what has always been

"There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
There is Nothing,
Then There is Something.
For a Brief Moment...
Then There is Nothing Again."

Artwork: Ú̷̙n̸̦̐ Ś̴͉e̷̛͈͋r̶̳̕
Mixing: Nementïa Astrøphe
Mastering: @cosmicfrequencies435

Nihil Nihil

Released on the VA "Hand of Doom", compiled by Black Phillip;

Master: Black Phillip

nov 21 2025

Malign Paradigm - Chaotic Resonance

VA ‭Masters of Puppets‬2025 (Preview)

Maleficium -Bushido 190

Dark love  230bpm  (Não terminada)

Devine Disorder by Goomaru vs Gus.wav (No_Master)

EYESdontLIE - (Zeddemix)

[220] 3. Temporal Displacement -preview-

RECORDINGS FROM THE MOUNTAIN OF NEPAL 001 THE SHEPHERD FROM TURKEY

jaan

nightm4re

Live recording BPM Bruto!

I fucked up the set recording, so some transitions are gonna be fucked — it is what it is. Fuck v all.

coverart: Nilnil

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300 microns

@horrordelic-records

Há muito tempo atrás, existia um monstro sem nome. O monstro queria tanto ter um nome que não aguentava mais. Então ele decidiu sair em uma jornada para encontrar um nome. Mas o mundo era um lugar muito grande então, o monstro se dividiu em dois para cumprir a jornada.

Um foi para o leste e o outro para o oeste.
O monstro que foi para o Leste encontrou nomes. 

Mas cada nome era uma fome.

"Olhe pra mim, olhe pra mim. Veja como ficou grande o monstro dentro de mim!"

Morde Morde,
Mastiga Mastiga,
Tritura Tritura,
Engole.

Sempre um monstro sem nome.

Já o monstro que foi para o Oeste não encontrou nomes, mas sons. Vozes que o assombravam, ecos de abismos. Ele as transformou. Em sons densos. Sons que se desdobravam em cenários vívidos.
Ele não precisava de um nome. Porque ele era um monstro sem nome. A música devora. Preenche. Convida. Imerge. Expressa. Autêntica. Profunda.

Sempre um monstro sem nome!

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A long, long time ago, there was a nameless monster. The monster wanted a name so badly it couldn't bear it anymore. So it decided to go on a journey to find a name. But the world was a very big place, so the monster split into two to complete the journey.

One went to the East and the other to the West.
The monster that went to the East found names. 

But each name was a hunger.

"Look at me, look at me. See how big the monster inside me has grown!"

Munch munch,
Chomp chomp,
Gobble gobble,
Gulp.

But the monster that went to the West didn't find names, but sounds. Voices that haunted it, echoes from abysses. It transformed them. Into dense sounds. Enveloping sounds. Sounds that unfolded into vivid scenarios.
It didn't need a name. Because it was a nameless monster. Music Devours. Fills. Invites. Immerses. Pure expression. Authentic. Profound. Art that speaks for itself.

Always a nameless monster!

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