Full stream of Simon Littauer's "Phicet," taken from Modular LP on katharsis, out on January 10.

Pre-order: https://katharsis-label.bandcamp.com/album/modular
More: www.orbmag.com/music

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@simon-littauer

Modular

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Premiere: Simon Littauer - Phicet

VA - Tripalium Fucked-Up Squad vol. 4 [TMF!17]

Out on feb 27th, 2025
Order : https://tripalium.bandcamp.com/album/tmf-17-va-tripalium-fucked-up-squad-vol-4

Booty rave, hard juke, raw electro, ghetto jungle, nutter breakcore and more insane sounds that have been made to ruin your speakers : the Fucked-Up Squad is back with 15 tunes from all over the world, made by some of the most freaky producers of the moment. Winter is gonna be hot, punks !

TRACKLIST :
01. Dimmä - Traction Control
02. Fleisher - Fangs
03. Pondi Map - Facedownlow
04. Lv Amaj - Brickandlace vs Belanova
05. Shade - Big Foot
06. siio - Wayang Wayang
07. Krumble - Pump Hit
08. Dj Würm - Goblïne's Lair
09. Shibuya793 - Speed-Runner
10. Archivist x SDKV - Bavovna
11. cable.percussion - Ketone
12. Laxenanchaos - Viral Radio Wave
13. Cheetah & Slinki - Tekky (Antilogic FLIP)
14. Hazy Blades - Beluchi
15. Uroko - Stay Awake

Mastered by Ronnie Coco
Artwork by Mat Malinard
[TRIPALIUM CORP] - Tripalium Mind Fucked ! 17

Tripalium Fucked-Up Squad vol. 4

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VA - Tripalium Fucked-Up Squad vol. 4 (Snippets)

@vinerrrrr

Music Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgVPJURrpJc
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 


With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazá [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Qurgōn

Qurgōn LP

Viner - Qurgōn

@vinerrrrr @suraleisme
Music Video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=HH_G5oToWfU
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 


With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazá [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Viner - Qurgōn (Şüräle Remix)

@vinerrrrr @aunt-zaza
Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mYOMYioQDxM
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Death is certain, life is not. And both are available at our supermarket. 


With everything that’s happening in the world, one must wonder if there’s breaking free from it all or should they just stop trying to make sense of it. It’s a choice and it isn’t — depending on the circumstances one finds themselves in. What seemed senseless beginning to take form and what had always been solid shatters into pieces: home, family, plans, love, identity, freedom, sex, philosophy, technology, making-it, bank account, self, traumas, patterns, overcoming them, residence, conscience, morals, vodka, values, vulnerability — they have equal chances to serve as safe place or jail, wake or deliverance, life or death — go figure.

In its first release, Patar flips the table — and the cards, and the chips with it. No stake is too high to even mention it. One track and 7 versions of it, as an attempt to transgress from confusion to clarity — or maybe the other way around. Here’s an artistic experiment for you: do not brief, do not declare, do not obey, and do not fight — or do. And see what comes out of it. 

Qurgōn is a pit grave. There are dead horses in it, dead people, dead weapons, and vessels. It stinks and it’s scary. It’s a place where nothing will ever be born, or will it? It requires nothing, silently craving admiration. It only ever serves a collective memory of all the heroes and the blood-thirsty freaks alike. They are one, after all. It only is to be unbothered, looked at in awe and disgust; to be a break out on the smooth surface of the steppe’s ass.  

One artist made a call, seven responded — to dig to the bottom of that pit or touch upon its stony texture.

In order of appearance:

Viner [France, Marseille]
Şüräle [Kazakhstan, Almaty] 
Wulffluw XCIV [Moldova, Chișinău]
yutani [Armenia, Yerevan]
Sha Gen [Tajikistan, Dushanbe]
Aunt Zazá [Spain, Barcelona]
Hayk Karoyi [Armenia, Yerevan]
A.Fruit  [Spain, Barcelona]

Here’s another experiment for you: renounce all styles and genres and go with it. Who cares, anyway? Gloomy and epic, repetitive and bass-y — oh, always bass-y. Percussion-thick, yelling, obnoxious, rich. The sound of dying, finding peace, losing it again, and returning back to the hassle. The all-penetrating sound of a baby’s cry and the last exhale of a fighter knocked out for good. Ferocious sirens needling through the layers and layers of dead horses and weapons, clanking, squelching — resonating. With the horrors and hope. With memories and fantasies. With clinging to what seems to be it — and letting go. 

Nothing is certain anymore, yet everything is clear. 

p.s. The locations are mentioned to help gig providers locate the artists and, maybe, give an idea of their background and current state of mind, but not really and not necessarily.

* Qurgōn [Uzbek], commonly unknown as Kurgan [Turkic] or Курган [Russian]  a circular burial mound constructed over a mass burial site of warriors; originally in use in the Russian Steppes, Caucasus, and Central Asia, but later spreading into eastern, central, and northern Europe in the third millennium b.c.

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Viner - Qurgōn (Aunt Zazá Remix)

@patarlab @vinerrrrr

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H86AMtRek3M
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ashes and feathers, and fire, and snow
there lies an unnamed and unbothered Jon Doe

How do we ponder death and rebirth without sounding like a cliché — or looking like one?

Hayk Karoyi’s remix of Viner’s Qurgōn meets Egor Konstantinov’s visual exploration of the soft transition from one state to another — a prominent fear, validated and deglorified by thousands of try-outs.
You crumble asleep; you wake up new.

With tenderness, we present the album’s second track

text by Nastassja Popova
mixing & mastering by A.Fruit
cover by Timur Zima

Viner - Qurgōn (Hayk Karoyi Remix)

Melbourne/Naarm's Night Shop Records presents their second release. Freedom, renewal, revival, release. ‘Reimagining’ is true to its name: a reinvention of Rita Bass. Across four offerings, Rita crafts her unique style of moody dance music. Marked by chopped breaks and warm basslines, sweeping pads and Rita’s layered vocal harmonies: this is ethereal bass.

Rita Bass
@ritabass
www.instagram.com/rxtabass/

Night Shop Records
@nightshopppp
www.instagram.com/nightshopppp/

Reimagining

Kalinka

Premiere: Rita Bass - Kalinka | Night Shop Records

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Отметился на площадках ARMA, БАУНС, IF, Gazgolder, Griboedov Basement и др. на вечеринках SVODKA, SIGMA, Applique и многих других.

Выпускал свою музыку и миксы на многих отечественных и зарубежных лейблах.

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