madness.

Female Vocals done by my girlfriend
All Music, lyrics and production done by this guy.

Tell me again just what you mean
When you're being so fucking mean
Tell me again it's warranted
You're full of shit I didn't do anything
Come on now yell again
Show me how your such a Man
Treat me like a piece of shit 
Watch it crumble the end of it

All of it gone 
Leaving you frowning alone
Why must you break up our home
Break up our home

Why did you have to break up our home 
Why
Why did you have to break up our home
Why

Tell me again how I'm the worst
Yelling in vain screaming in curse
Tell me again how you're so perfect
With a halo on your head 
Your wings are burnt
You don't see it  
You don't have a clue
I'm not the problem
The problem is you
We used to have magic
We fell under the spell
The fairytales over
Welcome to Hell

All of it gone 
Leaving you frowning alone
Why must you break up our home
Break up our home

Why did you have to break up our home 
Why
Why did you have to break up our home
Why

Hit the ground

Naryech

Narypul

Φ dɝspɝrat¡ōn k¡ll sw¡tch Φ (relentless mix)

Dozage

Tech Metal

Shaaa

The glorious 7th heard from the apartment downstairs with drums and twang guitar

Muffler Shop disquiet0634

sound art for disquiet0634

The base layer is O Pastor Animarum by Hildegard von Bingen.

I recorded it with contact mics on a precariously balanced sound sculpture.
I liked the effect so much that I added a few more layers, but with short blasts of me skipping through tracks by different composers. Tracks included Mozart’s Requiem, Arvo Part’s Tabula Rasa and the Phillip Glass track The Grid from Koyaanisqatsi; which, along with the grid like elements of the sound sculpture, inspired part of the track title. Hildegard’s religious visions are also an inspiration.

Grid hallucinations are simple geometric shapes that are identified as occuring at the inital stages of trance or other altered states.

The image I used for the track is a watercolour I made while listening back to it and thinking about the sound travelling through the sculpture.

No effects just some EQing.

More on the 634th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Bust a Move — The Assignment: Record a piece of music on top of a muffled recording of a piece of classical music — at https://disquiet.com/0634/

grid hallucination (disquiet 0634)

Original Track by :
https://soundcloud.com/noirmoderne/noir-blanc-brut

From The Album:
https://soundcloud.com/noirmoderne/sets/artefact-760589143

Noir Moderne - Noir Blanc Brut (Senglar 2nd Brut Remix)

During the late 90s to early 00s, I had taken piano lessons. One of the pieces I played were the Three Fantastic Dances by Dimity Shostakovich. This is a recording of the Waltz – Andantino, C major (it took me months to learn and some MIDI note editing to get there).

I used a bluetooth speaker, wrapped it in a muff, put a big cushion over it as if I were to choke it and recorded that. This instantly removed all higher frequencies. Everything below 1200 Hz is from the muffled recording with some Unfiltered Audio SpecOps treatment. The higher frequencies are from the original recording, with al little help from Unfiltered Audio Silo. In the mastering chain, there's a speaker simulation, which bandpasses the frequencies again to give it a nice, cheap feeling. 
_______________________________________________________________

Disquiet Junto Project 0634: Bust a Move
The Assignment: Record a piece of music on top of a muffled recording of a piece of classical music.

Step 1: Locate a public domain recording of a piece of classical music, perhaps at archive.org.

Step 2: In some manner, muffle the original until it sounds like it is being heard from underground or through a thick wall. Perhaps run it through a low-pass filter. Or actually record it through a thick wall.

Step 3: Listen closely to what remains of the recording after Step 2.

Step 4: Record a piece of music on top of the audio that resulted from Step 2, leaving that foundation audible to some degree.

Tasks Upon Completion:

Label: Include “disquiet0634” (no spaces/quotes) in the name of your track.

Upload: Post your track to a public account (SoundCloud preferred but by no means required). It’s best to focus on one track, but if you post more than one, clarify which is the “main” rendition.

Share: Post your track and a description explanation at https://llllllll.co/t/disquiet-junto-project-0634-bust-a-move/

Discuss: Listen to and comment on the other tracks.

Additional Details:

Length: The length is up to you. Optimally, it will be exactly the same length as the source audio.

Deadline: Monday, February 26, 2024, 11:59pm (that is: just before midnight) wherever you are.

About: https://disquiet.com/junto/

Newsletter: https://juntoletter.disquiet.com/

License: It’s preferred (but not required) to set your track as downloadable and allowing for attributed remixing (i.e., an attribution Creative Commons license).

Please Include When Posting Your Track:

More on the 634th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Bust a Move — The Assignment: Record a piece of music on top of a muffled recording of a piece of classical music — at https://disquiet.com/0634/

Mufftakovich [disquiet0634]

This is my submission for this week's Disquiet Junto assignment.

More on the 634th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Bust a Move — The Assignment: Record a piece of music on top of a muffled recording of a piece of classical music — at https://disquiet.com/0634/

Rudra Vina [disquiet0634]

LOOPDIGGERS SUNDAY ROULETTE N°147

Much like the pain experienced when you finally give into that desperately needed sleep, or the extreme nausea when you force feed your self to allay the end of the world, cigarettes hurt me as they help me. They bring about the chemical knowledge that my unfettered schizophrenia will soon ebb, giving way to a somewhat more reasonable self. But, do I deserve such a reprieve? Can my lungs hack the pain? Have I traded any of my soul against it? I usually battle for a good while before giving in, snatching at the pack, invariable breaking the first one, or lighting the filter. But, now with slightly blurred vision, I can resume the regularly scheduled mental battery I subject myself to. I’ve always believed that when it got too bad, I would end the game, but with this level of hallucination, I wonder, would I scare my self out of it, and just lay, arched in pain, and scream until I stroke? Sometimes I long to be one of those clumsy, brutish, twelve-pack boys - self confident to a flaw, beating thier way through life with nary a care. Men completely unaware that just within reach is another world, one of over education, over analyzation, deep contemplation and well, debilitating panic. But a meathead I’m not. No, when I abuse the people around me it's cleverly disguised in a cloud of self righteous indignation, as if those other than myself are just too stupid to see why I’m right. Such attacks are engineered on the fly, with veteran accuracy, impenetrable logic, and lies manufactured with a certainty that only a mad man could conjure - because mad, I’ve come to realize, is what I am. stark, raving, mad. But, with what elegance I display my facade. A gleaming image of a genius, kept back by the injustices of the world, the idiocy of my comrades and the sole knowledge of the perfect way. Control freak? Ego maniac? Perhaps, but with out a doubt, I’m always right. Yes, one more cigarette and I’ll be on top of the world again, razor sharp senses dulled to a slight grin, and eventually, if I make it there, a few beers might knock me out. But first I’ll have to crawl around on my hands and knees looking for the burning toast smell, and what is that fucking sound, anyway?

UNGLUED CONFESSIONS (LOOPDIGGERS SUNDAY ROULETTE N°147)

Muffled Sonata in A minor, Andante, by Georg Philipp Telemann, overlaid with a slightly sinister orchestra of Baby Audio Atoms, TAL Sampler, and Arturia Pigments.
--
More on the 634th weekly Disquiet Junto project, Bust a Move — The Assignment: Record a piece of music on top of a muffled recording of a piece of classical music — at https://disquiet.com/0634/

on telemann (disquiet0634)

собачий lie-не оставляй меня (balbeesssss remix)

Composition inspired by haiku by Takahama Kyoshi

A distant mountain
Seen in the sunlight:
A desolate field

In The Sunlight

In The Sunlight - (naviarhaiku529)

SIX SEVEN

typical white brutality
Φ ¡ndustr¡al tɝchnō-funk Φ 
i like my music to sound like it's being played loudly on a cassette in a boom box in 1983.
+++ my playl¡sts cōnta¡n ōnly ¡ndepɝndɝnt art¡sts = thɝ bɝst tracks ōf my fɝɝd

собачий lie-не оставляй меня (balbeesssss remix)

balbeesssss

Recent comments

gdespryatal

Related tracks