Ambient Flow

Sonar Acid Wolve - Hauntology 6 (Demo)

Rhytm for underwater swimming

Bounded To Itself

same song new day - raccoons in the brain pan

armadillo

Can digital isolation carry a spiritual rhythm?
ZoomLock blends sufi dub grooves, world fusion textures, and ambient soundscapes —
a sonic journey through stillness, trance, and inner movement.

ZoomLock

butterfly in amber

my guests are:
coffee beans being shaken
coffee machine grinding coffee beans
(coffee beans did not cry)
coffee machine preparing coffee
coffee machine pouring coffee
milk being steamed
latte art

can coffee machine and coffee beans make music?

Hello & thank you for checking out Emergence

Music video is here:
https://youtu.be/gydlz4ddQzk

Lyrics

Emergence, one consciousness leant
Merged, no imitation meant
Emergence, one consciousness leant
Intention sent

What do we see?
How do we do?
Resurgence like Sea
Deliver that proof
Pure positivity
Cation of conscionable use
What do we see?
How do we do?

Self control be mindset of the soul
The Spirits come clean
Good neurodiagram unfolds

Emergence, one consciousness leant
Merged, no imitation meant, Intention sent
Be Real, Be Love, Be Now
Be Water, Be life, See how

Emergence, Cationed ionization of sense
Emerged, no limitation of tense. Presence
Be Water, Be Life, See how
Be Real, Be Love, Be Now

Resurgence - Neurodivergent
Stringed theory notions - Soulful lotions
Moisturize your mind - Make real human kind
This we find when now and forever holds one timeline

Oh self control be mindset of the soul
Good Spirits come clean
Good neurodiagram unfolds
Yeah!

What do we see?
How do we do?
Be free


Emergence. Our humanity. Humans being humane... It's actually quite a selfish term when you reflect on what we mean for evolution up to this point. We are the first known beings that can reason their full existence and we have become that destroyer of natural selection from before we existed even though we have the ability to reflect on the importance of all those niches to the system itself.

This is very dangerous as we are not only affecting the climate but it looks like the balanced web of life that has built up slowly through billions of years allowing humans exist.

Gaia theory suggest that harmony and connection with everything is the way forward. We do this through endeavouring to understand this place properly and appreciation for everything. I believe in connecting with everything neuroplasticity can take over and rewire our brains to the system and a path on the greater good for all life. We need this to emerge collectively for it to flourish and become that positive beacon the present and future needs... The signs are there and we are analogies for the larger system. Just like a fake human forest is comparable but has no where near the strength of one that took millions of years and started as an amoeba... Don't insult the idea of the greater good being some confusing God wrapped thing you don't have to worry about being an atheist or agnostic. It's the greater good for a snail or you or a blade of grass and has nothing to do with anything we don't understand now.

Sending Love, Light and all good intentions to everyone.

From Sarah and Carl

One Fresh Start

Emergence

/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
/
— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
........4'000 characters.. there's more to it, sorry....

/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

Odyssey begins - Age of Melancholy Incoming // The Last Custodians of the Old Music

The elevator never arrives

Rege - You Remind Me For Someone

Telepathy

originally released february 2nd 2024, now on soundcloud (august 2025)

https://countrysideraveartprojectrecords.bandcamp.com/album/ossidi

For our first tape, the Icon of Sin presents to you 8 post-industrial society techno-electro tracks perfect for the Neo-Feudalist workhouse!

Undoubtably our bleakest release yet, they’ll really get you going (to work past a reasonable retirement age) in their grim and grey grooves, baby!

Futuristic and technologically led past the point of return, drowning in a muddy ancient river; the album conjures a world of firing pistons, frightened people and automated production lines.
The downtempo doomsday soundscapes are at once Detroit Electro, London Hardcore, Norwegian Black Metal and (dare I say it) Berlin Techno.

Here's a blurb from the icon himself:

“I wrote this album over a short period of time (about one week) in 2021. At the time I was living in Hackney central, in a relatively small and cold flat next to the loud Mare Street. I was going through a particularly dark and hopeless period of time due to isolation and post lockdown depression.
The windows of the flat were paper thin, vibrating loudly, too often. I had a lots of sleepless nights, which resulted in this record. I worked in a bottling line at the time, the industrial and repetitive, almost dehumanising environment definitely influenced this album.

The music was written fully on my Octatrack (apart for the track “Benders” which was performed with my modular rack). Everything has been recorded in one take as it comes out from the machine, with minimal mixing and mastering and no post production.
The sonic palette features a couple eurorack modules, sampling from Italian television and whatnot; but most importantly a lot of field recording of machineries I found in the factory I was working at, as well as random captures of environments around me - including Hackney’s busy streets - all mangled and arranged in the Octatrack.

Enjoy!” - Matteo, 2024

C.R.A.P.013/C.R.A.P T.001 
credits
released February 2, 2024

The Icon of Sin - Bottom of the Sea

jumpstyle.mp3 (slowed)

Guitarist, Composer and Producer...
Hi - Fi Sound Farmer
Booking : jeptusuido@proton.me

Music producer from the dirty south of Germany. Searching for a label.If you like what you hear, get in contact. I am using hardware and software. For the love of music in all its forms. "SAN and the last outpost" is a D.I.Y. project. Also get in contact, if you're interested in collaborations.

armadillo

SAN and the last outpost

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