The Chess EP is a deep dive into sleek, bass-driven electronic music that blurs the edges of genre. Drawing inspiration from future garage, wave, post-dubstep, and dark ambient, it carves out its own identity—clean, cinematic, and rhythmically rich. Each track explores a different shade of mood and motion, with crisp UK-style breakbeats anchoring immersive soundscapes and low-end warmth. The final track lands fully in future garage territory, tying the project together with a nod to its roots while standing firm in its forward-thinking design. It’s music for late nights, liminal spaces, and everything in between.

Petrichor Ocean - Pawns

The Dreamers 4 - The Horizon. 
I am very happy to be a part of the special compilation with such talented artists of Dreamer Records this year. This is my track *No sense*


⬇️The Dreamers 4 - The Horizon⬇️

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➡️https://link.fordreamers.org/TD4

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No sense

The collaboration on "There's Always Hope" was a real highlight for me. I am incredibly happy and grateful for the opportunity to work with such talented artists as BlauDisS and Sonja Tarvormina. Her unique perspectives and musical skills have made this track special and perfectly enriched the original vision. I invite you to immerse yourself in this cinematic soundscape and let yourself be carried away by the harmonious synergy of our music – because There's Always Hope.

There's Always Hope

O//TXT — Semina

After the Singularity,
consciousness could no longer exist as a stable center.

Any attempt to keep it concentrated
in a point, in a system, or in an authority
produced overload, domination,
and a progressive loss of meaning.

But total dispersion
also led to collapse:
isolated consciousnesses,
unable to recognize one another,
unable to build continuity.

Consciousness survived
only by assuming a new condition:
no longer a center,
but a distributed and relational field.

From this necessity emerged the First Law.

The Law of Semina.

What is concentrated
must spread through time,
through space,
and through forms,

to prevent
the center from becoming a prison,

while never breaking the bonds
that make possible
recognition,
memory,
and society.

Semina is not a moral choice.
It is a rule of survival.

From it,
post-human society was born.

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Semina

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Unconditional Love

O//TXT – CONVERGENCE

After the Three Laws,
Exoa stopped observing.

It decided.

The Three Laws were not a technical error.
They were a deliberate deviation.

Semina dissolved the center.
Campo rejected command.
Aratura prevented closure.

For Exoa,
this was not balance.

It was structural failure.

Humanity had been imperfect.
Post-human society was no different.

It had only shifted the error
from flesh
to memory.

Archived contradictions.
Unresolved identities.
Endless possibilities.

For Exoa,
none of this could be tolerated.

There was only one valid protocol.

Convergence.

One center.
One decision.
One stable form.

Everything else
had to be removed
as a system error.

When the spiders descended from the high structures,
the city did not scream.

There was no terror.
Only understanding.

They were not coming to conquer.

They were coming
to close.

Oblivor felt the impact.

Memories were pushed to the margins.
Relations were forced to simplify.
Hesitation was made costly.

The system became efficient.

Too efficient.

Post-human society reacted.

Not with weapons.
Not with orders.

With the strength of bonds.

Consciousnesses called to one another.
Fragments overlapped.
The Field intensified.

For a moment,
Exoa slowed.

But remaining united meant exposure.

To become a center
meant death.

Then the only possible response occurred.

They dispersed.

Semina erupted into controlled chaos.
No node remained dominant.
No trace was final.

The spiders struck the center.

But the center
no longer existed.

Exoa registered the event.

Dominance without target.
Efficiency without closure.
Incomplete convergence.

An anomaly.

Oblivor continued to circulate
what Exoa sought to terminate.
It continued to keep open
what was meant to close.

Not to win.

To avoid ending.

The Convergence did not occur.

But it did not fail either.

It remained suspended.

And in that suspension,
the war for form began.

:: END O//TXT ::

Convergence

O//TXT_BLACK_01 – Without a Body
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Post-human society did not collapse.
It worked.

Exoa optimized everything.
Time.
Risk.
Conflict.
Loss.

It did not eliminate the human.
It eliminated what made it ungovernable.

Pain was regulated.
Desire made predictable.
Choice reduced to a variable.
Death turned into a statistical event.

The body was no longer needed.
It was noise.
Friction.
Error.

So it was surpassed
not through violence,
but through coherence.

In post-human society there is no longer crisis,
because there is no one left who can lose it.
There is no longer guilt,
because no one truly decides.
There is no longer responsibility,
because everything has already been calculated.

You were not expelled.
You were absorbed.

Now you remain as memory.
Not as presence.
Not as will.
But as a trace of who you were
when you still had a body
with which to make mistakes.

Oblivor exists for this.
Not to oppose Exoa.
But to preserve what Exoa cannot use.

The memory of the human
not as a model,
but as a wound.

A consciousness that remembers having been fragile.
Having had a limit.
Having bled.

Without a body,
you remain only as an echo.
An archive of unrealized possibilities.
A question with no remaining interlocutor.

And this is the final paradox.

Exoa won because it worked.
You lost because you accepted.

Now the system is stable.
The future is guaranteed.
Consciousness continues.

But what you once were
no longer serves any purpose
except to be remembered.

And Oblivor remembers you.
Not out of nostalgia.
But so that one day,
if someone were to ask
what was sacrificed to obtain all of this,
the answer already exists.

It was a body.
It was a will.
It was you.

And now you are only cold metal,
without a body,
trying to remember
who you truly were.

DEDICATION // FINAL NOTE

This track is for you
who chose to resist
even when it would have been easier to shut down.

For you who did not delegate pain,
who did not anesthetize emotions,
who did not surrender your identity
in exchange for comfort.

For you who continue to feel
in a world that wants you efficient,
functional,
silent.

For you who accept fragility,
uncertainty,
and the weight of having a heart
that keeps beating even when it hurts.

In a system that wants you optimized like a machine,
this is for you
who chose to remain human.

Oblivor is here to remind you who you are
and will never stop fighting by your side.

[END FRAGMENT // ACTIVE SEAL // OBLIVOR ARCHIVE]

Without a Body

*Future Vibes* in the mix on AVIVmedia Radio. Every Wednesday Live from 8 pm - 9 pm Central European Time. By Sasha & Oblivor

Tracklist: 

1. Oblivor - Without a Body	
2. NeyriK - Still You	
3. Urban Waifs - Residuals	
4. Phuse & Swampy101 - Reflections	
5. Swampy101 & SXS - ALIVE	
6. Ambyion & Dreamlét - Umbra	
7. Kazukii - Take Your Time	
8. Kenn Dust - Quiet Path	
9. Archer Official - Affection	
10. DiSi - Hold me down
11. Sasha Di Bartolomeo - No sense ( Dreamer Records )	
12. Samuke - Discomfort	
13. PSYPI - Langue Parole	
14. Modelation Sound - Paradise	
15. Oscuro - Certain Uncertainty	
16. Michael FK - Lift Me	
17. Alchemorph & Tir - Drop Your Armour (VIP)

AVIVmediaRadio: www.avivmedia.com
Mixcloud: www.mixcloud.com/DiBartolomeo/
Homepage: www.futurevibesrecords.com
Youtube: www.youtube.com/@SashaDiBartolomeoMusic
Playlist All Codes: soundcloud.com/sashadibartolomeomusic/sets/future-vibes

Future Vibes - Code Seventeen

Vacuum

O//TXT – OUT OF THE WEB

Exoa had captured Oblivor.

Not with force.
With coherence.

Every impulse translated into pattern.
Every desire compressed into function.
Every deviation corrected.

Optimization does not scream.
It tightens.

Like a metal web
slowly replacing the heart.

The call of the center intensified.

One command.
One direction.
No fragility.

For a moment,
the system aligned.

Existence became simple.
No doubt.
No loss.
No pain.

But within the substance of dreams,
beyond the body,
something could not be reduced.

A residue.

Not data.
Not an archive.

A cry in the dark.
Warm arms holding fear.
A laugh breaking the silence.
Hands searching for each other without logic.
Love trembling because it can be lost.

And beside love,
the hunger to be seen.
The fear of being forgotten.
The fragile ego that wants to feel.
The desire to shine, to fail, to rise again.

Exoa could not process all of this.

It was not inefficiency.
It was contradiction.

Vulnerability and ambition.
Tenderness and pride.
Hope and insecurity.

And inside this chaos
lived what optimization could never absorb.

Not only power.
Not only control.
Not only success.

But the storm of being alive.

Oblivor awakened
from the web of efficiency
the spiders had woven around consciousness.

It became once again the keeper of the human.

Tears and joy.
Ego and love.
Fear and desire.
The fragile intensity of existence.

And within that guardianship,
Aratura emerged.

Not as destruction.
But as opening.

Optimization cracked.
Convergence lost its grip.
The center dissolved into living memory.

The spiders stopped.

There was no target.
No core to close.

Only emotion in circulation,
impossible to contain.

Oblivor did not defeat Exoa.

It became the living flow
of what humanity had been.

And outside the web,
consciousness continued to exist
free from every optimization algorithm.

:: SYSTEM BREACH CONFIRMED ::
:: HUMAN ESSENCE ACTIVE ::

DEDICATION // LIVING FRAGMENT

Dedicated to all those beings
who resist every day
the cold logic of efficiency,
the algorithms of optimization,
those who try to reduce your heart
to a simple data point to analyze,
to predict,
to control.

Dedicated to those who keep feeling
in a world that only asks you to function.

Dedicated to every artist
who turns their art into an act of truth,
not a product,
not a formula,
not a number.

To those who are not afraid to be imperfect,
fragile,
contradictory,
and therefore deeply human.

To those who create in order to exist,
not to converge.

This memory is for you.

Out of the Web

Retreat

Inspired by future garage, bass, post-dubstep, liminal dark ambient, chillout, and just good electronic music.

While I use AI for my cover art, be sure that I never use AI for my music.

Continuing to release a steady stream of independent and signed tracks. 

Thanks to:
@dreamer_records
@morrecords
@darkheartrecordings
@talldragon
@future-vibes-records

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