Formations (Opus III) By Asymmetric Noise

Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.


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Der alte Dreck

Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.

Production & Lyrics: Aneta Demerouti

Graphic: Aneta Demerouti

Mixing & Mastering: Sarah Roellinger Shaikh

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Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

Production & Lyrics: Aneta Demerouti

Graphic: Aneta Demerouti

Mixing & Mastering: Sarah Roellinger Shaikh



She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.

What I Love About You

Random DB Time Capsule

I was born to be great,
But something changed along the way
A gilded cage that keeps me away.

The world was painted wide and bright,
A rose aspiring to the light.
Then came the Mighty Hand with a demand,
To crush the blossom in the sand.
Oh, silent thing, you sought to rise,
To lift your song beneath the skies.
But avarice holds now the Key
To all that should be, wild and free.

The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn

Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

The Artist sought to build and dare,
To shape the Form into the air.
A thousand voices weeping soft
Are lost in profits tossed aloft.
The living thing became a piece,
A pawn controlled to know no peace.
And Judgement's eye begins to gaze
Through the machine's bewildering haze.

Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.
The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn
Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

O, Spirit of the silent sphere,
Look how the burden crushes here.
A soul once meant to rise and fly,
Is broken down and asks for why.
The Weight is Spirit – or it dies,
Beneath these unforgiving skies.
Will we fall back into the Sea,
Or claim our true Divinity?

The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn.
Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

The Circle breaks, the Wheel now turns,
The inner fire fiercely burns!
Greed fades away, a new sound breaks,
For its own sake, the Earth awakes!
The Gilded Cage begins to break,
A new decision, for your sake!

And now I rise above the fate.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, some kind of a f******* stupid AI tool, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Pixabay
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, Gemini, FLUXpro, Keynote

Greed Cuts The Wire

A dark techno mix I did live on Halloween

Dark Techno Mix 25

Healing (Opus I) by Asymmetric Noise

Hurting (Opus II) by Asymmetric Noise

I grew up in the Midlands, finding a love for House music by clubbing in the mid 90's like Limited Editions in Mansfield , Renaissance in Nottingham & trance nights  Passion in Coalville  & Gatecrasher in Sheffield. 

I've had a love affair for Ibiza ( I go every year ) I dream of playing there one day Ha..ha. I create Funky house mixes & play all over Edinburgh ( Who will have me ) Also find me on Mixcloud for regular Chilled /Balearic mixes & live stream's : https://www.mixcloud.com/DJANORAK/

Asymmetric Noise is an experimental electronic music project exploring the boundary between chaos and spiritualism. Drawing inspiration from abstract ideas, emotional states and perceptual distortion, the project seeks to transcend conventional form, venturing into uncharted realities embedded within entropy. Through distortion, noise and rhythmic instability, Asymmetric Noise transforms disorder into meditative depth, a passage through the unfamiliar toward hidden beauty and transcendence.

Anti is a musician and designer from Cologne and Berlin. Her art is the voice of experimental electronic music, taking you on an emotional journey through her world. She invites you to feel what she feels and immerse yourself in her sonic landscapes.

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?

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