Schau net so…
Der Bass spürt eh, was ma ned sogn...
Wien is ka Stadt — Wien is a Rausch auf drei Achtel Takt...

Fog rolls in on Gumpendorfer nights,
Vinyl hiss and traffic lights.
Accordion whines, off-pitch and raw,
He hums a lied without a law.

Kontragitarre in drop delay,
Snare slap echo fades away.
He speaks in riddles, laced with wine,
Each beat a ghost from Line Eins.

Spürst das Zittern unterm Gassenlicht?
Bass und Geige — gleiche Pflicht.
A Schrammelduett im Abgrund-Tanz,
Wo sogar da Tod no grooven kann’s.

Boom—du bist jetzt mittendrin,
In da Stadt, wo ma leise spinnt.
Dub is king, doch Wien bleibt schlau —
Zweiviertltakt im Drogenbau.

G’schrammelt wird, bis d’Augen ziehn,
Mit Bass und Janker durch ganz Wien.
Fetzen im Hirn, Tropfen im Glas —
Der psycho G’schmeidige tanzt mit Maß.

Heurigen closed, but he’s still there,
Accordion loop like a prayer.
Zither plucks through stereo smoke,
And every drop feels like a joke.

Vinyl crackles under stars,
While dubstep howls through Beisl bars.
A shadow yodels through delay,
Then disappears in tape decay…

Pief-paf.
Zack-bumm.
Wien is ka Beat. Wien is a Wund’n.

Boom — the ghost of Otto Vogl
Winks at you from Bass and Gogl’.
Yodel-dub meets Döblinger Funk,
Where Schrammel’s sober and Dub is drunk.

Turn the knob, unleash the wien,
House of mirrors — no routine.
Accordion bleeds, the bass says "stay" —
In psycho-dub, you lose your way…

Shhhhh…
He war nur a Tänzer.
Mit an Zuckerl in da Hosntaschl.
Und an Beat im Herz.

Vienna Dub

Welcome back!  We have a true musical journey this month.  Things get started with some progressive house and techno, and then on the back end we transition to some trance and minimal techno.  Buckle up!

1 EANP - Spiritual Desert [Reminiscense Recordings]
2 IshaN D & Noise Generation - Lost Poeam [Soundteller Records]
3 Montw - Void [Wuzz!]
4 Montw - Haze [Wuzz!]
5 Agustin Bertolotti - Tablada (Tirso Enríquez (AR) Remix) [Balkan Connection South America]
6 Tomas Briski - Kupalo (Tonaco Remix) [Juicebox Music]
7 Larrosa (AR) & Nico Sparvieri - Influences (Mike Griego Remix) [Nightcolours]
8 Rise and Fall - Ground Control (Dub Mix) [JOOF Aura]
9 Paul van Dyk & John 00 Fleming - Against The Algorithm [VANDIT Records]
10 Sherpa - Skabana [Pure Progressive]
11 Botar - Rt64 Kalyazin [Bully Beatz]

Echo - Echochamber 048

Ich habe ja immer gesagt, es ist interessant, wie langweilig alles ist. Die Langeweile ist nicht das Fehlen von Ereignissen, sondern die Überproduktion davon. Jeder Ton, jeder Satz, jede Begegnung wird sofort als etwas Besonderes inszeniert, als hätte der Alltag das Bedürfnis, sich permanent zu rechtfertigen. Und doch bleibt da dieses leise Gefühl, dass alles schon einmal gedacht, gesagt, gepostet wurde — in besser, in schlechter, in belangloser. Ich sitze also da, trinke einen mittelmäßigen Kaffee, und bin mir nicht sicher, ob ich gelangweilt bin oder nur Teil eines viel größeren, staatlich geförderten Gefühlsprojekts, das uns allen weismachen will, wir dürften uns gar nicht langweilen. Aber ich finde: Gerade in der gepflegten Langeweile zeigt sich der wahre demokratische Geist.

Flicker in... flicker out...
Static girl in a concrete drought...
No forecast… just the fade…
Midnight glitch on a warm cascade.

You flicker like static light —
Smile twitchin', gone by night.
Talk sweet — but your motion’s cold,
I’ve danced them ghosts, too dark, too old.

Storm eyes, velvet bluff...
Red wine plan — not deep enough.
Glitch in the grin, neon man,
You loop, I drift. I see the scam.

Perfume fade...
Fire fake...
You promised tides —
But bring the flake.

Say oceans — but it's dry concrete,
Your spark just breaks beneath the beat.

Bo bo bo bo boring...
Burn fast, fade by morning.
Flash, then stall — same call,
Pretty glitch with no install.

Bo bo bo bo boring...
Talk wild — but sound’s distorting.
Say you’re fire — I smell the damp.
Spark that dies before the lamp.

Jazz-boy hands, gin in glass,
Your eyes confess… they never last.
Call it fate — I feel the spin,
No roots, no weight — just dubbed-in sin.

Where’s the tremble? Where’s the climb?
You love like time’s a crime.
I don’t need soft, I don’t need neat —
I want the rumble. I want the heat.

🎵 "Bo bo bo… bo boring…"
🎵 "Flash like code..."
🎵 "Your glitch don't hold..."
🎵 "Same name, no flame..."

Bo bo bo bo boring...
You vanish like a warning.
Strike, then stall — you’re void in skin.
No riddim under, just empty spin.

Bo bo bo bo boring...
Even chaos got its ceiling.
Light me loud — or let me drift,
I dub my name where you can’t lift.

Burned… twice.
Dimmed… again.
Another lipsync.
Same end.

Boring (Dub)

Regentropfen sind die kleinen Trommler des Himmels — sie klopfen ans Fenster wie vergessene Gedanken, rinnen uns übers Gesicht wie stille Fragen, die keiner stellt. Sie fallen ungebeten, aber niemals grundlos. In jedem Tropfen steckt ein Moment, ein Echo, ein kleiner Absturz aus der Höhe, der trotzdem weich landet. Regen ist nicht nur Nass – er ist Gefühl in Flüssigform, mal Trost, mal Taktgeber, mal Träne, die keiner weint, aber jeder spürt.

It's Monday... again…
Drip… drip… drop it low.
Rain inna riddim…
Steam curl, thoughts slow...

June creepin’ in — like fog through cracks,
Wood floor cold, cup steamin’ back.
Window swing open, pulse stay low…
Raindrops tap in a bassline flow.

Skank left… delay right…
No rush — no clock tonight.
Echo breath, slow rewind —
The dub remember what you tried to hide.

Close my…
Close my…
(Close my eyes, eyes, eyes…)

Feel that pulse beneath grey skies…
(Dub...dub...bassline...rise...)

🌧️ Dab… dab… dab… dabdabdabdabdab…
Raindrop riddim in a broken slab.
Snare hits soft — like a ghostly stab,
You gone, but the dub still grab.

🪟 Move… then drop — no fall,
Bassline deep like a rainfall call.
Dabdabdab… rewind me slow,
You were the echo I let go…

Streetlamp flick… click-click-fade…
Whispers in glass like a pressure blade.
Storm shape match the twist I make —
Head spin left in a dub earthquake.

Skin hums — memory burns,
Tape loop plays what never returns.
No pings, no rings — just hiss and breath,
And riddim round my neck like a velvet death.

🔊 (Reverse guitar hit… wobble… filtered beat fades back…)
👁️ (Eyes float… low synth creeps…)

🌧️ Dab… dab… dab… dabdabdabdabdab…
Love fell through a riddim trap.
Room half bare, heart off map,
Still I dance through dub collapse.

🪟 Barefoot echo, bounce and blur,
Rain sings riddles we never heard.
Dabdabdab… feedback free,
You, the beat — the dub in me.

Dab… dab… dab…
Dabdabdab…

Dab Dab Dab (Dub)

„Man steht da, in fremden Fluren, die Luft noch schwer von gestrigem Streit, und schaut auf das, was vom Drama übrig ist – ein verzogener Rahmen, ein Splitter im Türblatt, das Schloss wie beleidigt. Und man weiß, das war kein Windstoß. Das war ein Gefühl, das mit den Fäusten spricht. Ich tausch die Türen aus, ja, aber was da durchgeknallt ist, das kriegst du mit keinem Schraubenzieher wieder fest. Jede Delle erzählt von einem Satz, der zu spät kam, jeder Riss von einem Blick, der nicht erwidert wurde. Ich montier die Ruhe neu ein, Tür für Tür. Aber ob sie hält, wenn’s wieder knallt? Weiß nur das Herz, das dahinter schlägt.“

She got fire in the eye, storm in the grin,
Whirlwind tongue and a mood built in.
Talkin’ dishes, socks on the floor —
Silence flip, now she reach that door…

🔊 Click... pause...
BOOM go the core.

Plants shake. Cat hide.
Neighbors whisper, windows wide.
She don’t shout, she just combust —
Drama rise in the bassline dust.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Bassline drop like a riddim jam.
Tremble walls in a sound system trance —
Even ghosts don’t stand a chance.

One little word — trigger the spin,
She flex that rage like a violin.
No clouds, no warning, no plan —
Just thunder heels and a hurricane slam.

She slam bored. She slam cold.
She slam just to break the mold.
Maybe it's art. Maybe it’s flair.
That door cry like it got no prayer.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Echo through the floor like a wicked gram.
Pulse in my spine, drop in my brain —
Dub got a ghost, and she run that train.

She don’t glide. She don’t float.
She crash like a song with a torn throat.
Rewind selector, bring back the spin —
But this madness playin’ from deep within.

And here we go again — with your door slam.
Riddim twist like a dub exam.
Kick too slow, but the heart don’t lie —
She slam like a verse gone high.

Your Door Slam (Dub)

Er war jener Typ Mensch, der mit einer solchen kunstvollen Einfalt daherkam, dass selbst die Luft im Raum leiser atmete, um seiner Bedeutungslosigkeit nicht in die Quere zu kommen. Seine Worte, schwer wie lauwarmes Wasser, plätscherten aus ihm heraus und legten sich wie ein nasses Tuch auf jede Hoffnung auf Lebendigkeit. Die Frauen, die ihn sahen, begannen unbewusst zu gähnen — nicht aus Müdigkeit, sondern weil ihr Körper schneller als ihr Verstand begriff: Dieser Mann war ein Sonntag ohne Zeitung, ein Winter ohne Schnee, ein Gespräch ohne Frage.

Lali… lala…
Laaangweilig…
You never burn…
You barely blink…
And riddim don't wait for beige.

You drift in slow, like lukewarm chai,
Soft like sky with no reply.
Words fall flat, then disappear —
Like claps in mittens, soaked in fear.

Your tales? A snow that never sticks.
No twist, no heat, no riddim kicks.
Even silence grabs its coat —
You drown the dubboat while it floats.

"Lali lala... so langweilig…"
Bassline sleepin’ in a velvet bag…
Turn it up.
No spark. Just drag.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
Even clouds roll outta town.
Just a thought and here it comes —
That chill that climbs and drags me down.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
A slideshow outta phase.
You kill the beat before it blooms,
You hush the light with lullabass.

You hum like microwaves at noon,
Kill the funk, then clear the room.
Even DJs drop you slow —
Too safe to rave, too flat to flow.

I smile like static in disguise,
While dubstep yawns behind your eyes.
You speak in footnotes, sigh by sigh —
A glitch that never learns to die.

Rubber glove touch… velvet-less shove…
I date my houseplant just for love.
Bass breath in.
Snare flick left.
Let riddim melt what you forgot.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
Even fire taps out slow.
You freeze the riddim when you speak,
Stretch seconds till they cease to glow.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
You dim the dub before the drop.
The dancefloor knows your name by now —
The beat that begged the beat to stop.

Lang…weilig…
No rage…
No rise…
Just riddim sedated in sweater disguise.

You are so lali lala lala langweilig,
A loop stuck in a glitch parade.
You jazzed me once — or was it smoke?
A mirage I let the riddim shade.
Lali lala lala langweilig,
A playlist made of sighs and stairs.
Even boredom got more bounce —
Than your affair of vacant airs.

You don’t offend me.
You don’t move me.
You just…
fade…
in stereo beige.

Lali… lala… langweilig…
— riddim gone.
— tune off.
— mind on fire.

Langweilig (Dub)

Ich habe sie seit Jahren nicht gesehen, nicht gehört, nicht einmal zufällig einen Schatten ihres Namens auf einem Briefumschlag erhascht oder das Echo ihrer Stimme in einem Bahnhof vernommen – und dennoch ist sie da, jeden Tag, in der Art, wie der Nachmittag sich neigt, im Duft eines vorbeigehenden Parfums, in der zufälligen Falte eines Kleides, das ihr nicht einmal gehörte, sondern nur die Erinnerung an ihr Gehen nachahmt. Ich habe alles versucht, mich zu entwöhnen, sie aus meinem inneren Leben zu verbannen wie einen gefährlichen Irrtum. Doch je mehr ich vergaß, desto klarer schälte sich ihr Bild aus dem Nebel meines Willens. Ich verstehe es nicht – wie ein Mensch, der nicht mehr existiert, sich so hartnäckig an mein Gedächtnis klammern kann, als sei er ein Bestandteil meines Blutes geworden, als hätte das Vergessen selbst beschlossen, sie nicht auszulassen.

Steam on di mirror — she fade in bold...
Pasta cold... pasta cold... pasta colddddd
Timeline ticking like a thousand wires,
And silence creep like velvet fire.

Eyes closed tight —
but mi mind still run.
She laugh in loop —
same old rerun.

We bent like smoke,
broke with glee —
Then soft she whisper:
“Ya still miss me?”

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Like perfume ghost inside di case,
She haunt di bassline, haunt di space.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Ya think ya fine til light go dim —
But there she walk... soft on a whim.

New faces — loud café,
You danced it off, but couldn’t stray.
She slip beneath the snare and kick —
A glitch inside your speaker mix.

No recipe calms...
no wine can fade...
She stir your soup
like thought grenade.
You chop the onions, tears so red —
She lick the knife and kiss your head.

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
I’m your glitch... your deja cue...
Your joke too loud in an empty room.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
Memory flicker, faded screen —
But ohhh... you hit replay... again.

🌀 Tape warp
🌀 Kick drops out
🌀 Dub siren echoes in distance
🌀 “You had your chance... to delete me...”
🌀 “... but you filed me... under dreams.”
🌀 “And now I slip in — in-between...”

Lali lalala… can’t forget me… hahaha.
Laugh track gone but I still bite —
In your dreams, I dance at night.
Lali lalala… still not free… nah nah nah.
I’m no ghost — I’m your rewind line.
I groove where you forgot to shine.

Can't Forget Me (Dub)

Got a circus in my spine, it spins,
You hum like fans on summer skin.
No map, no shoes — I lose control,
You pull me deep into that roll.

Your words hit sideways, smooth and sly,
My knees just dance, don’t ask me why.
You glitch the beat, I feel the spark,
That candle flicker in the dark.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

Your lips say “wait,” but hips say “now,”
No logic left, just sweat and wow.
You jazz the air like neon flame,
I’m melting slick, you know my name.

We orbit close — no need to touch,
That dancefloor grin, it says too much.
You drop a wink, I drop my guard,
You disappear — I’m dancing hard.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

Slide through static, pulse on toast,
Your shadow’s got the slickest ghost.
You ping my core with every clap,
And glitch me sweet on your rhythm map.

🎵 Nah nah no no — get high and let it flow,
You light the fuse in a slow hello.
Bounce in my chest, fire down below,
We ride the bass like a wave in glow.

🎵 Nah nah no no — just move and let it go,
Slide with the beat like a shadow show.
Eyes on fire, hearts on throw,
This groove’s too deep to ever plateau.

Circus in My Spine

Control-a-a-a…
You spin… I drift…
You storm… I mist…

You’re drama, babe — in a vintage ad,
Citrus glare with a pout gone bad.
Tried peace in a peppermint brew,
You sipped, you blinked, said: meh. Boo-hoo.

I came in smooth — mango suit,
But you glitched like a rainbow brute.
Searched your soul on Google Street…
“Connection lost” — on repeat.

🎵 No no no…
Not your fixer, not your plan.
I’m a dubwise island man.
Turn the bass, dissolve the scream —
Bubble thoughts in a tangerine dream…

🎵 Chill Controla…
I dub out the drama…
I blow soap beats,
No trauma, mama.

🎵 Chill Controla…
Banana style deep,
You wave, I dive,
My roots don’t creep.

Tried to guide you — map in hand,
But you raged like a misfired band.
Cactus love with neon spikes,
I ride the skank — you ride the likes.

Said “yes” too long, now “no” feels fine,
My riddim walks that dubby line.
No glue, no badge, no healing trick,
Just bass that thumps and ghosts that click.

Chill on loop… in banana form…
Tsunami texts?
I dance the norm.
You play the queen of tangled threads —
I float with beats above my head.

🎵 Chill Controla…
With pineapples for eyes,
You glitch and crash —
I harmonize.

🎵 Chill Controla…
No rescue boat, no code.
Just dub delays
Where I unload.

Control-a-a-a…
Fade the scene...
Feel the green…
Soap. Bass.
Everything clean…

Controla Dub

Also hör mir jetzt gut zu, cariño… ich hab nix gemacht, verstehst du? Nada. Ich war einfach da, hab gewartet, mit mein Herz offen wie ein Fenster im Sommer. Und du? Du kommst wieder mit diese Augen, diese süße Stimme – und dann bam, Drama. Und später sagst du, es war ich? ¿Perdona? Nein, nein, no no no, amigo… du warst der, der die Musik leiser gemacht hat, der das Licht ausgeknipst hat, der sich weggedreht hat, als ich tanzen wollte. Ich war nur die Melodie – du hast den Beat kaputt gemacht. Immer wieder, chico. Siempre tú.

Mmm...
You call me trouble...
But you lit the flame...
Now we burn... slow... slow...

Trouble in a candle glow,
Lips like jazz — soft, then low.
You bring fire, I bring steam,
We melt... inside the dream.

Your eyes say run,
Your hands say stay,
We loop that truth...
And dub it grey.

🎵 Blame me softly… echo me slow…
Name me wrong… then let it go.
Whisper my name… like smoke on skin,
We don’t begin — we just spin.
🎵 Blame me gently… riddim and rain,
Touch like thunder, dance through pain.
No need to fix... just feel the frame —
And drift... in the blame game. 🎵

You missed the gate… I missed your scent.
Still ended up in the same event.
We laugh in riddles, cry in cream,
The dub rolls on… like lucid dream.

You hum the lie, I dub the sigh,
We skank through loops of butterfly.
Two lovers lost in reverb's kiss,
No verse, no script — just this.

🎵 No fight… no win…
We glide… we spin…
Who did what?
Where’s the sin?
Rewind the love… start again… 🎵

🎵 Blame me softly… dub me deep…
We dream in bass, forget to sleep.
Blame me slow, blame me sweet —
We never land... we just repeat.
🎵 Call it fire, call it shame,
We whisper love... and call it blame.
Turn down the light — stretch out the name…
Still burning... in the blame game. 🎵

“Mmm… we argue…
...just to feel the echo.”
“Version better? …Dub forever.”

Blame Game (Dub Version)

Ich sitz da mit meinem Glas billigen Rotwein, die Fernbedienung irgendwo im Fett der Sofaritze versunken, und warte, bis sie endlich kommt – die Blonde mit der Stimme, die mir jedes Mal den Brustkorb aufreißt, als würd sie mir das Herz in Scheiben schneiden. Ich weiß nicht, was das ist, das da in mir tobt, wenn sie auftaucht, ich nenn’s nicht Liebe, das wär zu groß für so einen wie mich. Es ist eher wie ein Knoten, ein Schmerz, der süß wird, sobald sie da ist, auf dem Bildschirm, so nah und so jenseits von allem, was ich je berühren darf. Ich glotz sie an wie ein Hund vorm Metzgerfenster, sabbernd, still, voller Scham. Ich weiß, dass ich erbärmlich bin, ich bin nicht blöd. Ich weiß auch, dass sie nie von mir wissen wird, dass sie keine Ahnung hat, dass ich jeden Abend sterbe, wenn sie lächelt. Aber ich tu’s trotzdem. Ich tu’s immer wieder.

This Is She (Dub Version)

In the echo...
In the version...
We ride the riddim…
No rush... no fuss... just bass.

Bassline ruler, no man higher.
Roots and culture, blaze the fire.
Time get slow in a Dub empire —
We float through sound like a ghost through wire.

Dub is truth.

Riddim soldier.

Run the tape.

Bass is prayer.

Space and fire.

Version fi chant.

Heavyweight Echo

Also, Papua-Neuguinea ist ein hochdiverser, postkolonial resistenter Raum mit über 800 gleichwertigen Sprachen, und jede davon ist ein unverzichtbarer Beitrag zum dezentralen Wissenssystem der Menschheit. Wir müssen uns davor hüten, die kulturellen Ausdrucksformen dieser Communitys mit einem exotisierenden Blick westlicher Projektion zu überformen. Wer da von 'Flucht aus dem grauen Alltag' spricht, bewegt sich gefährlich nah an einer Appropriation strukturell unterdrückter Narrationen. Ich würde mir wünschen, dass wir das kolonialhistorisch reflektieren – und Raum für Empowerment-Dialoge schaffen, am besten im intersektionalen Kontext.

Boom.
Step.
Breathe in.
Drop deep beneath the skin.

Same train. Same chair.
No light. No air.
Clock ticks. Brain freeze.
Bass creeps through the office breeze.

Eyes closed — I hear that sound.
Garamut hits. Shakes the ground.
Panpipe bends. Sky turns red.
Tribal echoes in my head.

My heart… keeps missing you
Papua — my rendezvous
Drop that beat. Feel that fire.
She moves like truth. Like soul. Like wire.
Kundu rolls. She cuts right through.
My heart… keeps missing you

Ela Beach. No plan.
She took my phone. She took my hand.
Firelight twists. Flute sings slow.
She says, let go... let go... let go...

Mi lukim yu — na mi smail
Ritim blo yumi — no save style
Kam wantaim mi — long dispela bus
Groove i stap — no more fuss

Papua… my rendezvous
Bassline deep — I fall into you
No more gray. No more blue.
Just this beat. Just me + you.

Papua Rendezvous (Pure Dub)

🎵 Vinho do Porto (Dub) – Unbekannter Künstler
She came to Porto chasing sunlight and wine —
but one glass turned into obsession.

Now she floats in echo...
A voice lost in reverb,
A memory soaked in ruby red.

This is dub for the haunted.
Wine with delay. Desire with bass.
Every echo pulls her deeper. Every beat remembers him.

💋 Red lips, no plan, no name.
🔊 Whispers in the glass...
📍 Still in her blood. Still in her phone.

LYRICS:

I wore red lips...
No plan. No name.
Just chasing sun.
Just chasing wine.

You looked back —
From a glass of gold.
You smiled...
Like secrets never told.

You weren’t just wine —
You were a game.
Played me sweet —
Then changed your name.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Touched my tongue,
Claimed my breath.
A velvet crime,
Dressed as depth.

I’m in bed —
But not alone.
You're in my blood.
You're in my phone.

I tried to leave...
Tried to pack.
But darling,
You just pull me back.

Oooooh, Vinho do Porto — sweeter than Bordeaux,
You kissed me slow... now you won’t let go.
One sip... one lie... and now I know.

Vinho do Porto (Dub)

🎧 Spiritual Debris (Dub from Santiago) – Unbekannter Künstler 🇨🇱

A deep, boiling dub track straight from the mind of a furious policeman in Santiago, channeling Thomas Bernhard levels of existential meltdown.

Heavy sub-bass. Spaced-out echoes. Flip-flop slaps in distorted rhythm. Glitched ukuleles and trumpet stabs clash with ambient city noise and plaza murmurs. The groove slides from slow, surreal hypnosis to full-on dub breaks with sirens, delays, and sudden aggression.

🎙️ Spoken monologue:

“No one listens.
Termites in cargo shorts.
Collapsing in Calama — in pajamas…”

This is not music.
This is a warning.
For every tourist who grinned into oblivion.

LYRICS:

🎙️ I have said it before…
🎙️ And I will say it again…
🎙️ Although no one listens…

No one ever listens.
Least of all the tourists.
Termites in cargo shorts,
Sunburnt optimism peeling off in layers.
Santiago…
Once proud,
Now just a backdrop
For idiocy in digital format.

🎶 Plap… plap… plap…
Ukuleles OUT.
Selfie sticks UP.
Spiritual bankruptcy — NOW.

They film everything.
They film themselves being fools.
Standing in front of a mountain,
As if merely existing there
Were some kind of achievement.

🎶 "Oblivion… grinning into… oblivion…"
[distorted whisper loop]
“Internet. Internet. Internet…”

And when they collapse —
In CALAMA.
On a BENCH.
In PAJAMAS!
We must rescue them.
We must carry their collapsed narcissism
Back to the hostel of their delusions.

🎶 Spiritual debris — spiritual debris
🎶 Of the internet age…
🎙️ We are not the fools.
🎙️ But they make us play the part.

🎙️ I joined the force
To uphold the law.
To serve something noble.
Now I babysit
The grotesque optimism
Of terminal tourists.
And still — no one listens.

Santiago Tourist Dub

🎧 Bulo² – Light It Up. Tear It Down.
Genre: Groove House × French House × Piano Anthem × Dub FX × Drum & Bass Inferno

Welcome to Bulo² — a track born from the fertile pressure of the Bolivian jungle, where cassette decks melt in the steam and basslines punch like thunder in a urea plant.

This isn't a song.
This is a chemical ritual.

✅ Kickdrum – punchy, compressed, built for abandoned warehouses
✅ Bassline – dirty, filtered, French touch on steroids
✅ Soul Vocal – volcanic, explosive, never polite
✅ Piano Stabs – classic house, detuned and phasing like a fever
✅ Dub FX – sirens, reverse trails, steam-pressure echoes
✅ Breakcore DnB drop @ 2:30 – pure rhythmic chaos

You won’t find Bulo² on any map.
But once you enter, you won’t come back.
Only groove.
Only fire.
Only Bulo².
Let it rise.

Lyrics:

Bulo² — light it up!
Don’t pray — just press eject!
Bulo² — tear it down!
It’s more than sweat — it’s effect.

We kick! No chill, no silence.
We burn! Like chemical sirens.
From fertilizer to fire —
BULO BULO goes higher.

Push the button.
Power spike.
No rules, no borders —
just bass and a mic.

Jungle's not quiet.
It's wired and wet.
Even the leaves
drop kickdrum sweat.

🔁 “SHAKE IT — SHAKE IT — SHAKE IT — SHAKE IT” (chopped sample)
🎹 Piano loop goes off-key, distorted
🔥 Kick + Snare frenzy like riot cops in the rain
🎤 Soul scream: “THIS IS BULO²!”

“No map can find us.
Only sound defines us.”
(Soft female whisper)
“Bulo… squared…”

Bulo²

This month we hit a milestone with the 4 year anniversary mix!   The journey begins with a bit of progressive house and from there we move through some progressive techno, into trance, and end up with some nice hard techno.  A big thanks to everyone who has listened these past four years.  I truly means a lot.  I'm looking forward to sharing more music and seeing you all on the dance floor!

1 YeY - Walking On Ocean Floors (Elias Biebl Rework) [YėY]
2 Gonzalo Cotroneo - Sepulture [MNL]
3 Morttagua - Asteromorph (Kyotto Remix) [Timeless Moment]
4 Jesuan M & Augusto Landucci - Mental Pact [YOMO Records]
5 David Podhel - Cygnus A [SINCITY]
6 Gowzer - Peltin (Ivan Lozano Remix) [Transensations Records]
7 Stan Kolev - Internal Affairs [Outta Limits]
8 Demis & Derk - Tunna (EANP Remix) [Golden Wings Music]
9 Yozz - Dreaming Lies [IMAGE MUSIC]
10 Stuardo & Ovnimoon - Sensation [IONO BLACK]
11 IN-Sane - Toxic Vibrations (Daniel Sbert Remix) [Bully Beatz]

Echo - Echochamber 049

"Amor Até o Fim" is a powerful love anthem by Téo Fortes, blending poetic Brazilian Portuguese lyrics with an emotional, cinematic soundscape. The original song speaks of enduring love in the face of chaos — when the world collapses, when friends are lost, when even machines rise to power.

The Echoes of Love Dub Remix transforms this message into a hypnotic, bass-driven journey. Thick dub basslines, organic Afrobeat-inspired percussion, and swirling echo effects create a spacious, trance-like atmosphere. Fragments of the original vocals float through layers of groove, carrying the promise of love until the very end.

Perfect for deep dancefloors and immersive listening.

Amor Até o Fim (Echoes of Love Dub)

"Part of Her Mind" by Britney is a chilling, emotionally loaded track straight out of the shadows of the psyche. A bonus entry in the dark diary of The Dangerous Crowns (TDC), this song is performed entirely by Britney, one of the internal alters in a Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID) system — and it’s no soft confession.

Driven by deep violins, raw 808s, and ghostly synths, the instrumental alone carries the weight of tragedy and fury. Layered with haunting piano keys, the soundscape feels like a slow spiral through inner chaos — but it’s Britney’s voice that steals the storm.

With echoes that bleed through the verses and intentional static effects sprinkled throughout, the song feels like a message whispered inside your head, like thoughts you try to avoid — but they echo louder each time you ignore them. Britney doesn’t just rap; she declares, and the emotion is piercing. Every distortion, every pause, every buildup of static is symbolic of what it's like to experience DID — not just as a diagnosis, but as a battlefield where each alter has their reason, their voice, and their warning.

Lyrically, Britney is on a warpath, reclaiming power after betrayal, manipulation, and emotional deception. Her words slice with surgical precision. There are no wasted syllables. And one line, in particular, becomes the soul of the track:

"My name is Britney, but I’m part of her mind."
This isn’t just a bar — it’s a reality. It’s a reminder that while Britney may sound like a separate entity, she’s forged from pain, protection, and survival. Her voice isn’t artificial — it’s internalized truth, amplified by emotion and lived experience.

Throughout the song, echo effects mirror dissociative thought loops, where one phrase repeats like a haunting mantra. The static between bars? That’s the silence between trauma and reaction. The confusion. The rage. The pressure to hold it all together when your world is made of fragments.

“Part of Her Mind” balances raw vulnerability with dominance. It's not a plea for empathy — it's a warning shot, a thunderous announcement that Britney isn't just another voice — she's the last one you'll hear before you feel the burn.

This is not a radio single. It’s a mirror for the broken, a weapon for the loyal, and a bullet for the fake. For anyone who has ever doubted the strength of someone living with DID — listen closely. You’re hearing what it sounds like when pain fights back.

Part of her mind

Kimpituy – meaning roughly “butterfly” in Quechua – is the creative nest where music and literature take flight. We proudly present a diverse roster of musical acts:

Groove with the German Soul and Pop sounds of Samtblüten.
Rock out with the Alternative and Indiepop vibes of Velvet Petals.
Get lost in the Club, Trip-Hop, and Electronic landscapes of Calalga Beats.
Move to the Brazil Funk and Afrobeat grooves of Téo Fortes — music born between Paraty and Spain’s Costa Blanca, blending protest, passion, and rhythm.
Dive into dark urban drift with Tyranny Drift — haunting Phonk and dystopian beats for the night.
Feel the fire of Latin EDM with Nayrix, bold, sensual, and unapologetically catchy.
Float in expansive ambient soundscapes with Lemmon A6, where stillness and motion meet.

New Signings:
Kimpituy proudly welcomes Nayrix and Lemmon A6 to the family — two unique sonic identities: one born for the dancefloor, the other for inner space.

Beyond our core bands, discover unique projects like the official soundtrack for Oliver Stahmann’s book, “Der Faulosoph”.

While our SoundCloud focuses on audio, Kimpituy also publishes books including The Philoslother, Benny the Dancing Dog, The Green Sky, and many more by writers like Oliver Stahmann, Max Stargard, Lilia Alba, or Oscar Sullivan.

Follow Kimpituy to stay updated on all our musical journeys. If you are interested in recording or covering one of the songs, please reach out.

P.S.: No interest in Cover Art or Video Art offers.

Expressing Myself through, Lyrics and Music is my way of cooping in this world <3

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Philly based DJ & musician
Resident DJ for Saváge

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