F/F (Cleanse)

Pain Management presents the debut release of London based percussionist Pike.

Having provided rhythms from the shadows for a number of reputable labels and live outfits - 12th Isle, Scenic Route, Slow Dance - Fallen Angel sees the artist unveil a musical fluency and soloist instinct with his first independent effort under his own name. Flexing a previously unseen multi-instrumentalism on two emotive post-rock offerings.

An active participant in London’s underground music circuit, Pike’s performances play with textural, rhythmic and improvisational possibilities. He has developed a unique rhythmic fingerprint indebted as much to UK bass music as to rock, dub and avant-garde electronics. The steady evolution of his practice, alongside extensive behind the scenes collaboration with a wide roster of UK-alt artists - Charlie Osborne, Covco, The Fertile Crescent, Tiberius B - has laid the groundwork for this year’s striking introduction to a new era of the project.

His official debut release on Pain Management falls somewhere at the intersection of dub electronics and art-rock; a dynamic exploration of live instrumentation’s cathartic potential.

On the expansive opener Fallen Angel, a tangle of emotive guitar and basslines float above steady, hypnotic drums. In contrast with the record’s plosive closer, Fallen Angel shimmers with a central ephemerality. Threads of euphoria woven into the shadows of something less sweet. The sensation is one of temporality; a distant memory just out of reach. The presence of this melodic softness shrouding over the rougher elements instills an intimacy to the piece. A late night hymn of introspection; one for the wanderers.

The B-side’s Concrete Dub mirrors this format, putting some serious muscle into things. In keeping with the title, Pike masterfully deploys a hazy, dubbed out groove brimming with swung-drum attitude and bassline thickness. From the mycelium grunge bursts a raw, heartfelt guitar line, distorted power-riffs soaring upwards higher and higher. The result is an emotive and vulnerable sensation of uninhibited feeling - a serious pain management power ballad.

Out Feb 17th on all platforms.
Digital files available via Bandcamp.
Cover image by Yasmin Gordon.

Pike - Fallen Angel [PM003]

@andriy_k
@oscilla-sound

‘Poetry of the Vanished Territories’ is an audiovisual exploration of central and southern Ukraine’s landscapes, capturing memories of fading places that linger between what was and what remains.

Using open source data and field recordings from the corresponding locations, Andriy K. layers abstract compositions with fragments of reality, blending nature and memory.

https://oscillasound.bandcamp.com/album/lmnl002-poetry-of-the-vanished-territories

Poetry of the Vanished Territories

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℘ཞɛɱıɛཞɛ ≈ Andriy K. - Kinburn After [Oscilla Sound]

KAOTE AT SEA

“Subject 137, your epidermal inversion is a temporary side effect of reintegration. Please remain calm.”

“Temporary?!” My voice was shredded, like it was being dragged over gravel.

The voice continued, ignoring me: “The process will stabilize once you complete artifact alignment. Please report to Excavation Site 3 immediately. Your condition will worsen if you delay.”

“Artifact alignment? What the hell are you talking about?”

But the comm went silent with a definitive click.



Bios Contrast & Nilotpal Das - art1fact

'a downtempo centric self-inquiry quest by means of binge-shiftin'

https://ab-u.bandcamp.com/album/binge-shiftin

released March 7, 2025

artwork by Mery Khugashvili & Arsen Iy
composed & mixed by @ab_y
mastered by @yeyomf & @qwqwqwqwa

binge shiftin

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@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

Qurgōn

Qurgōn LP

Viner - Qurgōn (Şüräle Remix)

MiDnIgHt

Concret Dream

Finally, my magnum opus, the Nu Metal Mixtape, 5 years in the making. Spot the samples! Full credits and download of individual tracks at bandcamp link xo

Introduction
Arterial Spray Paint
Gangsta's Duality (Hardcore Version)
Sickore
Scorn
Quake
Interlute
Dogsout (Nu Version)
Hakuna Stigmata
Gangrene Shred
NIN - Mr Self-Destruct (Medulasa Edit)

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