very good bass experimental; good track Natasha

@mynocturnaltwin: too sophysticated for my autumn brain)

Had to listen to it over and over... It's so cool! :) <3

Heck yeah. I will need to visit your profile when I have more time to go over all of it.. love this stuff!

Restless Objects

New Norms

This tune is meant to be a meditation about the results of the so-called “Arab Spring”, or possibly about some of the relationships going on between the "Third World" and Western countries...

Teth Sin : vocals, guitars, bass guitars, samplers (electric piano, kalimba, drums)

Original composition, arrangement, lyrics, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

Objectified

Primal Scream

Shamanic Bass Roar

Crangon

https://soundcloud.com/tengos-trail/sealed-off

Sealed Off - Tengo's Trail - Sunday Jam-Collab

Bury it in a tin and let strangers dig it up and wonder. Slow fade again

Christmas Fade

A track from "Haunted Houses" album. Released by Laverna label. Digital copy is available for free download here: http://www.laverna.net/releases/Lav85.html

Composed, recorded and mixed by Alessandro Barbanera (march - july 2020)
Mastered by Francis M. Gri

"Haunted Houses" is a collection of seven tracks in slow, melancholy, dreamlike, nocturnal mood. It's a work made of waiting, of grainy sounds and silences full of rustles. It's a work talking about isolation, either in a physical and mental space; which talks about full spaces and empty or restricted spaces, of presences and absences, of memory and hope, of distances, of houses and rooms. Rooms innervated with restlessness and waiting (the opening track "Sleepless"). Houses where memories crowd, layered memories that coexist with the present (the title-track "Haunted Houses" is a short electroacoustic study on perception: indistinct, evanescent sounds, old pianos in the distance, confused and ectoplasmic voices, furniture that moves from the floor above, sighs...). And then there are presences such as those of literary characters, which can come to life in the mind while reading ("The death of Joe Christmas" is inspired by the restless and controversial character narrated by William Faulkner in "Light in August"). 
Even absences find space in the album, manifesting themselves in their impalpable distance (the piece "In Absence"), as memories of a past that has no place in the present. Then the rooms can become places overloaded with pain (the track "Torture Room"), where this suffering and effort can take an expiatory, spiritual, meditative form. And after all this inner torment, even isolation can turn into an opportunity for reflection, "redemption" and sincere change: the final tracks "Pure" and "Endless" try to capture this renewed spirit, following a strongly emotional path. “Endless” closes the circle, but it can also reopen it. 

"Haunted Houses" was made with guitars, contact microphones, an old cassette recorder, field recordings, dusty and grainy lo-fi sounds, found objects, recordings of streets at night, sounds of a carpentry workshop, slowed sounds, manipulation of loops of classical music taken from the radio. Every detail, every sound has been carved and polished day after day, chiseled and positioned with care and devotion, in a work of "sound craftsmanship".

Haunted Houses

Sleepless

A cover of the Alev Lenz song Laura for the Spitfire recompose competition

Laura (Alev Lenz Cover)

Incorporated

taRka with SâVge & The Muses present
PACTS MADE IN DARK NOTHINGNESS
___________________________________
First layer (foundation):
4003 bass, Linnstrument, various synzzz n sequencing, percussion
Cross Rotations https://soundcloud.com/user-208097705/cross-rotations
SanjajnaG aka Agitation aka THEE 5TH BRAIN CITADEL
@user-208097705 @agitationphi @user-126729602 @user-685450274

Second layer:
Lyrics, Vocals & their Pre-Mix, Cover Design
Mariam Zohra D : Myrh
@myrhyum @tariqa-kali @myrhyummy @dreamspeakum

Third layer:
Space Drum, Didgereedoo, Flute, Field Recording, Lyrics, Vocals & their Pre-Mix
SâVge with guest The Owl 🦉
@bissecta @bissecta_de_kinsame @kins-me
Myrh does final arrangement of SâVge's additions w. some fx

Final layer:
Lyrics, Vocals, FX, Modulars, Final Mix/Master
INRGD 
@inrgd @maquinasemdialogo @nuitsacrifice @agarwoodduo

Cover features SanjajnaG; Photographs by Astarte23 @astarte23 and Myrh

All seeds in the soil are in darkness. Pacts made in darkness are sprouting hope, beyond nothing and something. Through concrete and uncertainty, the glow is on!
Weave On!
>SMSI<
------------------------------
lyrics by myrh with inrgd’s lyrics in brackets and SâVge's with “ _ “
PACTS MADE IN DARK NOTHINGNESS
____________________________________
by all means necessary 
to weave
by all means necessary
above all considerations
to weave
in love
in love

in love

A yo!
before birth
saw - fate-ye
A yo!
pacts made in dark nothingness 
eh say now, saw - fate-ye
aligned my Self before the realization
A yo!
eh say now, saw - fate-ye

A yo de vie des!
(oh, you got me like fever)
at the mercy of the web
(feeling everywhere)
at the mercy of the web

(feeling everywhere, and oh it got me fever)

(and oh it got me fever)

oo yada ray o yay ooooo

- dark already candelight- 

(feeling everywhere, and oh it got me fever)

- before illusion - 

eee feray eh eru ve yeoo

- don’t tie me! cha! - 

pacts made in dark nothingness
pacts made in dark nothingness

submitted my life

aligned my Self

 - dark ... - 

pacts made in dark nothingness

(until you realize)

nothingness
submitted my life
Lal Ded*
my life
Lal Ded

the dark seed
the dark seed

(desire, thunder, 
.......
desire, thunder
and then you realize)

more flowers blossoming

- brightening! -

more pain more love more joy - more empathy - more joy more love more pain

>SâVge speaks the sounds of a seed busting through the concrete!
- MHHMMHMMHHHMMMMMMMHH -

seeds to blossom
seeds to blossom
flowers!

(how you feel: when ever you feel all)

*Lal Ded (1320–1392), known as Laleshwari in other parts of the subcontinent, was a Kashmiri mystic of the Kashmir Shaivism school of philosophy.[1] She was the creator of the style of mystic poetry called vatsun or Vakhs, literally "speech" (from Sanskrit vaak). Known as Lal Vakhs, her verses are the earliest compositions in the Kashmiri language and are an important part in the history of modern Kashmiri literature.[2][3] Sufis missionaries utilized her philosophy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lalleshwari

Pacts Made In Dark Nothingness <||> SanjajnaG+Myrh+SâVge+INRGD

The project is a collaboration with Jan Exner @exner from 2016. We divided the poem "Aufbruch" into six parts. With music and sounds Jan created a fascinating acoustic imagery. Lets go ⇢

Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production
Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image



Aufbruch
1 
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, in Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2 
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen, und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?
 
Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long? 
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning? 
Anticipate fulfillment?

3 
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
Anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm
and the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5 
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head 
who gossips stupid stories and forgets. 
Tears run down the panes. 
What was feared will come true and pass. 
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself, nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwoman.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
See footsteps firmly on the ground. 
I was gone and I'll be back.

6 
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, mich zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen, nahe bei mir:  
Ich bin Traube. Ich bin Straße. Ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse myself between tracks.
See the goal, close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

4 Träume meinen Flusslauf (eXner / Augenmerk)

Performed & Recorded by Matteo Mariano (2019/2020) http://macrogramma.com
Original cover art by Dario Panzeri (2020). http://dariopanzeri.org

"Metafonia" is the Italian word that identifies the phenomenon known in parapsychology as "electronic voices". Metafonia I is the second track in order of publication, and the first in order of numbering, of a series of compositions inspired by this phenomenon. 
Approaching Halloween and the dark atmosphere of this historical period are reflected in the dark character of the song.

Each piece was made starting from vocal samples recorded and processed in real time with a laptop (and with the addition of some synths). The only voice behind these pieces is mine (at least I think, and above all I hope, even if I can never be completely sure), recorded while I was improvising random phrases, as if I were my own medium.
I waited a long time before deciding to finish and release this series of songs, the gloomy atmosphere of this end of October 2020 made me realize that it was time to let them go.
The project is to release all the tracks, one or two at a time, between today and the evening of October 31st (as per pagan tradition), to collect them in a single album that will be available on Bandcamp ...
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"Metafonia" è la parola italiana che identifica il fenomeno noto in parapsicologia come "voci elettroniche". Metafonia I è la seconda traccia in ordine di pubblicazione, e la prima in ordine di numerazione, di una serie di composizioni ispirate a questo fenomeno.
Halloween che si avvicina e il clima tetro di questo periodo storico traspaiono dal carattere cupo del brano.
Ogni brano stato della serie è realizzato a partire da campioni vocali registrati ed elaborati in tempo reale con un laptop (e con l'aggiunta di un po' di synth). L'unica voce alla base di questi brani è la mia (almeno credo, e soprattutto spero, anche se non potrò mai esserne del tutto certo), registrata mentre improvvisavo frasi casuali, come fossi il medium di me stesso.
Ho aspettato diverso tempo prima di decidere di terminare e pubblicare questa serie di brani, l'atmosfera cupa di questo fine di ottobre 2020 mi ha fatto capire che era arrivato il momento di lasciarli andare.
Il progetto è di rilasciare tutte le tracce, una o due per volta, tra oggi e la sera del 31 ottobre (come da tradizione pagana), per raccoglierle in un unico album che sarà disponibile su Bandcamp...

Released October 21, 2020

all rights reserved

Metafonie Volume 1

Metafonia I

Composed for Naviar Haiku #358.

More on Naviar Haiku:
 https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku/

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Close My Eyes - Naviarhaiku358

i wonder (abstraction)

no more than Noise  Resurrection.

I really love all the people i follow here and those who are following me. Thank you guys. xx

First album, "That's Sin", is out on Bandcamp @ https://tethsin.bandcamp.com/album/thats-sin

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