Lo vestigi de l’òda 1 est la première partie d’une ode aux opus, compositions et cantiques, peu mis en lumière, qui se sont glissés dans un partage disparate renvoyant à un univers hybride de chevalièrexs stoner électronique bien particulier.

#audiomedievalisme


+ merci juliette (aka @baba99abab) pour le super dessin de pochette !!





Tracklist : 
Doom Herald - Heks 
A Quick One Before the Eternal Worm Devours Appalachia - Lizard in the Spring 
The Old Forest & Tom Bombadil - Bo Hansson 
Mâre, maria mè c’t an - La Preyra 
Chant For Your Dragon King - Syrinx 
Stir About the Stars – Love Spirals Downwards 
Imps in Eager Caucus – Von Bingen 
Untitled 1 - Svitlana Nianio, Oleksandr Yurchenko 
Tansamalim – Saadet Türköz 
Spring Spreads One Green Lap Of Flowers – Asio otus 
L’amor de Lonh (Jaufré Rudel)– Jacmelina 
December Angel – Syrinx 
Dawn – Meredith Monk 
Vivez joyeux – Nico Germina, Northam 
Ruines – Citron Citron 
L’An 01 – Martí 
Johnny Remember Me – Spell 
Beings of Light – The Future Sound Of London 
La petite ﬁlle aux fraises – Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes 
Dreams Made Flesh (Remastered) – This Mortal Coil 
Music for church cleaners – Pedal danse – Áine O’Dwyer 
spore 1 – 100 catharsis, paramour 
Dryad of the Great Revel – Spellbound Mire




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Diffusé lors du mix en orbite du 03.11.25 sur la station @Radiovostock

Lo vestigi de l'òda 1 - Partage d'écoute - Radiovostock (03.11.25)

Everyones Struggle (KR 2016/2025)

Just the weight.
Just the weight.

I count the cracks in the ceiling paint, they look like highways now. 
Too tired to argue with the shadow in the corner of the room. 
The phone is quiet, but the silence screams louder than before. 
Everything I touch turns grey, it turns grey.
I tried to measure the distance back to who I used to be. 
But the mirror’s a fraud, holding a memory.

This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win.

The daylight hurts my eyes, so I pull the curtains tight. 
Just another day trapped inside the things I didn't say. 
Used to think that lonely was a room you had to cross. 
Now I know that lonely is the last thing you lost.

I tried to measure the distance back to who I used to be. 
But the mirror’s a fraud, holding a memory.
This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win.

Break the glass, I want to feel the cold. 
Let the feeling take a grip and make me whole. 
I don't need the answer; just need the dark to stay. 
Let the melody dissolve the light away.

This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win. 

Just the weight.
Just the weight.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Elevenlabs, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, FLUXpro

Silent Weight

Collaboration with Cristiano Roversi on the keyboards and programming.

2024 (P) & (C) Love Earth Music (USA)

Buccia-drums
Thomas - 5 string fretless bass

Graphic and artwork www.fetusk.com

Original version on the "FinInfest" splitCD with Glauco,
2024 Throne Of Lies Records, ZAS Autoproduzioni

Different Data To The Equation

Changing Seasons

YXS?

The Two-Headed Beast

A circle drawn, both ancient and deep,
A stone-arch held in the water's sleep.
An eye of time that trusts the ground,
Where golden worlds in hush are found.
The water sleeps, the arch is one.
The mirror holds the root and height,
Reflection of the never-lost light.
It waits upon the great unhappening,
The final hour that no time can bring.
The water sleeps, the arch is one.

Arch of being, still you wait.
Red disruption, seal our fate.
You are the answer, you are the ache,
The timeless world must now awake.
The world must now awake.

But in the calm of the old design,
The stranger rose, a crimson sign.
Her hair, a spark, a flame of will,
A heart that beats and cannot be still.
A burning sign, she cuts the view.
The arch becomes the threshold slight,
The fracture set against the light.
She is the rift that brought the ancient wrath,
To pull our being from the easy path.
A burning sign, she cuts the view.

Arch of being, still you wait.
Red disruption, seal our fate.
You are the answer, you are the ache,
The timeless world must now awake.
The world must now awake.

She sees the vision, she must perform,
The will that breaks the settled form.
The angel veils his weary, shining face,
To finally rest in the eternal space.
Every sense is just a guest,
Seeking change and peace and rest.
We are the arrow, fiercely sent,
In double-realm, on wonder bent.

Span of existence, it is done.
Crimson fracture, you have won.
We are the answer, we are the key,
To set the ancient circle free.
The circle must be free.

The circle is open, friend.
The circle is open.
The arch still holds you, friend.
Do not be alone.

Do not be alone.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Elevenlabs, VirtualDJ
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, FLUXpro

The Circle

This is my last song that I will be releasing for the time being.
I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation. 
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!
—

I poured myself some coffee
The clock was ticking calm in four
A simple morning, rather groggy
Just as it always was before
But then the time signature changed its mind
A seven-eighths chain of complex design
My coffee splashed onto the carpet, wet
That’s how King Crimson makes you sweat!

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

The Moody Blues introduced the feeling
Of a concept day you must withstand
It’s symphonic, quite appealing
But doesn't require a steady hand
I looked for answers, sought the source
Found Baroque motifs from Procol Harum
A philosophical, dramatic force
Now trapped inside this concrete room

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

It wasn't just Time and a Word by Yes
Nor psychedelic trips of Pink Floyd
This music is pure inner stress
Every routine now destroyed.

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

Dear Elvis fans, you may now cry
In seven-eighths. 
And there is never any peace.
In any seven-eighths sigh. ;-) 

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio (Felt Tip Inc.), Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

The Birth Of Progrock

02 #4 Mojo (Mk.ii Prototype)

Drum and bass avant-grind. Defying the laws of grindcore since 1998

A high-energy vessel for fusion, prog, and glam. Alex Gage's Flagship, reformed over 2020-2022 with a fresh crew, has become: a modular prog rock battle station, the harbinger of progressive disco for the 21st century, "surprisingly good," "like a Steely Zappa." The Flagship is your transport to musical adventure.

I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation.
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!

"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?

Einfach Musiker, jung über Marschmusik, Oper, Gospel schnell  in Rock- und Popgefilde gekommen. Eigene Kompositionen und Texte.
Simple musician, he quickly moved into rock and pop at a young age, from marching music, opera, and gospel. He wrote his own compositions and lyrics.

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