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originally written in under 12 hours during FORM's event All Nighter 10

inspired by: sydney runner, Sora, Caribou, ARIA VEIL

leap towards tenderness

inspired by: DJ Seinfeld (Time Spent Away from U)

2025.09.18

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I saw a dead deer on the side of the road a while ago while I was on my way to work. I don’t drive, I refuse to do so. So I walked past her, but not before touching her, and praying for her. To me, the apokatastasis at the end of time, will not just be all human souls, but the entirety of all creation united in peace with God, I think that is what God meant. I prayed that this would come sooner.

In this 21st century, centuries since the French revolution life has been all-progress. And all progress has been autonomy. The autonomous mill, the autonomous horse, the autonomy of mind, the factory, the car and artificial intelligence. There is no progress in this world if it does not revolve around technological progress and the self. So much technological progress. Everything is datalogical, an opinion isn’t worth having if you could not measure its effects, or its subjects. There’s something reasonable about that if you’re baking a loaf of bread, but nature, folklore, the world and God do not work in such ways. Guy Shrubsole noted in his book on British rainforests that drawing squares on maps is just a useless exercise, nature does not exist to be measured, it is inconstant flux between states and inconsistencies, and you can stand in two parts of the square and expect a different kind of nature. This is true too, for folklore. One elder will tell you the same story differently from another. This is true for God, too. The French attempted to mediate this ‘problem’ with their language programs. Now they are cultureless, the once Bretan, Provencial, Occitan dialects are now curiosities, dead or dying- and its people are lost. A similar thing happened in Britain with much more blood, talk to a Scottish man, a Welsh woman or a person from Ireland in their native tongue and they might give you a lost look. All things cast away, and all people assimilated into a singularity. The people lost their language, and with it, they lost their stories.

It is however the immeasurable things that make us human. Not just dialects, or languages, but walking down to the river, and finding a brook, and at that brook sitting down on some of the mosses on the branch of a willow that has quietly drank from this stream for hundreds of years, before your grandparents were born, and their grandparents even. Touch the soil that is older than our own species with your left hand, and dip your right hand into the running, living water from which you came. What do you feel? You feel water, and soil, maybe you have a damp arse, sure- but what does your heart tell you? This world has meaning, it is mystical, it is powerful, rooted entirely in the soul, and it is entirely, and completely alive, like you and I. The enemies of the soul are not simply capitalists, or the petit-bourgouis, but any single person who wishes to replace a brook with a road, any individual in power or not that believes the solution to the crisis of Modernity is more of it. We do not need more Modernity. That is why we choke on smog in cities, and our birches have turned black in the first place. We need to return to an older way of living, the community economy- a world where our fingers are in the soil, and all the roads are trodden grass. It is a world of a home centered on the hearth, the village on God, the town and its center, where cities are abolished. We do not need infinite life, nor do we need abundance, 3D printed food or replicators on a star-ship. All we need is just the earth in its honesty, the power to feel, to sing and to raindance. There live faeries in the blackthorns and the trees are alive and will talk to you in the woods. You might not see them when you look initially, but if you close your eyes they are there, in your dreamtime. And if you love them, they will teach you everything they know. Everything you need has always been here, it is under the concrete, God made it for you. Destroy the concrete, blow up the pipelines and love your neighbour.

God Sleeps on Your Hillsides

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[PIRANHA SIBERIA DUB] proudly presents its 86th release — Mountain Altai VA: Lake Teletskoye. Dub Techno Star Collection, Vol. 7

Lake Teletskoye — the heart of Altai. Deep, silent, alive. Its surface breathes like the sky; its depths remember like the earth. Here, everything sounds different — a drop falls like eternity, the wind whispers like a prayer, and silence itself becomes music. Morning fog drifts across the still water; golden peaks shimmer in reflection, and it feels as if nature holds its breath to preserve the balance. Often called “the younger brother of Baikal,” Lake Teletskoye is revered in Altai as a living being — a keeper of ancient secrets, a mirror in which time gazes at itself. Seventy-seven kilometers long and three hundred twenty-six meters deep, its waters carry the echoes of millennia. The lake doesn’t simply flow — it remembers.

Vol. 7 of Mountain Altai VA is dedicated to this sacred lake — a place where light and sound merge into one. Nine tracks shimmer like reflections on the water, from the first drops of morning dew to the unfathomable darkness of its depths.

::: E-Mantra (@e-mantra) — “Lost in the Taiga”
The taiga breathes. Between pines and wind, a hypnotic rhythm awakens. “Lost in the Taiga” is about wandering and peace — how one can lose their way and still find inner silence.

Mountain Altai VA: Lake Teletskoye is the seventh chapter of our Altai chronicle — where sound becomes reflection and silence becomes depth.
Lake Teletskoye is not merely a body of water, but a living mirror where mountains and sky recognize themselves. Everything here is slow, pure, and transparent. The waves move like the breathing of time; the fog turns into melody; and every drop of water holds both light and eternity. This part of the collection, created in celebration of the third anniversary of [PIRANHA SIBERIA DUB], is dedicated to balance — between light and depth, silence and sound, the heard and the felt. Nine tracks form a single sonic surface — the stillness of the lake where music becomes water, and water becomes music. Here, dub techno breathes like the transparent depths themselves — slow, pure, infinite. It is music of peace, of light, of memory. It is Altai — reflected in sound.

Yours in sound and spirit,
The [PIRANHA SIBERIA DUB] Crew.


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Mountain Altai VA: Lake Teletskoye. Dub Techno Star Collection, Vol. 7
1. DubTeknik - The Earth Remembers Silence @dubteknik
2. Klordop - Morning Dew @klordopsound
3. Space Scavengers - Golden Peaks @space-scavengers
4. andYUso - Hold Me Down @andyuso
5. Vytis - Deep Lake Diving @vytisdubs
6. Tm Shuffle - JdxiDub1 @tm_shuffle
7. E-Mantra - Lost in the Taiga @e-mantra
8. Soundealer - Pulse @soundealer
9. d.lawrence - Gates of Shambhala @d-lawrence-3000
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Label: [PIRANHA SIBERIA DUB] – [PSD086VOLUME7]
Format: Digital
Country: Russia
Release date: 25.11.2025
Genre: Electronic
Style: Dub Techno, Deep Techno, Techno, Psychedelic


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Bandcamp: https://piranhasiberiadub.bandcamp.com/album/mountain-altai-va-lake-teletskoye-dub-techno-star-collection-vol-7
Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/release/mountain-altai-va-lake-teletskoye-dub-techno-star-collection-vol-7/5561454

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