Arté - Modus [IC005]

The post-club and high emotional ambient sound of Siberian producer Arté.

Modus

Arté - Solar Bridge

https://animaplanet.bandcamp.com/album/lithia

LITHIA

Lithia

Wild on Ice

Hesaitix - Noctian Airgap (PAN 152)
Label: PAN
Cat.No.: PAN 152
Release Date: 06 December 2024
Purchase: pan.lnk.to/NoctianAirgap

Through the haze we could make out hardly anything. Just the black line of the horizon. And in the distance the faint glimmering of the sea.

James Whipple returns from a long period of musical dormancy with his first full length LP for PAN since 2017.

As M.E.S.H., he honed a singular and unpredictable sonic identity on his debut album Piteous Gate. Re-emerging as Hesaitix, the now-familiar motifs have become streamlined, the sound palette both more refined and more elaborate. Even at its most abstract, there is an uncanny presence permeating the record, a convincing emotional reality with its own narrative and spatial logic.

Opener ‘Cusp of Unknowing’ announces itself with crushing low end synths feathered with delicate chimes before dissolving into the oceanic din of a data center. Rolling, engine-like subs mark the start of ‘Taurian Shade,’ a low- tempo percussive drive past iced-over chords and angular synth lines. ‘Geflatnet’ and ‘Volunteer’ dip into grooves bordering on nostalgic, referencing a misremembered golden era of electronica long-players. On ‘Santarosae (Black Dolphin),’ a sense of primordial awe comes to the fore, while ‘Black Line,’ originally presented as an audio installation in 2022, uses the human voice to explore a narrative approach to sound. ‘Noctian Airgap’ and ‘Anticrime’ return to syncopation and its complex moods, while ‘Subdermal’ and ‘Hypersea’ embrace repetition in service to atmosphere.

Hesaitix - Anticrime

From 'strange echoes', out December 12th on glint music.

@ex_sses 📯
@divineglintmusic 📣

Takeoff mode! You're soaring! Look how up high you are! You are up high! You are so up high! Look at you! They're looking! They look as they gawk as they kind of ogle as well! How couldn't they? They gaze upon a liker, reposter, sharer, widespread grassroots marketer of ex.sses's '888', out December 12th on glint music, premiered by Madjestic Kasual! An awe-inspiring sight.

ex.sses - 888 [MK PREMIERE]

[AML005]

Mastered by Mert Akkuş
Cover by Berk Çakmakçı

Rumina - Song A (Endgame Remix)

Type: EP
Format: Digital
Releasedate: May 14th
Cat. number: SLA25
Artwork: Oliva Rawlings
Master: Norman Orro

If you listen to the breeze long enough, a song will emerge.
The air hangs on the cusp of rapture.
It will have you foraging in existential void, identity-gardening for a better future...
realworlding.

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Hiding in relative obscurity, Music For Your Plants – the sonic environment tended by Tallinn's Norman Orro – originated in late 2000s as a library-music-obsessed prog-rock collective in the dusty attics of the Estonian Academy of Arts. The project has since shed its initial kraut-informed sprawl, evolving through junglist, breakbeat hyperstitions toward a sort of post-anthropocene chamber music: densely layered, rhythmically unstable, and emotionally euphoric.

MFYP maintains a fascination with nonhuman perspectives and systems,
expressing this through forgotten esoteric plugins or operating 90’s hardware with the casual precision of someone peeling particularly stubborn fruit. Despite surface affinities with ambient or post-club sonics, Orro’s output eschews the genre’s more pristine tendencies. MFYP’s productions are texturally grainy, often abrasive in detail – the residue, perhaps, of early-digital workflows and a background in tape-saturated, longform rock improvisation.

Where Hassell sought hybrid utopias, MFYP’s trajectory leads deeper into what Orro has referred to as “Fifth World sonics,” creating a deliberate babel of "world musics" – sometimes deploying reflective detachment, elsewhere earnestly attempting to reconfigure music for an age where the concept of "world" is in crisis. This approach, crystallised on the 2013 Humanity EP, helped cohere the “eco grime” microgenre through holographic, deconstructed folktronics and mutations of UK bass DNA.

On Aeolian Software, we find bit-crushed fretwork and pop-leaning structures, if only briefly gasping for air. MFYP’s current phase appears concerned with breath and density, melodic cells surfacing through mist before dissolving again – as if uncertain whether to take root or vanish.
New Age textures creep in sideways, only to be clipped by loose 2-step scaffolding, while vocal trance fragments pockmark the air like overheard dreams. Somewhere between the PS2 boot sequence and a pan-global spiritual, it's panglossia for the post-everything listener.