I’m always on the hunt for vintage, psychedelic tracks.
This one — if I had to put it into words — carries a faint trace of the ‘80s. But it’s not about nostalgia.
It’s rooted in my love for dub, layered over breakbeats with a post-rock spirit, and driven by a sharp electronic edge.

It’s like New Order suddenly crashing into a session, and the Bristol crew getting into a brawl right then and there.
Chaotic, yes — but a chaos with intent. Noise with direction.

My music is instrumental. I don’t use vocals.
That doesn’t mean I don’t respect them — on the contrary, I hold vocalists and lyricists in the highest regard.
But the story I want to tell doesn’t need words.
I speak through melodies, I scream through beats, and I question through silence.
That’s my form of storytelling.

I know this track might not be easy to grasp right away.
But if you’re into krautrock, post-rock, alternative, hip-hop, IDM, or experimental electronic music —
you just might find something in it that resonates with you.

I’m Japanese.
And I believe there’s something compelling about how a Japanese mind interprets psychedelic sound.
Maybe not as wildly unhinged as Damo Suzuki’s work with Can,
but this is my own vision of a sonic trip — one that’s more grounded, yet still deeply exploratory.

The result is this track,
ironically named — Classy Slang.

If you give it a listen, I’d be honored.
Come take a journey through my world, told entirely through sound.

The shadow of UK new wave, the depth of roots dub.
Guitar filtered through Tommy Guerrero, broken beats from IDM.
The origin: hip-hop. The destination: undefined.

Progressing like post-rock, sinking into lo-fi.
A quiet homage to New Order, Boards of Canada, and Madlib.


#newwave #postrock #psychedelic #hiphop #idm  
#electronic #dub #rootsdub #lofi #experimental #instrumental #ambient

Classy Slang

Inspired by 19th Century Salon Music of France, Eugene Ketterer's Valse des Fleurs captures the moment.  Maiden de Valois rides a wild carousel, megaphone in hand!

French Stampede

I take the same old, bumpy bus home from work every day. No matter how loud I turn up the music on my headphones, the old vehicle's creaking and creaking can always be heard. So one of my trips home, I recorded and layered in its creaking so you can hear it too. :D

21, to home

Moments in Time

The Dream

https://music-editionsiegfriedgrundmann1.bandcamp.com/album/dephts-of-sound

Depths of Sound

The worst is not certain but it happens sometimes.
Le pire n'est pas certain mais il arrive parfois.

Minimalist piece of music for Quartet and Choir. Created with Session Strings 2 and Sonara (Komplete Suite).
Pièce de musique minimaliste pour Quatuor et Chœur. Réalisé avec Session Strings 2 et Sonara (Komplete suite)

Inclus dans la série  REPETITION
https://on.soundcloud.com/Xg40rCInFLg7JwsBMz

Glow of War

Ready For Liftoff (2025) Remastered

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

How long

Drifting Tide (Remix)

Espaço que há ao lado

In deepest connection:
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Jörg: @joerxworx
Martin: @m_ja

How long

Smiling Grass