Stream/download at: https://lbl.gr/lbJyfi // Started in 2017 with a creative suggestion from his then-manager RUN DMT, Justin Augustus Fay, also known as J. Augustus aka Saint Jae, completed the project in 2021 and is now releasing his first non-drum and bass release on his imprint Quaziscience Recordings XX catalog line.

J. Augustus has created a masterful 7-song audio biography titled TUNED IN, and he has raised the bar to unimaginable heights. TUNED IN reveals J's ambitions for the future, and it's not all drum and bass, as so many people associate J. with.

In a recent interview with BLANG from Bell Ringer Records Podcast J. gave some insight, "Starting this record label was never just about DnB. I've been producing hip hop for longer and both genres are equal parts of who I am and after many drum and bass releases, I figured I'd show what I'm best at and surprise everyone with the drop of TUNED IN".

The EP's first track, "PHAT", has a nonquantized intro that is seductive and feels intoxicating, with the breaks percussive swing serving as the focal point. Imagine DJ Krush "4109" meets Damion Marley "Welcome To Jam Rock". With the horns and musical accompaniment reverbed into a massive space sitting over a gritty, unforgiving drum that you must carefully nod your head to. To top it off, the low end is super booming, with the sub-jumping octaves with the trumpets. Put your trust in J. to bring the noise to nod your head to. "PHAT" quickly establishes the epic beat-maker vibe that will take you on his journey.

"SPOOK TIGHT" arrives just in time for the fall season. With its eerie vocal pads and Halloween vibes, J creates a truly spooky atmosphere with deeply versed fx that seem to drip down from above onto a squashed and compressed drum break reminiscent of the early days of hip hop. Sharp piano keys and a solid overdriven upright bass complement a throwback vibe and show deep respect to the producers that came before him. 

"CHILDREN'S CHOIR" appears to be a focal point of the EP's shift in direction, as it features an automated and gated choir that is fully verbed and kept beautifully as an acapella. Throughout the tune's deep 808 bass hits, the theme is a heavenly choir pad of glorious children's voices. It feels like magic as this song seems to keep rising onward and upward to a place unexpected by the vocal in the next song.

"SO DEE" introduces you to the voice of J. Augustus himself as you hear, "So you want me to rap?", then another voice replies, "Can you rap with that?". Here we see the comical side of J. Augustus and his use of a mandolin lead and a kazoo stab versed and delayed to fade into the depths of the song. Clean subs round out the witty dialog back and forth as it works into the title track, "Simple Plan".

"Tuned In" seems to be the purpose and peak up to this point of the EP. We can hear his musicality with his instrumentation and vocals, all of which push the message of remaining peaceful and loving towards one another. This tune feels like love as the horns and pads all come together to form "a breeze" as J. encourages everyone to "keep it easy and stay breezy". 

"OK!" feels like the washing away of everything that is holding us back. A distant beautiful voice is held back by clever use of white noise and filtering. As the filters turn off the immense power and vibes of rebirth, this composition rises from the ashes like a Phoenix. It truly conveys to the listener that everything will be as stated in the title... "OK!"

To recap the body of work, "XAN XAN," a floaty gem of minimal trip-hop, is meant to show that perhaps the anxiety J. has dealt with his entire life can be washed away. "Xan XAN" is J. Augustus' formula for purging the soul of anxiousness and static.

Listen, buy and enjoy! ￼...

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Additional release info: 
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings
ARTIST: J. Augustus
TITLE: Tuned In
GENRES: Downtempo, Instrumental Hip-Hop
CAT: QZRXX002
RELEASE DATE: 2021-11-30
TRACKS: 7

Check out other tracks on this release:
1.) J. Augustus - PHAT
2.) J. Augustus - SPOOK TIGHT
3.) J. Augustus - Childrens Choir
4.) J. Augustus - YOU DEE
5.) J. Augustus - TUNED IN
6.) J. Augustus - OK!
7.) J. Augustus - XAN XAN

J. Augustus - TUNED IN

J. Augustus - OK!

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: Welcome To Church My Friend
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

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J. Augustus - Welcome To Church My Friend

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: Bluesman Beater
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

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J. Augustus - Bluesman Beater

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TRACK: Rain Stormer
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

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J. Augustus - Rain Stormer

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TRACK: Sexy Shleeper
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

Follow Quaziscience Recordings:
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J. Augustus - Sexy Shleeper

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TRACK: Sexy As A Son Of A Bitch
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

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J. Augustus - Sexy As A Son Of A Bitch

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: Stunted Growth
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

Follow Quaziscience Recordings:
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J. Augustus - Stunted Growth

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: Warrior Play
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

Follow Quaziscience Recordings:
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J. Augustus - Warrior Play

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: 90s Shocking
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

------------------------------------------------
Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
https://soundcloud.com/jaugustusofficial
https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

Follow Quaziscience Recordings:
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J. Augustus - 90s Shocking

Available everywhere: https://lbl.gr/90lCvZ

TRACK: A Beat Clark
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

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Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

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TRACK: Who You?
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

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Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

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J. Augustus - Who You?

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TRACK: Who Done It
ALBUM TITLE: My Studio Space Vol. 1 (QZR007)
RELEASE DATE: 2022-05-20
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings

My Studio Space - The Iris Terminal

Eyes open. The blur begins to focus into the red, yellow and blue hues of the neon lights just above his head. Awake, again. Alone. Again. He sits up, reaches for his spaceflight suit and pulls it on as he walks past the ceiling high windows of the old space station. 

There hasn't been an event in years. Why do I need to even be here. The corridor turns and he approaches the dim lights of the kitchenette. As he takes a moment to breath in the dull familiarity the panel next to him clicks. The smell of warm coffee permeates the air as it swings open. He grabs the still steaming cup inside and pushes the panel back in place. 

He sips at the rim, too hot, and peers out at the colorless void behind the triple layered glass. It always unnerved him, despite the mathematics of it, that there was less than 12 inches of glass between him and the death vacuum of a cold, desolate, never ending nothingness. It reminded him of home, where all things artistic and beautiful had long since been outlawed. The abolishment of the Spectrum, pulling the life out of living. At least here there was color.

He opens another panel, grabs a blue makeshift umbrella and continues on his routine. 347 steps. No more, no less. The windows turn to wiring and panels, buzzing lights and a still dripping water pipe... the umbrella proving as useful as always. 

I should probably figure out how to fix that. Or at least recycle the organics. He rounds the corner and shuffles down the stairs towards a heavy set door. He pulls out a small keycard with MCM branded across it, a line scratched across it. Checking over his should he swipes the card and quickly enters the room, slamming it shut behind him. The sanctuary. A purple soft glow envelops the room, vibrant keyboards and slow blinking lights, screens streaming meteorological readouts and analysis data in a multitude of colors. His favorite chair, The Captain's Chair, waiting for him like his secret lover. With a sigh of relief, he falls back into it, spinning around a few times, a wry smile biting at his lips. 

My Home. My Studio Space...

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Album Art : Robb Swanlund 

Robb Swanlund is a visual artist working in both digital and hands-on drawing methods. As an award winning artist, Swanlund's imagery confronts spirituality and human experiences involving mental health.Swanlund's unique line quality in his artwork and passion for visual and written storytelling have unfolded in the pages of published sketchbooks, large illustrated series, and freelance commissions.

Follow J. Augustus:
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https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
https://twitter.com/theJAugustus

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