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Waves of Now

Spirals of Yearning

Spirals of Desire

The title of this album is derived from the concept of poetry according to William Wordsworth, who described it as nothing more than an "emotion recollected in tranquility." Tinkling, soft, vibrant sounds and granular synthesis predominate the compositions in "recollected in tranquility". Together with field recordings captured in nature, these sounds weave serene and meditative soundscapes. The author's intent is to transport the listener to a state of utmost peace while captivating their ear with a tapestry of pulsating and organic sounds. The tunes and tones unfolding in these seven tracks paint an imagery of a delicate blossoming of springtime and whisper of floral nostalgia.

Written, produced and mastered by Andrea Morana 
Artwork by George Korunov

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One With Nature

Video https://youtu.be/oncNAxJMMio?si=636gtNLISP5WnsyU

STARS

More Light

computerised synth arrangement

Simply a minimal tune, some sonic wallpaper. "Repetition is a form of change." ... an oblique strategy ... stoney.sb.org/eno/oblique.html

Inspired by minimal drone music in general, the subtleties of an oscillator, filter, reverb, or any sound source.

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Graining Gibbous

opening track on “Wilder Paths” by @BlackBrunswicker
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https://blackbrunswicker.bandcamp.com/album/wilder-paths

Wilder Paths

Black Brunswicker - Drones from the Heartland

Lesa Listvy is back with their Second album on Cryo Chamber. An analogue heavy album with beautiful textures on warm subs.

Behold, the sacred coding of the lapsed Planeteers. They have committed their knowledge to musical intonations, to semblances of intellect in aural constructs, to the language of drones. The Saviour god-ship surface-to-air vessel has been encoded with several encrypted editions of the Preservation Directive. The divine loops of the source materials undergo their perpetual gyrations on the reel-to-reel of their venerable sound bursts. The Covenant of Analogues propels its drone-scripts, the hieroglyphs of the perished few, from the proto-dwellers of the Maxime Cataclysmus. They are the principal invocations of the forgotten, the diagnostic prophecies of the regeneration of the civilised world. The proto-dwellers have projected their immaculate permutations of the sacred message through rifts in time. But it cannot exist without being received by a conscious entity. The Saviour is a voice in the darkness that says: "Absorb our codices. We are the remnants of a lost species. Until you receive us, we are nothing."

Recommended for fans of Steam, Grit and Ghostly Ships flying through polluted skies

Unheard Of

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Beyond the Ghost presents his first album in the Europa Series, a futuristic, bleak and moving sound voyage that merges electronics and acoustics.

BERLIN, the year is 2060. The whole of Europe is fraught with sickness and poverty and tensions are arising between the remaining populations.  Resources are low, war is imminent. The streets are cold and lonely.  The shining sun has become a notion of the distant past. Every day feels darker than the next. The people who are left stay locked inside, fearing for their lives. There is nothing left to do but wait out the inevitable doom. An old club called 'The Last Resort' is one of the only places that’s still open. There, a few brave and lonely souls gather together to drink the night away to the woeful tunes of the house band. Between sets, a broken alert system in the streets can still be heard, blasting out remnants of news that don't make sense anymore, like echoes of foreign voices lost in transmission. Against all odds, a few letters of the club's neon light still flicker on and off, illuminating the patrons' faces, their expressions hanging heavy with loss and pain. Few words are exchanged, and yet their devout presence during such times makes us wonder:  will they accept their defeat or will they fight for a better future? But for now, they are only focused on making it safely home after the last call, their heads hung low, their feet shuffling through the darkness, humming to the sounds they just heard, to mourn the loss of one more day during these sorrowful and suspended times.

Recommended for fans of noir, melancholy and molotov cocktails. 


Written, performed, produced, mastered – Pierre Laplace
Trumpet – Christophe « Pher » Motury
Artwork – Simon Heath

Spirals of Yearning

Steve Roach