"Hijx de la máquina 01" es un viaje sonoro que toca los temas de la identidad, disidencia, crítica social y el transhumanismo. El álbum combina elementos del electro pop oscuro que denomina la artista como Industrial pop, tomando de géneros del underground como el EBM y el witch house creando una atmósfera única y personal.

Shame

Hijxs Sin Nombre Ft. Javiera Electra

Modern Animal (DJ Daddy Yonqui - Deconstructed Remix)

Your sky in diamonds
so blue...

You can do everything,
but... you choose pink,
like a seductively painted
cake...

so beautiful...
oh!
and
a happy Hollywood smile

eternal blonde...

and we still...
still succumb...
to your cover...

not realizing
that the Barbie doll

looks
and sees no one...
doesn't cry...
- feels nothing.

inside under the plastic - empty

such beauty will not save this world!

but we still
still are led by the cover...
eternal blonde

we look with delight:

here is Kent and the limousine
at the door
yes
she is Barbie on the outside -
but inside there is nothing...

now...
they are happy
will drive away into the pink sunset. ..
and we will wait for them..
not realizing that
we give them life..
not allowing
them to lie on the shelf with a price tag,

and then we suffer..
and dream..
that this beauty will save
our stupid world

and for now:
eternal blonde - smile!!
you are all - ok!
because we still

still fall in love with your...
cover..

you are so beautiful
ah!

****
твоё небо в алмазах
такое голубое..

ты можешь любой -
но - выбираешь розовый 
как заманчиво раскрашенное
пирожное..

такая красивая ..
ай!
и
голливудская улыбка счастливая

вечная блоонди..

и мы всё ещё — 
всё еще ведёмся..
на твою обложку ..

но барби - кукла: 
смотрит
и никого не видит..
не плачет .. улыбаясь..
-- ничего не чувствуя.
внутри под пластмассой - пусто
....

такая красота не спасёт этот мир

но мы всё ещё 
всё еще ведёмся на обложку..
вечной блоонди

восторженно следим:
вот Кент и лимузин 
у двери
да
она снаружи барби - 
но ничего внутри ..

сейчас..
они счастливые 
уедут в розовый закат. ..
а мы останемся их ждать..
не понимая
что мы
их оживляем..
не позволяя
им на полке с ценником лежать

а потом страдаем.. 
и мечтаем ..
что эта красота спасёт 
наш круглый как
дурак — мир


а пока: 
вечная блондии -- улыбайся !
у тебя всё - о'кей !
ведь мы всё ещё 
всё ещё ведёмся на твою ..
обложку..


ты такая красивая 
ай!
и твоя
улыбка счастливая ..
ты смотришь
ничего не чувствуя...

Barbie

A song about my friend's magic pink panties

Eteryczne Majteczki

On another beautify Saturday afternoon ☀️

RandomGoodSesh

Odyssey (EDM Mix)

single's club

永恒的夏天

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.

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

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Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL1KfW7OFys

"It's a beautiful thing, the Destruction of words. (..) By curtailing frivolous and 'fighting' words, the Party seeks to narrow the range of thought altogether, such that eventually, thoughtcrime will be literally impossible. (...) Every concept that can ever be needed will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten."

Deconstruction of Language

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.

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Psychotic Surge

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