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end of the year thoughts and intentions
in a self-release "survivors kit" by @perila
https://perilazone.bandcamp.com/album/survivors-kit

we can’t control what’s happening outside but we can take care of the inside so the outside feels better.

perila – barefeeter

As a response to the war in Ukraine, Janushoved is releasing a relief compilation in order to raise funds for the people of Ukraine.

All proceeds will go directly to support the work of Red Cross inside Ukraine, helping children and their families with relief, food and medical care.

Janushoved no. 146

Croatian Amor - Kites Over Kyiv's Eternal Flame

Posh Isolation is proud to present the new album ”The Last Picture Show” by Vanity Productions.

Over the course of four compositions Vanity Productions unfolds narratives of inner quest and exercises in futility. Grandiose, bleak and obliterate yet sonically rich and vivid, Stadsgaard creates an erratic, unpredictable milieu


Artist: Vanity Productions
Title: “The Last Picture Show”
Label: Posh Isolation
Format: CD + Digital Album
Release date: April 22, 2022
Buy/Preorder: https://vanityproductions-poshisolation.bandcamp.com/album/the-last-picture-show


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| Premiere | Vanity Productions - Topaz | [Posh Isolation]

RELEASE-DATE: 10.10.2025

Our internal affairs agents Florian Martin, Jared Austin, Marcinku & Pete Pellerito have taken on the technoid case.

@florianmartinhh @jared-austin-paradox @marcinku_music @pete-pellerito

Internals EP

Compressor

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COMING SOON: Florian Martin - Compressor

Pirate_Commander

Kiss

Je me prélasse alors,
dans les jardins du mépris

Tranquillement je me balade
détestant chaque seconde

Je suis un être pourrissant,
je ne cueille que des fruits pourris
les meilleurs fruits de mon jardin,
les fruits de mon ignominie

[...]

Je suis logé à bonne enseigne
et je m'endors de mon ennui, 
à la belle étoile
dans les jardins du mépris

Les Jardins Du Mépris

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AWRY001 || Wrong Assessment

Uwe Schmidt has long been recognized as one of electronic music’s most respected and versatile artists. A man of many talents, projects and identities including Atom Heart and Señor Coconut, Uwe’s playfully ironic and acid-tinged Atom™ moniker is perhaps the identity that most speaks to the New York dancefloors where The Bunker makes its home. Several Atom™ releases are much-loved Bunker classics and with the Future Nights 12” Uwe offers a heady experiment in what happens when a track takes you so far inside your own head that you’re in danger of losing your way back.

All three tracks have been getting heavy pre-release workouts in Brooklyn courtesy of The Bunker residents. The A side is comprised of two fuzzy vocal techno tracks that are as fun to listen to as they will be to subject to some heavy tweaking in the hands of a capable DJ. The B side, “Chemistry” is particularly versatile and crazy-making with elements of darker techno stirred into a disorientingly stereophonic maelstrom that’s guaranteed to cause a dancefloor to lose its moorings until the only thing keeping reality from splintering is the track’s dry academic vocal reassuring us that it’s all just chemistry.

Future Nights EP (The Bunker New York 024)

Atom™ - Acidsexmagic

Umfang - Chant

A1 Sharplines - Out Of Control

Domenico Crisci on a raging mission for his Summa Cum Laude label. 
Moving on from his Body Punishment LP with Opal Tapes, he goes hard-in-the-paint with the hardcore attack of Vai, then tempers his enthusiasm in the gravelly slog of Can’t Control, and fully unleashes the beast with the ravishing noize of Electra, and what sounds like F.U.S.E. on a runaway train in I Know You.

Released November 2, 2017 

Mastered by Matt Colton at Alchemy, London. 

Artwork by Mariangela Levita, Shadow.

Bandcamp: https://summacumlaude.bandcamp.com/album/electra

Buy at Bandcamp

Domenico Crisci - Vai

The first installment of Milan-based label AWRY (@awryrecords) comes from the creator and manager himself, @wrongassessment, known for his relevant collaborations with M_REC, Parachute Records, MORD and Clergy.

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Premiere: Wrong Assessment 'SNGRVS' - AWRY

Amirtha Kidambi and Lea Bertucci duo
From the forthcoming END OF SOFTNESS EP on Astral Spirits - Pre-orders available June 5th, 2020.
https://kidambibertucci.bandcamp.com/album/end-of-softness

Destroying Angel

It makes less sense to say that Maths Balance Volumes formed in 2002 than to say that, since that year, they have been collapsing into something, again and again. Just as the three members fell together with no plan or allegiance to any style or genre, each track falls together as the broken pieces of songs and sounds meet to make a temporary and frightening whole. Things make their way into a Maths Balance Volumes song when they don’t or won’t work anymore, when they have escaped their owner, or hidden away where nobody is supposed to find them. When things fall together—when the wooden creaks and radio hisses gather for a minute alongside bass lines and melancholy voice—there is a beauty that sounds like it was made by nobody and for nobody.

The city of Mankato, Minnesota has been the steady gathering point for the band since its beginnings. Mankato had always provided an ominous backdrop: built on stolen Dakota land, the city was the site of the largest mass execution in US history, when 38 Dakota prisoners were hanged on in 1862 in a straightforward act of genocide. But in their music of the past twelve years, Maths Balance Volumes has made music in and of a hometown overshadowed and unsettled by its history, music for a world in which things have never been okay. Traditional American folk genres seep in at times, but never as the incarnation of a living popular culture—only as ghosts or unliving effigies.

A Year Closer tells us already in its title what its theme is: approaching death, time ticking away and getting closer with each track of the record. We are told in the first song that our protective mask isn’t working, warned by the storm clouds and a ticking bedroom clock in “Dark Skies.” We hear fears of death approaching in the sad words exchanged by lovers who see they will run out of time, or already have, as in “We Had Time” or the romantic lament of “When I Drink.” In “Work Last Monday,” all of life passes with cold automatism in an “office apartment,” as a narrator broods over early onset dementia, remembers the details of rituals for respecting the dead, and thinks of how a hole is opening up in reality itself. The singer of “Over the Hill” isn’t apparently afraid of growing older and becoming a “man,” but only leaks a few disjointed details of his plans for disappearing, collapsing, turning into a tree, and finding a home. “Angel of Mercy” tries to resurrect the Christian promise of a life after death, anxiously asking if anyone is up there waiting for us after the oblivion of this world. 

But these are just the moments when A Year Closer speaks in words clear and audible enough to be understood. The giddy, agitated voice of “The Price” speaks only to itself in a private language, hidden away in a tin can somewhere. Musically, A Year Closer is a series of pieces that make symphonies out of separate processes of decay and disappearance: unidentified cracking and creaking objects, broken equipment, and lost melodies that seem to have escaped other songs and wandered into the room looking for a place to hide. These are the moments that the listener of Maths Balance Volumes always knows are coming, waits for, and settles in temporarily for a moment of repose. Maybe this is the meaning of A Year Closer: while waiting for the worst, things come together, a “we” with no name but with a rhythm, a tenuous but definite harmony to share as the clock ticks. Even if, when the lights are turned on, it turns out nobody was there. - Paul Buchholz

Taken from PP48 A Year Closer LP coming soon

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