Undeclared War - Ακήρυκτος Πόλεμος

Breakbeat (2025) Remastered

When the authentic self seeks to create an environment set apart from the all pervasive false reality and narratives of these distorted times, it must do so without foundation or context, upon a tabula rasa, an arte povera, from nothing, and how better than through joyful aimless play with no intention other than to create and exist within the moment, through art and music and dance, away from symbols and language and meaning, away from expectation or reception, a creator with no audience or consumer, for the simple  fun of it. And it must be fun; if working hard and making effort are key to success or gaining respect then neither success or respect are important, one need not pass beyond gatekeepers for something as worthless as approval. There are no bad paintings. Want for nothing other than to know the people sing even if you hate their song. Smile at their terrible dancing, then dance yourself.

SQRIA is like all my other recordings in that it is made live only with small cheap synth boxes (Korg Volca (Sample1, FM1, Modular, Kick), Korg NTS1, Korg SQ1, Bastl Kastle (1.5, Drum and ARP)) - no daw or complex programming - just some forethought/intention and the generation of a suitable playspace - then recording what happens as I move things about. SQRIA is different in that each track is originally hours long and then edited down to something near 20 minutes.

C/ Authenticity Then Trust

The bassline says Boo the rhythm repies Wap. The sound that accompanies a night ride nicely. 

The Big BooWap

This is my first attempt at techno.  Hope you enjoy!

What Tomorrow Will Bring

Forever

A Huge Thank You to my dear collaborator Frans Beelaard. I had send him this song in my version and it came back like this… :)
He played a bass line, 2 guitars, one lead and one rhythm. Also included is an acoustic drum track with 22" Zildjian ride & crash cymbals & tambourine and an acoustic piano track.
On top of that he also mixed and mastered the whole thing.
A great honor and pleasure for me.

The lines (edited, translated, modified, revised, retranslated, reedited…) originally derived from verse shards by two German poets: 
Stefan George (1868-1933), „Albagal“, 1892 and 
Durs Grünbein (born 1962), “Porzellan: Poem vom Untergang meiner Stadt“, 2006 and „Bericht von der Ermordung des Heliogabal durch seine Leibgarde“, 1999
I glued these verse shards together with a refrain.

During my research on porcelain I came along Kin Tsugi, a Japanese form of art, putting broken porcelain back together again. The picture shows such a piece.

Smashed Porcelain

1
Descend once more into the air-raid shelter. 
Observe:
Your ancestors, crowded together, in their final attire,

Comrades, hostages to mass hysteria,
How they curse, sob, 
Just moments ago uninhibited,
When the Führer arrived in the Mercedes of the Messiah.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Man…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

2
Oh, I’m descending a marble staircase.
A headless body lies in the middle. Once again.
There, the blood of my dear brother seeps out.
I gently gather up my purple train.

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?

3
Oh, oh, ohh…
Only 
Caesar didn't care ´bout anything. 
As he watched with glee 
When Rome sank to ruins 
Like a tourist from overseas…

How long ago was that, you ask ?
Well…
How long ago was that, you ask ?


4
Why complain, latecomer ? 
The city long gone before you were there 
Ahh, those teary eyes - 
They’re different from grey hair-air-air…

How long ago was that, you ask ? 
Gee…
How long ago was that, you ask ?
Oh folks, I can't say.						

The only Word
For „Gone Forever“
Is „Today“.

Smashed Porcelain (wt Frans Beelaard)

Heartbreaker

Thracian Myth - Θρακικός Μύθος

The Earth Love

The Forgotten Hat (Remix)

Metropolis

Qarenthe.

Live Improvised Abstract Electronic Sandbox Audio / Falmouth Cornwall