The internet confuses me. The intranet too...
Amidst screens, so many screens, this album is a journey through magnified, mirrored universes, where the hyperreal surrounds us. We are haunted by magnetic noise, while multiverse plots and virtualized Renaissance paintings (or “Nazi paintings”) vie for our attention.
In this complex landscape, we find ourselves in an open field where 10,000 beings incessantly discuss points, flaws, races, knots. The confusion is such that often only emptiness remains, invading solitude, questioning: Which one will I be?
This is the search for a route. The path is short, hurried with calm, avoiding noise and reevaluating positions. The pen moves quietly to find meaning, even when only zero remains.
The album proposes retracing routes and paths: from digital to parchment, in an attempt to keep proportions and reevaluate positions and find the soul among what is subtext, spatial note. An exploration of the noble human, the poor nightcloth in times of resounding atrocious words and damp weights and measures.

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Pontos, Raças, Falhas, Nós

Psychotic Surge: An Anti-Musical Cartography

Between Rio de Janeiro's humid nights and the Bay Area's electric fog emerges a sonic territory that refuses naming. Psychotic Surge inhabits the threshold where structured rhythm dissolves into controlled chaos, where the predictable becomes uncanny. Here, experimental improvisations capture fleeting auras—each recording a unique fingerprint of temporal collapse, where early acid techno memories bleed into orchestral synthetic dreams, noise becomes prayer, and minimal compass constraints birth maximal expression.|

This is not music seeking approval but sound demanding participation. Like thought before language, these compositions exist in the space between intention and accident, where repetition becomes difference and structure emerges from its own undoing. The project traces a geography of becoming—each track a deterritorialized moment where voices merge with synthesizers not to communicate but to invoke presence itself. Concrete-musique fragments scatter across avant-garde landscapes, creating soundscapes that remember futures and anticipate pasts.

Listen not to understand but to inhabit. Each track opens a clearing where being precedes meaning, where the ear becomes an organ of ontological investigation. Enter these sound-worlds as you would enter memory—sideways, vulnerable, ready to be transformed. The psychotic surge event is not performance but ritual participation in the moment's aura, an invitation to dissolve the boundary between listener and listened. Here, in the grey area where music questions its own existence, you're called to witness sound's capacity to reveal what language conceals—the raw pulse of existence before it learns to speak. Engage these recordings as maps to territories that exist only in their crossing, where each listen births a new geography of sensation.