GALAXY SHOWER is J. Augustus first release of 2021. A five track dnb EP that bounces and rides the vibes. 

art by: robbsdesigns.com...

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Additional release info: 
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings
ARTIST: J. Augustus
TITLE: Galaxy Shower
GENRES: Drum & Bass, Neuro
CAT: QZR006
RELEASE DATE: 2021-07-30
TRACKS: 5

Check out other tracks on this release:
1.) J. Augustus - Cap City / Bat City
2.) J. Augustus - Galaxy Shower
3.) J. Augustus - That Be That
4.) J. Augustus - Time For Space
5.) J. Augustus - Pre Contemp

J. Augustus - That Be That

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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:
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J. Augustus - Welcome To Church My Friend

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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:
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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:
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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:
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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:
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J. Augustus - Sexy As A Son Of A Bitch

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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:
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J. Augustus - Stunted Growth

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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:
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https://www.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
https://www.facebook.com/thejaugustus/
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J. Augustus - Warrior Play

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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/
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J. Augustus - 90s Shocking

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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...

------------------------------------------------
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/
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J. Augustus - A Beat Clark

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

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...

------------------------------------------------
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.instagram.com/the_J.Augustus/
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J. Augustus - Who You?

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

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.

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QZR001 J. Augustus - Oh Sh*t (J. Augustus)

ARTIST: J.AUGUSTUS
CAT#: QZR005
GENRE: DRUM AND BASS
RELEASE DATE: 10.21.2020

J. Augustus drops the EP that almost didn't make it, BURST, his follow up to his hot 2020 single, "Hallucinations," also released on his Imprint, QUAZISCIENCE.

The title BURST came by its name honestly when all of the songs were lost to an external USB drive holding the project bursting, truly. Let it be known all tunes are mixed and mastered as best as they could be...

and they sound great thanks to the ear and talent of Lily Unsub.

The EP starts with "No Blinks," a tune that comes from the depths with a very beautiful vibe, some filthy bass, and melodies that are quite unexpected from J. Augustus's previous releases.

"No Blinks" is followed by "Drum and Hop" that sets the tone with a heavy-hitting high energy dancefloor banger that gets right to it straight from the beginning.

"Telegraphic Future" was inspired by Particle and his minimal yet deep sound on Kasra's imprint, Critical Music. 

"Can't Afford It," is the contrast and shows the range J. Augustus has in his knapsack of productions, it's simple and slides into your mind like a reverberated dream.

On the nastier side, "SHAME / Deserved It" bangs with a relentless gritty bass and glitch FX to close out this body of work. 

Burst LP was lost forever...or so he thought. Alas, it is not and it is yet another solid release by the Stateside producer. 

Listen, buy, and enjoy!...


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Additional release info: 
LABEL: Quaziscience Recordings
ARTIST: J. Augustus
TITLE: BURST EP
GENRES: Drum & Bass, Minimal DNB
CAT: QZR005
RELEASE DATE: 2020-10-21
TRACKS: 5

Check out other tracks on this release:
1.) J. Augustus - NO BLINKS
2.) J. Augustus - DRUM and HOP
3.) J. Augustus - TELEGRAPHIC FUTURE
4.) J. Augustus - CANT AFFORD IT
5.) J. Augustus - SHAME DESERVED


J. Augustus - NO BLINKS

J. Augustus - SHAME DESERVED

Quaziscience Recordings is an Austin Texas based Drum and Bass / Hip Hop label owned and operated by J. Augustus. for submissions: quaziscience@gmail.com 

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