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Vekt, from the album Liquid Architecture.
Release date: July 2025

Vekt

Tired

Ride

Free download of 'Rich Men' live at Salford Sonic Fusion Festival 2015.

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Rich Men (Live at Sonic Fusion Festival 2015)

Secrets EP - Enough

Throw Your TV In The Pool EP
STONE AGE MAN

Save Me
Carry Me Back
Look At What The Cat Dragged In
Faithless
Lullaby For The Dreamer

Lineup: 
Greg Paul Stone (gtr, vox, drums, keys)
 Bethan Nodwell (vox)
Anouk Grégoire (vox)
Bruce Cawdron (per)
Jeff Asselin (drums)
Rod Fotheringham (keys)
Marc Decho (bass)
Guest - James Stephens (vio)

Released April 4, 2016
Produced by Greg Paul stone
All songs written by Greg Paul Stone [APRA]
Copyright 2016 © All rights reserved

Throw Your TV In The Pool

Save Me

Hail Medik's debut EP, dedicated to the late great Kooley-C.  Album mixed by Kooley-C and produced by Hail Medik.

Long Live Kooley.  May his legacy live on through those who's lives he has touched with his creative genius.  Kooley was more than an audio engineer, he was an amazing person and an inspiration.  The Black Cross EP, The Dreamstate and The Rule of Two wouldn't have been complete without his experienced input.

Critical

So, uh, how is your uterus?.........
I am still soaring over the pine looking for you
to make you mine
The fullness of your lips and the sheen of your hair
stay with me and keeps me flying in the night air

I was 25 last night when I kissed you
I was sure time was erased
But now I only miss you
I've been waiting!

Wanting you as I do is not so easy
I wish I was jaded and all of your ways
could just be hated by me
Something shot me forward all at once
From a place of comfort into a hell on earth

I was 25 last night when I kissed you
I was sure time was erased
But now I only miss you
I am back down to earth
I have been waiting!

I remain more alone than ever
Because no one and nothing heard my words
None of you knew what real love was
None of you knew, none of you recognized it

It's one more day that you're not a pornstar
It's one more day you're not a rockstar
I was sure time was erased
But now I only miss you
And I'm back down on earth
And I have been waiting!
I knew this was going to happen

(p)(c)2016 Michael S. Cichon, The Quiet One. All rights reserved

Time Was Erased

Paid a fee door let me in free
Some of us pro and don’t need id
I speak and birds open up they V
Fly fly from inside slow motion speed
Loop senses drop your britches and work
Herc power struck down a jerky nurse
Phony medical robe surely came from home
Pull the know out stoked tag the mack en vogue
Que modela Coachella when the tunes released
Planetary domination hardly get to speak
Marley weekend freak smoke a blunt and eat
Pancake dirty date kirbey lane on e
Honey claws got the psalms for the junky church
Runny gaws hitting pause so your body don’t hurt
I think im finally perched on a tree to desert
The underground coma sound bullshit that’s the worst

Digital animal freaking folks

Shoot a lot of lip get split like Gemini
Two hemispheres two mind one pan fry
My business truncate nemesis
Now future’s free of skirmishes
Deep fucking d cup tournaments
Slow busting thrusting murderous
Nightlife want me back by nine
Finish up exchange and ride
Put a lot into coup de etat none of this is new to me
Fuckers thought they’d play the part super Clarke change the scene
Likely dream cept for the part pertaining to the talent
Them motherfucking money-suckers chop em into salad
Ceiling w/a pillow watching the prophecy drop
Somehow feeling halfway guilty sleeping the sympathy off
Pray for anarchist law blind mischivalrous pigs
You cant cuff up my wrist if you can’t find it

Belly covered up t shirt red tiger
Drool down the lip striped saber-toothed slimmer
Dribble spit tip scale dirty dogma
Puppy love blocked shaka twa ménage
Ninja ninja vanish m.o. creep
Naughty fucking freaks and busting techniques
East west battle best turn your bones to ashes
Send em to the kin w/ the symbol on the package
Grow the fascination larger than it ever was
Walls kicked over Berlin snap cameras
Gallagher petey g sledgehammer family
Dabble w/ insanity granted me the amnesty
I learned my lesson messing up my life is not the way to wreck it check the sm58
Replace the vibe behind your face piece
Bass beats your basics plus me it’s the combination
Known to defeat the beast and his gatekeeper

Digital Animal

Musically, the work explores the disruption and abrupt termination of repeated patterns to suggest short episodes of pulses and rhythms that are never fully resolved or developed. 
Most of the sounds in the work come from recordings that I made from inside an upright piano, and inside a clock. These sources are juxtaposed with short samples of Baroque string orchestra. Patches in Reaktor and Max were used to create spatial movement (in the 8-channel version) and rhythmic modulation of playback position within each sound. 
The title of the piece comes from a line in Norman MacCaig’s poem ‘Sounds of the Day’, where the dark sounds in the poem, and silence that follows them represent the intense pain of grief and loss. The relevant extract from the poem is:
When the black drums rolled, it was water
falling sixty feet into itself.
When the door
scraped shut, it was the end
of all the sounds there are.
You left me
beside the quietest fire in the world.
(Norman MacCaig)

black drums rolled (2019)

This is a piece written for an Arts Council of England / Sonic Arts Network commission in 1999. First performed by BEAST at the ICA in London (20th March 1999), and then subsequently on BBC Radio 3 (March 2002). SansCulture was my first experimental piece combining the sound world of electronic dance music, with musique concrete composition techniques. I love the sound of analogue drum machines and synthesizers, so this was a labour of love to assemble thousands of samples from different instruments to create new patterns and odd-sounding grooves. Ewan Stefani

SansCulture (1999)

Inspired by a legend from the contryside of Venezuela and Colombia. "Bolefuego" is the spirit of a woman that was burned alive in her home, along with her two children due to her inmoral behavior. She attacks travelers. Those facing her are advised not to pray; unlike other evil entities, the Bolefuego is attracted by prayers.

Instrumentation: two marimbas, two vibraphones, two glockenspiels and a bass marimba.

This piece was premiered by "Les Percussions Claviers de Lyon" @percussionsclaviersdelyon

This recording is from the general rehersal.

Photo by Louis Hansel @shotsoflouis on Unsplash

BOLEFUEGO for mallet percussion quintet (2020)

I went on a sound walk early on Saturday morning to record the surrounding dawn chorus.  I offer it here as something of a spring gift for those of you that can't get near to a park etc as we are in social isolation

Prestwich Clough Dawn Chorus

Polaroids and Violence

The first demo of a piece I am working on inspired by my isolation experience during the COVID19 pandemic. 

Designed to make the listener feel like they can escape!

Other influences:

- Rey's Theme by John Williams
- The soundtrack to The Last Of Us by Gustavo Santolalla

Other Information:

- Mixed on Logic Pro X on a MacBook Pro 2019 using the AKAI MPK MINI

- Inquiries: gabrielanicolamay@gmail.com (Contact me if you would like to borrow for video projects)

Isolation - Demo

Incidental Rendition is a sonic reflection of the Ritherdon factory at work. Composed for headphone listening, the piece presents the manufacturing process as a metaphorical symphony; the factory’s tools and machines are the instruments, the people working in Ritherdon are the ensemble performers, the background noise is the reverberant concert hall resulting from the factory’s architecture, and the order of the process is the conductor.

Our walk begins at goods in, where the sheet metal enters the factory through the roaring roller shutter performed by Danny P. We briefly pause at the entry to absorb the bustle of the delivery bay, until jolted by the alarming entry of Terry on the Lansing E15 moving a new delivery. Then we walk past Pete on the Masterplat Robopac who is gingerly enveloping a freshly assembled enclosure in its cellophane cocoon before it is sent on its way. Approaching the punching machine station, Jock is on the controls of the Trumpf Trumatic 5000R, heard slowly awakening, steaming and whirling while stretching its mechanical arm. With Jock retrieving the relevant programme from the Trumpf’s memory, it begins its first solo with a sequence of calm yet complex percussive patterns. The punched blanks then move on to the press brakes, where Dawid, Aadam, Jason, and Harry jangle them in the Edwards Pearson PR100. The menacing roar of the Bosch GWS 880 follows, while Andy and Oggi grind the steel sheets, before they are rolled to Tony and Ross in the welding booths, who provide an electrifying performance on the Thermal Arc 400SP. Moving deeper into the factory, we reach “No man’s land”, an area of rare calmness and eerie stillness. No performers are present. All we can hear is the factory’s heartbeat, the electricity regulator, with its minimalist pulses providing the whole operation with vital energy. Moving away from “No Man’s Land”, the calmness is broken by the ensemble of machines making up the paintshop, performed by Matt, Rhys, Filip, and Aaron. The quartet includes the clicking percussion of the overhead conveyor, the pressurised streams of the wash, and the compressed harmonies of the spray booth, while all are enveloped by the constant drone emanating from the stoves. The last piece in the process comes at assembly, where Pete, Paul, and Jan shape Ritherdon’s products into their final form, all under the monophonic songs played on the Technika Digitalradio. Walking through assembly, we reach our starting point, where the Trumpf greets us with its second solo, a pounding crescendo of industrial-strength beats. Stunned by the thunderous performance, we are then soothed by the familiar sounds coming from the Masterplat Robopac, where Pete packages the latest batch of steel enclosures. We follow them out on the loading bay, sent out the same route they came in as sheet metal though Danny P’s roller shutter.

nicolaellis.com
manolimoriaty.com

Incidental Rendition

                 Creating A Beautiful World. 
                       By Popular Demand.


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