Chillsynth Automnale 2024

Better Times

Eclipse : A Girlfriend Records Compilation, available now : https://girlfriendrecords.bandcamp.com/album/eclipse-a-girlfriend-records-compilation

Wings

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Idk why sundays make me feel like releasing music. So i sat down to finish this today :)

Glowing

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

Keep It Moving

Digital Campfire

I Want To Know (Extended)

fade

This song was inspired by the Large Hadron Collider (LHC), hence the name of the track. This song has some potent, cosmic vibes in it. I hope you enjoy this song! ❤️

https://prophylaxis2077.bandcamp.com/track/particle-detector

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Artwork was created by me :)

Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Prophylaxis

Particle Detector

Pattern Recognition

This is my take on one of delorra demo songs i was really looking forward to him releasing it but it's been around 4 - 5 years since this demo was posted so i decided to give it a finish hope you enjoy 
p.s. I wish he could finish it anyway and release it but I am glad with my outcome. <3

Delorra - demo.63.778 (Pink Flam Edit/Finish)

Tacking the Sand**

*Tacking the Sand* is a high-energy, psychedelic dance album built for endless nights on the floor. Inspired by the image of a sailboat racing so close to the limit that its keel touches the sand, the record captures the adrenaline rush of risk, the euphoria of speed, and the hypnotic power of music that never lets go.

With **driving beats, spiraling synths, and mind-bending layers of sound**, each track pushes higher and harder, like waves that refuse to break. The album is pure momentum: vibrant, trippy, and unstoppable — a soundtrack for those who love to dance at the edge of chaos.

*Tacking the Sand* is not just a record. It’s a ride beyond the limit.


Tacking the Sand**

*Tacking the Sand* es un álbum de dance psicodélico y explosivo, creado para noches infinitas en la pista. Inspirado en la imagen de un velero en regata que vira tan al límite que su quilla toca la arena, el disco transmite la **adrenalina del riesgo, la euforia de la velocidad y la fuerza hipnótica de una música que no suelta nunca**.

Con **beats intensos, sintetizadores en espiral y capas sonoras alucinantes**, cada track sube más alto y más fuerte, como olas que nunca se detienen. El álbum es puro movimiento: vibrante, lisérgico e imparable — una banda sonora para quienes bailan al filo del caos.

*Tacking the Sand* no es solo un disco. Es un viaje más allá del límite.




Velvet Interlude

Kaleva audio - Buoyant

Stardust Whisper

https://hellometeor.bandcamp.com/album/eventide

Ever

Taken from Jordan F's fourth album "Memory Collision".

CREDITS:
Written, produced and mixed by Jordan Faeghi
Mastered by Ben Feggans at Studios 301
Design by Overglow

Polythought

Enjoy the playlist made in northern Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer

New playlist the first day of the season assembling titles released during this time of year



*Disclamer*
Playlists are only curated according to my personal taste and appreciation of what is chillsynth. Obviously non exhaustive.
Titles are not sorted in any specific way.

Artwork: Paul Yves Camille

Hi, I’m St.Cliche. 

I started making music as a hobby, just exploring sounds with synthesizers and samplers. For me, it’s always been about chasing the feeling I get when experimenting following a sound or idea to see where it leads. I don’t go into making a track with a clear plan usually I just enjoy the process and the surprises along the way.

A lot of my inspiration comes from the chaos and imperfections of older media: the way tapes degrade, the grit in old recordings, the texture that comes from things breaking down over time. Those flaws give the music character, and I like weaving that same sense of imperfection into what I create.

At the end of the day, I make music because it’s fun. It keeps me curious and gives me the space to keep exploring.

Pattern Recognition

St.Cliche

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