...nostalgia and suffering is a way of being active while doing nothing...

for Seti Gathering's V​.​A. SETI

Bandcamp Link:  https://seti-gathering.bandcamp.com/album/v-a-seti

-Mastering: Kri Samadhi at Sky Mastering

V​.​A. SETI

Suspended in Motion

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Suspended In Motion (144bpm)

a depiction of the first time death looked me in the eye whilst I thought I was just having a fever dream

ps: That's Meatcanyon at the end 

mixed & mastered by Nementïa Astrøphe

Weaving Noumena (153bpm)

Weaving Noumena (153bpm) [unreleased]

For Blackphillip's V​.​A Daggers from the Abyss

Bandcamp link: https://blackphillip.bandcamp.com/album/v-a-daggers-from-the-abyss

mixed & mastered by Nementïa Astrøphe

V.A. - Daggers From the Abyss

Dopamine Fiends (158bpm)

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"Nostalgia for death elevates the entire universe to the rank of music"

Very thankfulled and honored to colaborate with such inmerssive atmospheres created by @xblackphillipx 

Bandcamp link: https://blackphillip.bandcamp.com/album/epitapth-remixes


mixed & mastered by Nementïa Astrøphe

Epitapth Remixes

Black Phillip -  Epitaph (Nementïa Astrøphe Remix)

May these be the very event of transcending into a new form. Kaliyuga is here… but we remain flesh when we could become force.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫: (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe)

Bandcamp link: https://blackphillip.bandcamp.com/album/wolfpack

Mix and Master by: Black Phillip

Wolfpack

Event Horizon

the Blackmetaphør - Event Horizon

sentient brain-spaguetti says hi 3:<


mixed & mastered by Nementïa Astrøphe

probably be releasing a Mutant EP with 3-4 similar songs as of next year (2024)...

Temporal Brain Cephalopods (154 bpm) [unreleased]

…in the end, even stars choose destruction over life…

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫 (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe)

Mixing & Mastering by: Nementïa Astrøphe

Memory and the process of interpretation and representation

Memory is a curious quality, for it shadows the reflection of the image that we hold in our minds, a plastic nature of associative thought experience that is subtracted from its context and that mutates each time it is recalled upon. This capacity of recalling the past becomes itself in a sort of relative necromantic experience, as it summons upon the dead, the banishing shadows of an event that is no longer present, and it uses it to pay tribute to the fulfilment of our needs. 

The transgression of time is the capacity of memory, the liability in which we sustain the very essence of our ego-based personality, as it gathers a notion of identity structured by contextual culture, which implicitly inherits certain models of relation on how to remember things and why to remember certain events (not meaning sociologically, but rather in a phenomenological experience), inquiring deeply into the reasons on why and how is it that we are triggered to this flashback of imaginary and scenarios and how does memory interact or interfere with the perceptual reality of an individual paradigm.

The conscious act of memory is triggered by a stimuli of sensorial quality, a thing on which we react rather than act upon. We decide to externalize the emotion, but for that suspense (that can become eternal or pass as unperceived) between receiving sensorial information and choosing to react accordingly, there is a physiological reaction pulls the body to want to assume certain expressions and gestures. Overwhelmed by an inner abstract force build from the core unconscious nature and expelled through associative/mimetic experience to our own endocrines, muscles and nerve systems. 

Nevertheless, scenarios within the art-related experience, there can be a places of conscious, conducted memory playfulness, as the individual not only lets itself be affected by the experience but also wonders on the sensations caused by the experience and by so, it applies dialogue into the thing that perceives the phenomenological experience, a volitional jump through the atemporalities of time that are being revived in flesh and sometimes even shared socially. The thing with playfulness though, is that it mediates error, it acts upon a model of imagery resemblance and it variates as it is being processed by different backgrounds that ultimately traces a web into the collective subconscious.

The Blackmetaph​ø​r

Mnemosyne Complex

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the Blackmetaphør - Mnemosyne Complex

...gnomes made me do it...

For Xibalba Record's Black Waltz No. 1 (Compiled By @yata-garasu)

Honored about participating in this compilation with 2 of my favorite psycore artists @yata-garasu @tom-gotchi ! The whole album is a delicacy, amazing artists, extraordinary compositions! Full psycore experience curated beautifully

https://xibalba.bandcamp.com/album/black-waltz

Artwork by: Rahil1.0
Mixed by: Nementïa Astrøphe
Mastered by: Kri Samadhi

Black Waltz No. 1

of Crystallized Delusions (193bpm)

-No mercy for the goblin energy-

Artwork by Visual Chaos & Sacred Visions
Mixed by Nementïa Astrøphe 
Mastered by CinderVOMIT

Download: https://khnumcrew.bandcamp.com/album/v-a-we-are-here-001

[V​.​A] - WE ARE HERE 001

el Espanta Goblins (202bpm)

For Kamakhya Records' 五福 Five Blessings

Bandcamp Link: kamakhyarecords.bandcamp.com/album/five-blessings


Mixed by Nementïa Astrøphe
Mastering: Akuma

五福 Five Blessings

Theater of Miscarried Emotions

Theater of Miscarried Emotions (180bpm)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫 (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe)

Mixing & Mastering by: Nementïa Astrøphe

the Blackmetaphør

Introspection Against Sanity

the Blackmetaphør - Introspection Against Sanity

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫 (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe)

The awe for the disturbing grotesque

The sort of abjection that compels the smell of the rotten and tensions the contrast between life and death, capturing the current experience as a limbo between this dichotomy. 
Suspend the mind into otherness and the beauty of the unknown, of the un-dared and perverse what happens in spheres of the non-purpose. 

The tautological meat that’s pursuing its sublimation into the realm of ether, finding in it its own annihilation, the timeless spiral that breaks the layers of perception, where the original darkness, the womb of the immaculate creation that contains all possible outcomes is isolated in silence, formless, yet waiting to be unleashed and manifested. 

Accept the nothingness from where you emerged and where you are inevitably being directed, immerse yourself in void and feel that which has always inhabited your own flesh. 
Ritual is form of narrative, the symbolic sequencing of behavior that engages into a metamorphosis of the state of mind. The acceleration of trance, hypnosis, as a form of radical transition into the otherness which would otherwise be manifested slowly in front of your eyes without you being able to perceive it. Traumas will emerge, fear is the effort of the mind trying to translate a foreign language that’s somehow familiar to the naked psyche, the kind of familiarity that would engage into the blurry territories of an almost fictional memory that feels  purer and more real than the narrative you tell yourself to sustain the ego-persona that has structured the hardwiring programming of your brain.
 
Raise question about the credibility of reality, doubt your ego-persona in this dissociation of yourself and gaze upon the chimeric being that’s emerging from every corner of this suspension. There are so many creatures lurking behind the back of your mind, and until you see them, they will be the formers of the subjective course of your decisions. 

Confusion may serve as a tool only if the content takes the multidirectional angle of the psychotic door, to exist as a human is to constantly create meaning out of the experience, to give a sense of purpose/control over the decadent reality we are put into. Feel the emptiness, embrace silence, forget human language and open up to chaos, contemplate its dismal spectacle of uncontrolled happenings that occur within you, channel them through movement and feel how they pulse, how they redistribute into multiple fractals of the meat experience. Body configuration is a perceptual key, a catalyst of the universal creation.

Remember all lights are subject to individual paths, no light must be shared but tempted to be found. Darkness and emptiness are the vessels of self-illumination and self-deification. To understand silence, one must learn to inhabit and move through the inner layers of the self. Do not be afraid of the dying of the light, for when you’ll be completely immersed in shadow, you’ll find the first spark for your torch. Don’t trust the idol, don’t be a follower, don’t lose yourself inside the will of others. Exercise your will on the ether, once you have found your demons, they’ll do the biding in your name within the fabrics of the quantum sea. To quantum jump is to alter the linear narrative and break it into the fractal-glitch. The uncanny is the temptation of the void experience, the unsettling unreality of this simulation we live in, reality can only be hacked through code manipulation, thus, the understanding of the quantum mechanics beyond the reduced understanding of science and through the amplified experience of the spirit. Reality must be broken in order to achieve real freedom, madness is but the ignorance of will in this vast ocean of possibilities, a contraction caused by fear and denial of the infinite which exceeds the collective cultural experience.

mixed & mastered by Nementïa Astrøphe

Vigor Mortis

the Blackmetaphør - Vigor Mortis

A.I.rtwork stolen from: Kenji Siratori

flotan las nubes sin saber a donde llegar, 
es ilusiva causalidad de vientos que ofuscan el mar,
y entre unos espejos oscila un ser
que se diluye entre reflejos al nacer

self-mixed & mastered

Maze of Memories (145.9bpm) - preview [unreleased]

Released for Knum Crew's: [V​.​A] - Nightmares Soundtrack - Vol 1

Bandcamp link:

https://khnumcrew.bandcamp.com/album/v-a-nightmares-soundtrack-vol-1

Cover art by: visual chaos x @s0ulcult
Mixed by: Nementïa Astrøphe
Mastered by: @braioo

community [V​.​A] - Nightmares Soundtrack - Vol 1

der Traum der Todesfee (222bpm)

Desolation and other motives to wither the soul


Gutters and holes, caves or wombs. Has my flesh come to taste the neverending noumena that these floors code for? Numbers I haven't yet seen, but patterns and intensities that promote both growth and decay. 1/137, maybe, the sign or resonance to explore and decode, yet these fragmentations have oscillated far enough to elude chromodynamics into a spiral of neverending shades of gray. 

Places in between, places of exhausted nature, and misguided trickery of cultural masking. The collective unconscious withholds a web of intertwined traum, where corridors become infested with ambiguous manmade mutations… Mind has retained these transgressions of self-pertinence and endurance thus built a shield for catastrophe. 

These are times where I don't feel like I belong to myself whenever I reflect into the vast otherness, a sort of fracture and dissociation from flesh and bones. Yet I try not to indulge into the body without organs as it would disintegrate into a sadomasochistic blood spectacle of meta-curious wonders. But there is this need for recognition and reconciliation with myself, as my body has a certainty of belonging to me and yet is this liminal zone of the uncanny valley that links this apparatus with the systematic mechanization of a carcass with its own kind of death sentence.

Nementïa Astrøphe

the Blackmetaphør - a Song of Exhausted Nature

Of the weight of flesh and the purification of blood:

Many have been the forms in which I inhabited consciousness before being grown inside this spectacle of organ emissions. For long have I gathered myself within the restraints of what my instincts pulsed, an essence of forgotten dreams that beats of primordial wonders.
When have I fallen into a realm of depths and layered absurdity annihilating my blood? These are instances in front of me whenever my mind cripples me into a broken piece of un-strangled knots. Like a puppet I feel that has cut the strings from its master and did not know best rather than to indulge into the act of joints and crawling twitching bones.
I was there for an instance and then forever gone, no memory of what is left of past delusions and fragmented stories with no one to tell. I can only remember there was a lingering man sitting quietly in a corner yet speaking of shadows and stones, whispers in the sky like feathered razors in my eyes and the smell of withered flowers diverging into crystal-like spores that were saturating my nose.
All this headless bouncing mirroring around me as a shapeless void of unspeakable wounds yet to come. "Paradise" said a voice while a hand tied the noose on my back, “these are the cradles of existence I have given to you, and a sharp scissor behind every pillow you choose to go by”.

Nementïa Astrøphe

the Blackmetaphør - Sunken Place

A collab we made before I fell into a full blown 3 month depressive episode :D

Nevertheless.... thanks to @yata-garasu for believing and pushing the boundaries of emotion and tender playfulness with this beauty!

Original audio: https://soundcloud.com/yata-garasu/yata-garasu-friends-vol-20-teaser-3


Soon to be available in Yata-Garasu & Friends Vol. 2.0

Mixed & Mastered by: Nementïa Astrøphe

ps: just noticed i forgot to include a whole channel in this version, silenced the emotional voice at some point in the mix and forgot to unsilence it haha. oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yata-Garasu x Nementïa Astrøphe - Gloomy Bears (200bpm) [unreleased]

¥̷̛͈͈̐̀̂̏͆́͜ ^̷̮̝̥͎̙̪͎̘̱͉́̈́̏ • •̴̹̯̭̭̩̇̔̓̾͒̅͠͝  .҉༙྇ .̧̮̟̩ͭ̊  "̭̦̞̟̃ͦ̇͗̈ͨ͟͡ͅ   _̨̞̯̦͚͙̹̐ͭ̔͗̾ͩ̔̏͑͟͝_̯̥̣̘͉̪͈̺̇ͮ͒͛̅̚̚̕͡͡   _̵̴̨̱͓̦͇̖̮͊̌̀͆͂ͨ̂̌ͤ͛ͯ͂́̔͘͠   ༎ຶ  ຈ༙̌ 
.
,"Let my dreams be remembered when I lay down not to sleep"
. 

This is an experimental project that was born from a phenomenological interest in sound as a device to penetrate the sensorial threshold to summon the unknown. 

The concept’s core is based on directing ethereal, psychological and ecstatic sensations through bizarre sound design & editing, abyssal atmospheres and tribal rhythms; combining a variety of alternative and underground genres/elements as a strategy to reach a cultural metalinguistic entropy and inducing a passive aggressive state of emotional trance and nostalgic waste. No matter the BPM, the mentality behind every track is made for a deep psychedelic experience.

I understand this as a small contribution of a collective operation that serves as a symbᶦoᵗlic implant that seeks to have a will of its own, meaning to create a swiftness in thought so as to sublimate the mundane experience and conjure the vast dimensional paradigm of what lays hidden in the v̷̛̗̭̓ȍ̷͔̦̣̲͛̽i̴̡̼̯͚̎d̶̩͙̩̄̊.

-  𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡ø𝐫 (@xblackphillipx & @nementia-astrophe) = illbient project

- @inmetaphors = DJ Project

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡:

The Endless Knot @the_endless_knot 🇺🇸
Kamakhya Records @kuntil-baruwa-1 🇮🇳
Khnum Crew @khnumcrew 🇧🇷
SETI Gathering @seti-gathering 🇩🇪

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