Sofie Birch, a sound artist and producer known for her extensive work with soft ambient releases, live shows, animation films and art installations. With electronic hardware and field recordings, she creates melodic compositions that are produced with a sense of brightness and spirit encouraging its listeners to dream and dwell.

Ensemble, podcast

Sofie Birch [ensemble p♾️dcast by Maintenant Festival] [26.12.2022]

Pas vue Pas pris.mp3

a rough mix of excerpts from some of the tracks of the upcoming Monolake VLSI album. Release date October 7 2016.  http://roberthenke.com/releases/ml-032.html

VLSI - teaser

VLSI - Teaser

Recorded at Isotoop radio show at Operator 24th of June.

Amsterdam-based duo Wanderwelle joined us at Operator to play music and talk about their upcoming debut album on Silent Season  'Lost in a Sea of Trees'.

@wanderwelle

ISOTOOP BC 007 — Wanderwelle

Docetism - Potential Natural Vegetation [SSX08]

A1. Dentario enneaphyllidis - Fagetum I (>)
A2. Dentario enneaphyllidis - Fagetum II
B1. Querco - Pinetum I
B2. Querco - Pinetum II

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https://soundcloud.com/docetism

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The Silent Season 10 Year Anniversary compilation celebrates a decade of deeper electronic music. The vinyl series features artists whose music continues to inspire the Silent Season journey (2007-2017)

http://silentseason.com/ssx10/

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info@silentseason.com
www.silentseason.com

Potential Natural Vegetation [SSV08]

Juno Records

Docetism - Potential Natural Vegetation [SSX08]

"Aperture" 
taken from the Depth Of Field EP

Released by: Konstrukt
Release/catalogue number: KON009
Release date: September 2018

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Mohlao - Aperture - Konstrukt

« We swallow asphalt, we travel open heart, we run closed eyes.  An hypnotic rhythm, some textured notes from Arp Odyssey, and a guitar that capsizes.  Ashinoa. Ashinoa. Ashinoa. A last cigarette. We hang on the wheel.  And we surrender on the highway of lights and vertigo, again »
Ashinoa is a krautrock dementia that fans of the genre will recognize. An artistic atavism in the footsteps of the post-Stockhausen generation, a kind of round table of geniuses Klaus Dinger (Kraftwerk, Neu!), Edgar Froese (Tangerine Dream), Schulze (Ash Ra Tempel)… but also a kosmische musik of modern times, with a touch of electronic influences in the most experimental way. Part of the collective Misère Records from Lyon, which also includes the bands Abschaum (who released its first album in late 2017 on Macadam Mambo) and Pratos, Ashinoa started at the end of 2015 and occupes a special place in the Lyon alternative scene. So it’s a real pleasure to welcome on board a band with such qualities from Macadam Mambo’s hometown. Don’t miss the trip!
TRACKLIST :  A1. Hendwe 4 :25 A2. Katy Pane 8 :00 A3. Oma Gamara 6 :50 B. Sinie Sinie 19 :50

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MMLP3003 - Ashinoa "Sinie Sinie" [PREVIEWS] SOLD OUT!

RADIO.D59B / Johana (11. Feb 2019)

my second mix from isolation. diverse compilation from subtle electronica to dub techno — the tracks that I fell in love with in the past few weeks.
thanks for listening.

playlist:

Ulrich Schnauss - Blumenwiese neben Autobahn
Gacha Bakradze - The Prayer
Segue - Deep Current
Eefje De Visser  Nuno Dos Santos  - Wit Blad Mattheis Remix 
SND - System Medley
Beat Pharmacy - Tape Syndicate 
Jan Jelinek - Tendency
Dices + АЭМ "Ритм-Каскад" - Пацифик
FFAA - Mort
Lichens - Ragos Tus Por Sirena Voko
P-SH - Naam Drops
Virgo Intacta - Here Comes the Knight
Nikita Bondarev - I Swear I Will
Sakura - Pass Into Silence 
Hermann & Kleine - GoodBye

mix from isolation number two

@hlm38
@nottebrigante

The Eternal Temple Of Urban Vexation Tale by Damien Knightley and @ventralisgolden

Read more Damien's Tales From The ID:

https://contacttalesfromth.wixsite.com/mysite

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

I’d been waiting here for days, taxi rank, pneumatic drill, totem in hand, swipe swipe swipe, home-screen, nothing. Taxi summoned like a rain god, but again nothing. Then the dull exhale of a worn-out saxophone took its last breath before the distant rumble of a burning race-car skidded across the nearest rain cloud and into a round of applause.

The taxi hovers above me. 

“You look a little shot up” He shouted over the radio and the rumbling of tachyons as the engine cooled. “Maybe even a little Rubix-cubed?” 
I open the taxi door and climb up.  “You’re not the one I was expecting” I replied. He glances wryly at me through the rearview mirror as he speaks. “Have you ever seen me before?”
“No” I answer. 
“Then how do you know it’s not me?”. He paused briefly for a deep breath. 
“My friend, you must remember that life is an endless cavalcade of overwhelming asphyxiation, but occasionally it is interspersed with bursts of ecstasy. Why is that?”

Spiral galaxies beamed through the concrete cracks of the balconies as he turned the ignition. His mind already on the journey and my answer to his question already in the distant parts of where our conversation began. 

The radio crackles.

“Before you do anything of worth you must first remember that in the morning the vultures will always clear their throats.” 

We veer sharply, away from the city. The skyscrapers look smaller now but are constellated against a foggy backdrop of the city. My shadow in a shapeless heap on the floor below, where it will wait for my return.

We drive through remnants of supernova markets dispersing through the Van Allen Belt like shopping trollies caught in an endless stream, and the fabled fleshpots of the red dwarf districts, with their facades of Unequaled Phantasm, Oracle Delights, The Primordial Orbital, and The Big Dog. 
I felt like I’d seen these broken streets before in more familiar dimensions. I leaned forward between the torn, fake leather seats and asked the driver, “Were these places once local?”. 
Without turning to face me, the third eye fixed on the vast expanse, he replied. “Everything here is non-local and always will be. The real question is, were these places inevitable?

I flop back and look out of the window at gathering star-clouds and specters of ectoplasmic cosmonauts. I watch as a rip-tide in the vacuum brushes them aside like crumbs into the dustpan of infinity. I believed we were Capricornus, that our thoughts stretched out for light-years. 

“Now that the veil has lifted, you may be surprised to discover that you are no longer a deity.” 

I find my thoughts turning to long-gone feathered fancies. These dusty dramas. I had buried them deep within the sands from where the phone booths flickered like lost phosphorescent chapels. Their faint light echoing through synaptic smog patches in a tapestry of meandering messages that clogged the sky. I wanted syllables of an ancient language. But I knew these sounds, although their light obscured my vision, the images they contained burned like suns in the empty night. 

Silently and as quick as a reflex, I took the tiny totem buddha from my pocket and placed it on the dashboard. The taxi stopping almost instantly to a hover.
“I’ll get out here,” I said. 

My shadow had returned to kindly open my door. I stepped outside and wore it like an old coat I’d once found on this street. I checked the pockets to find a note I had written to myself.

‘Together, at last, holding hands, waiting forever for nothing to happen.’

HLM38 - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S ETERNAL TEMPLE OF URBAN VEXATION

Full stream of Forest On Stasys' "Atlantis (Initiation Drums)," taken from his upcoming EP The Initiation on Danza Nativa, out June 29.

More: www.orbmag.com/music/

@danza-nativa
@forestonstasys

VLSI - Teaser

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