slow burn to dramatic intensity. excellent

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In the shadowed alleys of a metropolis plagued by corruption and despair, lurks a figure shrouded in mystery, known only as Trapezoid.

Trapezoid

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It had been too long since this rusty axe wielder dialled in too much distortion...

Today, that was changed. Stay tuned to follow this twisted journey!

Alchemical Pt. 1 [Demo]

VB - 29

method: real cassette tape was involved  - as well as digital morphing sources 
narration: a meditation on what happens when recording on good old tape as well as https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zero-point_energy … do homophones like „bruises/brews, is“ and  „sores/source“ still work in the illiterate spring of 2024?  ... have they ever done so? ... are they even homophones at all?
image: copyright jo richter ... the image was somehow inspired by the title of the second novel in Liu Cixin's Trisolaris cycle (and a landscape described in the last one)

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

electric capture
magnetic escape
the wow and flutter
of cellular tape

cohesion fractures
in the liminal gaze
mind‘s reflection
in 4d space

particle bruises
zero point sores
the cosmos breathes
through incarnate pores

zero point

Not feel 

Wake outside of myself 
Make my way to my cigarette 
Sunrise over the swamp
I can smell the air, you there 
This sun ive already felt
The breeze is rest from my lonely self
Everything I see just breathes, through me for free 

And now the crows have left
Nothing here but the silent mess
Thunder boom from the south is walking through, from you
Reflections starting to fade
Suns gone away to another day 
Shadows seep from the drains that flow beneathe, the streets

Black blades of grass stingin through 
The moon says it’s sorry for what ive been through 
The earth keeps on spinning through passing of storms, it forms  
The tears have all have dried now for years 
Rowing down this puddle I cry to hear 
The sun screaming up from the roots of the earth..it’s birth 

Why can I not feel for a day 
Why can I not surrender to its grace 
Why can I not tell you what’s in my mind 
Why can I not breathe before I die 

Give me your heart, lace it with fear
End these black days. Ends these dark years 


Tell me I’m right, tell me I’m fine
I feel all I know, and it becomes mine 

Im ceasing to know, the person I am 
All I feel is you, all of you I am





Regular lyrics was surrender to its grace, but I’m clearly singing his grace. And struggle with faith, so I am guessing that’s suppose to be

Nøt Feel

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I've been on a dark jazz kick for the last few years and a little bit of that comes through in spots on this album. This one more so than others I think.

Addition By Subtraction

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