nice guitar and bass work.......cool vocals........which give a hint of goth rock!

nice and very trippy...great unique sound!!!

Crept up on me, like the minimalist parts and the “Viking” gang vocal.

I-la-rI (Ilari I. Rantala) - Composed, all instruments, vocals, lyrics, field recordings & drum machine programming.
Artwork and produced by I-la-rI.

© 2021 Ilari I. Rantala. All rights reserved.

It Will End... (Part I)

Chasing The Dream

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Walk(Beat&added live Drum-MasaTot.)

Walk

Introduction in English:

My mother was always a smart woman, endowed with a naturally high intelligence .

Living alone with her sick father, she had to leave school already in the 6th grade and go to work in a factory.

When she later met my academically pre-educated father, she was introduced through him into the circles of the so-called " educated citizens ".

We then often had corresponding "nouveau riche" and "status conceit" parties in our large rented apartment. Here, my mother regularly got to feel the "fine", subtly deeply humiliating difference between the would-be educated and her as a despicably uneducated person.

At the same time, the would-be educated often had a style of communication that I call "trash talk" in this song. They often engaged in name-dropping by mentioning only the names of famous personalities without knowing anything more about their work. When asked more closely, they quickly changed the subject or texted you with some quarter-truth.

My mother, who was plagued by feelings of inferiority, was very intimidated by this, and it made her feel all the more stupid, uninteresting, and not socially acceptable.

At that time I was still too small. But I would have liked to turn back time for my mother's protection and sing this song at the highest volume to all these "trash talkers" standing on our dining room table at that time.

That the topic of "subtle differences" is a timeless one (I bow here to the wonderfully perceptive Pierre Bourdieu in this regard) is shown by the deep rifts that continue to exist between today's self-proclaimed "elite" and the supposed "primitives".

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Trash Talk

Just chat, don't think anymore, dislocate brain, be stupid 
Chattering sideways, never wavering, just no profundity, flatland

They remain one-dimensional, quite gloriously meaningless
The wordplay is all thin and stale, The shallow is all big with them

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk  

Are at many parties with colorful Smarties, with false eyelashes and pout 
No contacts, just meaningless verbal acts, word junk.

They are the heroes of the lazy mind, meaningless in the jelly glow 
Are narrow-minded, cheeky and brazen, persist in the one-legged dance

Come close all books, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult yourselves in the mud talk, It`s time for a nice trash talk 

Have no enemies, no friends either, talk beside, nothing remains 
Leave only grease stains, can`t even bump, get stuck in the approach, nothing drifts 

Except: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)...

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Deutscher Originaltext

Trash Talk

Einfach quatschen, nicht mehr denken, Hirn ausrenken, Dumm sein 
Seitwärts plaudern, niemals zaudern, nur kein Tiefsinn, Flachland

Sie bleiben eindimensional, ganz herrlich bedeutungslos
Der Wortwitz ist ganz dünn und schal, Das Seichte ist bei ihnen ganz groß

Komm schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk  

Sind auf vielen Parties mit bunten Smarties, mit falschen Wimpern und Schmollmund 
Keine Kontakte, nur sinn-entschlackte Verbalakte, Wortschund.

Sie sind die Helden des faulen Geists, nichtssagend im geligen Glanz, 
Sind borniert, vorlaut und dreist, verharren im einbeinigen Tanz

Kommt schließt alle Bücher, welcome to a shallow brain walk
Sult Euch im Schlammreden, It`s Time for a nice Trash Talk 

Haben keine Feinde, auch keine Freunde, reden daneben, nichts bleibt 
Hinterlaßen nur Fettflecken, können nicht mal anecken, bleiben im Ansatz stecken, nichts treibt 

Außer: Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk, Trash Talk (Fad Out)…

Trash Talk

Music by Adolfo Samudio and Alexander Herzfeld
Lyrics and programming by Adolfo Samudio

Alexander Herzfeld - Guitars
Ricardo De León - Bass
Roberto "Toto" Ruíz - Trumpet

A nod to Aldous Huxley, Mike Wallace, and Sam Harris, whose voices I use on this track and whose ideas -- Huxley's and Harris', to be exact -- I mean, nothing against you Mike, but... -- helped inspire it.  I should also credit Desmond Morris for shaping my conception of primitive man and my understanding that we all, at present at least, are still no more than apes.  (Maybe some slightly more evolved than others, eh?)

Check out X.I.T.X.! https://soundcloud.com/user-760232283  (The E.P. posted there is so good, I rack my brains over why it's got so few listens!)

PS.  The story behind the drums on this one and the female vocalist are fun.  They're a nightmare, too, and may be published some day in some book I may write.

Enjoy!  Thanks for listening.
-AS

The Stone
Defenseless
I am naked, at mercy
Nothing
An off-thought of the gods under the stars
At the portal between naught and
Becoming

I took a stone from the ground
It became a weapon in my hand
I conquered it all with that 
Which I found

Fire gave way to a million thunders 
To light 
If ignorance is blindness 
The stone now has sight

Sight gave way to enlightment
True one
I can see further than you ever could 
No flesh
Once ape and stone now
Transhuman
----

The Stone - Arcachata, Reynor And XITX

Introduction in English:

Last year, my wife and me bought a cottage on the Baltic Sea. It was to be something like our retirement home for the next thirty years. 
Unfortunately, this vision has so far been thwarted by our increasingly resentful neighbours. Consideration is a foreign word for them. They let their children play loud basketball as long as they want; they grill foul-smelling meat as long as they want and they party as long as they want. 
If you ask them nicely to be quiet, you will be dismissed with slogans like "We don't give a shit", "Move away if you don't like it" or "We'll do what we like".
In my helplessness and speechlessness over this dissocial stubbornness, I came across an old Beatles song called "Not a Second Time". Of course, it was composed by John Lennon in 1963 in a completely different context.
But its lyrics fit just as well with my desperate and so far largely unheard plea for more neighbourly consideration. - In particular, the lines: "You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ sum up our current plight with these self-centred neighbours.
And as always with covers, my aim is not to get as close as possible to the original, but to transform it into a Karlit-O-Kay sound design.
The picture cover for the song is by German artist Markus Schuke.

Einleitung auf Deutsch:

Letztes Jahr kauften meine Frau und ich an der Ostsee ein Häuschen. Es sollte so etwas wie unser Alters- und Ruhesitz für die nächsten dreißig Jahre werden. 
Leider wurde diese Vision bisher von unseren zunehmend renitenten Nachbarn durchkreuzt. Rücksichtnahme ist für sie ein Fremdwort. Sie lassen ihre Kinder lautstark Basketball spielen, solange die wollen; sie grillen übelriechendes Fleisch, so lange sie wollen und sie machen Party, so lange sie wollen. 
Bittet man sie freundlich um Ruhe, wird man mit Sprüchen wie "Ist uns doch scheißegal", "Ziehen Sie doch weg, wenn es Ihnen nicht paßt" oder "Wir machen, was uns passt" abgefertigt.
In meiner Ohnmacht und Sprachlosigkeit ob dieser dissozialen Dickfelligkeit stieß ich auf einen alten Song der Beatles namens "Not a Second time". Der ist natürlich damals 1963 von John Lennon in einem ganz anderen Zusammenhang komponiert worden.
Seine Textzeilen passen aber ebenso gut zu meinem verzweifelten und bisher weitgehend unerhört gebliebenen Bitten um mehr nachbarschaftliche Rücksichtnahme. – Insbesondere die Zeilen „You're giving me the same old line/ I'm wondering why/You hurt me then/ you're back again/No, no, no, not a second time“ bringen unsere derzeitige Not mit diesen egozentrischen Nachbarn auf den Punkt, 
Und wie stets bei Covern geht es mir nicht darum, dem Original möglichst nahe zu kommen, sondern dieses in ein Karlit-O-Kay- Sounddesign zu transformieren.
Das Bild-Cover zu dem Song stammt von dem deutschen Künstler Markus Schuke.

Not a Second Time

Not A Second Time (Lennon/Mccartney)

Kind of musical irony in a way with a horror theme immersed in a jaunty beat: an unintentional result where so often a song writes itself and you decide not to change it.

Caught up in a War

Hear the words why me
See fiery horizons
Eating up ground are black caterpillars
We’re shrinking near the door
They hardly gave a reason
Sleeping is acid raw
Forever is the ceiling

Cause everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering 
We’re caught up in a war

Thinkin’ bout religion
The randomness of Gods
What’s it about us that’s undeserving?
We’re watching on the news
The march of our dementors
We’re lying close and squeezing
Neath fragility of walls

And everything we made 
Will be shattered by the day of reckoning
All the icons of love 
Will be broken on the grass just weathering
We’re caught up in a war

If we could turn back time to days of peace and laughter

CAUGHT UP IN A WAR

Solar eclipse

The 2nd single of our upcoming album, Tales from the Lost World!
Check out the Music Video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uwxwXrZrbk
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Piano & Keys
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)

© 2023 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

Hush Now Babe (It Will Fade)

Hello friends! This is a newly recorded version of our first song, Race Against Death. We have been filming an indie movie called Escape from Varissuo (2023: Pako Varissuolta in Finnish) and it will be released very soon. This piece will be the theme song of the upcoming movie. Enjoy the sounds! 
Ilari I. (I-la-rI) Rantala - Lead vocals, lyrics & bass guitar
Olli Lehtonen - Guitars, keys & synths, harmony vocals, lyrics and percussion sampling.
Composed by A/D
Produced by Olli Lehtonen
Cover art by I-la-rI
© 2024 A/D. All rights reserved.

Race Against Death (Theme from Escape from Varissuo)

Third and last single from our upcoming album, Tales from the Lost World. Check out the music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UxA7sE7rRNk
llari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) - Vocals, Bass Guitar & Lyrics
Kari Karhumaa - Synths, Keys & Drum Machine Programming
Composed by SÿntaxxËrror.
Produced by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI)
Art & Logo by Ilari I. Rantala (I-la-rI) and based on pictures by Vesa Pietarinen. 

© 2024 SÿntaxxËrror. All rights reserved.

Ancient Town

Project I-la-rI is a one-man experimental music project from Turku, Finland. The tunes are all original pieces composed by Ilari I. Rantala. The project began in 2015.

Hello my friends and welcome to my cloud! I play all the instruments in my music (unless noted otherwise in the song), sing, write the lyrics and deal with the aftermath myself. The tracks are recorded and produced with minimal equipment in my home, other places that are qualified as homes and in the field with a portable recorder. 

Enjoy the sounds!

Music, lyrics & artwork ©Ilari I. Rantala
Other artwork & logo ©Niklas Rantala

The links below lead to the SC pages of the different bands I currently play in/contribute to. Check it out!

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