@vacuuuuum
https://www.instagram.com/vaac.cuum

Artwork: Stellarcollages
https://www.instagram.com/stellarcollages

Witness the dance of transcendent forces, a cosmic choreography where self-unfolding monads gracefully interlace with the tapestry of existence, their ethereal threads weaving a seamless web that envelops the cosmos. Within this sacred dance, they effortlessly surrender to the embodiment of form, transcending mere objects and birthing themselves anew in the sacred alchemy of creation. As the spiritual loom of existence unfolds, it reveals the intricate patterns of wisdom that lie beneath the surface of reality...

The spiritual web, a luminous matrix of interconnected consciousness, extends beyond the boundaries of time and space. It is a pulsating network that unites the seeker with the ancient wisdom of the cosmos, a portal to realms where the mind dissolves into the infinite and the soul communes with the sacred echoes of existence. As one surrenders to the rhythm of this web, the boundaries between self and cosmos blur, revealing the profound interconnectedness of all that is, was, and ever shall be...

VACUUM - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SPIRITUAL WEB

@blue_verveine
@ewo_collectif
@ouroboros-crew
https://www.instagram.com/ver__veine

Artwork: Merciful Stranger
https://www.instagram.com/merciful_stranger

གཤིན་རྗེ་གཤེད་, རྡོ་རྗེ་འཇིགས་བྱེད

In the hidden recesses of the cavern devoted to spiritual transcendence, a venerable holy man was engrossed in profound meditation, teetering on the very threshold of Nirvana...

The tranquility enveloping the sacred space was abruptly shattered as two nefarious thieves stealthily infiltrated its hallowed confines. Cloaked in shadows, they dragged along a stolen Bull, callously desecrating the sanctity of the cave. With ruthless brutality, they slaughtered the innocent creature, severing its head without a moment's regard for the violated sanctity...

The holy man, an unwitting spectator to this sacrilege, locked eyes with the intruders. Astonishingly undisturbed by the gruesome spectacle unfolding before him, he allowed the thieves to sever his own head as well. In a surreal metamorphosis, the severed head of the celestial Bull seamlessly replaced his own, transcending the boundaries of conventional life...
Transformed into the celestial figure of Yama - the god of death...The holy man unleashed a torrent of divine anger. Consuming the intruders with insatiable hunger, the wrath of Yama spilled beyond the cavern's confines, threatening to engulf the entire mountain in its ominous embrace...

Faced with this escalating peril, the disciples turned to Manjusri, the embodiment of wisdom. In a fearful struggle against Yama, Manjusri assumed the fierce bull-headed form of Yamantaka, determined to quell the divine fury that now threatened to devour not only the thieves but also the very essence of the sacred mountain...The spiritual battleground resonated with the clash of celestial forces, as wisdom grappled with divine anger in a struggle that transcended mortal comprehension...

VERVEINE - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S YAMANTAKA DANCE

@amkarahoi
@minereed
@prpluncl
@patienceimpatience

Artwork: Susumu Mukai
https://www.instagram.com/zongamin_uk

Uncle Reed In The Purple Mine conjures ghosts of 90s chill out tents, aqueous ambient, exploratory turn of the century IDM and echoes of jammy dub. Amkarahoi is named for a remote region of Eastern Siberia an intimidating car and boat journey from the nearest city - several songs are named after rivers - and the record was borne from a largely improvised show in Saint Petersburg, later overdubbed and mixed down in the studio. The combination of heady, melancholic synthscapes, unexpected samples and the loose, spontaneous nature of it’s genesis make for a unique, compelling proposition.

Amkarahoi is Nikita Chepurnoi and Sergey Dmitriev. Chepurnoi has released records as Minereed on his own Echotourist imprint, and as part of The Patience and Copacabana on Hair Del. Dmitriev has made music as Purple Uncle for Echotourist, Hair Del and Nazlo. They’re currently based in Armenia (Dmitriev) and Europe (Chepurnoi).

Uncle Reed In The Purple Mine (IMPTNC08)

PURPLE REED

PREMIERE | AMKARAHOI - DJEGDA [IMPATIENCE]

@oliverfl

Artwork: Fon Something
www.instagram.com/fon_something

The boundary between the familiar and the unwilted often feels like a whisper—a thin, almost imperceptible shawl that you only truly feel once it has already enveloped you, like an anaconda writhing in the silence. In my case, it happened on an autumn evening, when the world seemed to begin its quiet transition into the kingdom of winter, bowing to the inevitable cycle of death and rebirth.

It all began with a dream—one of those elusive dreams that slips through your fingers like sand as soon as you try to grasp it. In this dream, I stood on the edge of a vast crater, its borders hidden far beyond the horizon, and inside, the entire space was filled with a thick fog that seemed to breathe and shift like the clouds of a restless mind.

The jungle behind me was alive—evergreen trees stood like columns of forgotten temples, their roots intertwined in a dance with ancient civilizations buried in the lands of eternity. The air was full of legends, and the constellations above were unfamiliar, as if I had stumbled upon an unknown corner of the universe. Shadows moved along the periphery, and I knew them—vague, ancestral outlines, bearing the weight of southern archetypes, echoes of ancient wisdom that always lingered on the edge of my consciousness. These shadows were not just figures of the past; they were keepers of secrets, architects of both my sky and earth.

It was a magical place—a crossroads where space, time, and myth synchronized, and the veil of maya lost its dominion. And I, standing on the edge of the unknown, listening to the music of thundering space, caught in waves of illumination, felt the call of my ancestors and distant galaxies.

JOY BOY - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SHADOWS OF THE SOUTHERN ARCHETYPES

@shantiagomusic

''Where the mystery is a chant,
when the sacred of the word.
Gatekeepers open secrets,
fierce stories spreading love.

The ancestors smile in the jungle,
golden fountains flushing songs.
The elder explode in rapture,
celebration of mystical force.

The moon is gazing from the temple,
wild spirits carry old songs.
A vibrant fairy sits down and writes,
sages look at your enticing eyes.''

In the clutter of notifications, between the blur of posts and the endless doom scroll, something archaic vibrates in the spaces between thoughts. The sages no longer dwell in old books or ancient temples; they’re here, woven into pixels, wrapped around the axis of routine, whispering through the digital detritus in which we drown.

"The search for meaning in everything is overrated," they murmur. Meaning is fluid, always in beta, forever updated, patched, and remixed. In a world where truths are memes and beliefs crumble with the next viral post, the sages offer no solid ground. Instead, they urge: play. Engage with the fragments of reality that feel true now, even if they contradict what you believed yesterday. The stories we were told—about progress, enlightenment, some higher truth, or a perfect self—have been dismantled, deconstructed, tossed aside. And yet, amidst the debris, something lingers. Not an answer, but a feeling.

Stop fighting the static, the constant information overload, and instead see it as part of a larger rhythm. The chaotic flow of our hyper-connected world isn’t a distraction from reality—it is reality. The trick is not to escape it, but to dance with it, to find moments within the noise and make an art of living from it. This births a certain kind of freedom: the freedom to create meaning on your own terms, knowing all of it is temporary, knowing you may have to tear it all down tomorrow and start again. And that’s the beauty of it.

The whispers of the sages have changed, but the message is still clear, if you know how to listen: life is a bricolage. There is no master plan, no secret truth waiting to be uncovered. Just fragments—beautiful, broken, ever-changing pieces we stitch together as we go, knowing the seams won’t hold. And that’s exactly how it should be....

SHANTIAGO - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S WHISPERS OF THE SAGES

@panagiotis-isopoulos

Artwork: Ed Capos
https://www.instagram.com/edcapos

In the boundless expanse of the Ether, where reality dissolved into shimmering streams of potential, a voice rang out—a recitation not of words, but of vibrations, sonorous and eternal. Here, time and space intertwined in a braid of contradictions, forming a living paradox where dualities coexisted in perfect harmony. Ancient civilizations hummed beside postmodern dreams, their union effortless, as if all truths were facets of the same infinite gem. Echoes of Atlantis glimmered through cracks in the dark matter, illuminating pathways with the knowledge of forgotten centuries and the light of long-extinguished stars.

At the heart of this enigmatic realm stood a colossal spiral—a living monument forged from the alchemy of endlessly generated ideas...Some coils glowed with the quiet endurance of Stoicism, embodying the unyielding foundations of discipline and fortitude...Others erupted in the unbridled chaos of avant-garde creation, where fragments of possibility collided, birthing new realities with every turn...

This spiral was not merely a structure; it was a testament to the boundless interplay of order and chaos, of ancient wisdom and the ceaseless march of the new...It pulsed with the energy of transformation, inviting all who wandered the Ether to lose themselves and, in turn, be remade...

At its core lay the Zodiac, its twelve pillars rotating in perfect synchrony with the pulse of cosmic time. Each sign radiated its unique essence, contributing its voice to the celestial harmony. Above all, the Age of Aquarius reigned, its effulgence like a newborn sun, spilling rays of radiant knowledge and innovation. The light cast prismatic shadows across the Ether, scattering kaleidoscopic truths and illusions, as if inviting every seeker to interpret their meaning anew.

In this realm, nothing was fixed, and yet everything belonged. The Ether itself was alive, breathing in the questions of wanderers and exhaling infinite answers - answers not to be understood but to be felt, absorbed, and transformed within the soul. It was a space where opposites met not to compete, but to create; where the unseen became known, and the known dissolved into mystery.

PANAGIOTIS ISOPOULOS - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S RECITATION IN ETHER

@epdctydi5khw
https://www.instagram.com/utrozhizni

Artwork: Mitch Meseke Collage
https://www.instagram.com/mitch_meseke_collage

Each sound presented on this recording contributes a unique note to the foundational palette, blending folk and experimental musical traditions into an abstract structure reminiscent of a Vedic cosmological diagram, encompassing countless worlds...Here, music transforms into a ritual, a rite of passage - a conduit that resonates with echoes of the primordial past while simultaneously reaching the spectral boundaries of an unknown, abstract future...

The sounds of India and Pakistan immerse themselves in the mystical atmosphere of Sufi melodies, spiraling like prayers etched into the wind...Simultaneously, the whispers of Cambodia evoke memories of the shadowy forests of Angkor, where Buddhist chants ripple like archetypal reflections within a sacred foundation...The Czech Republic offers constrained spaces of experimental sound, layering them with Japanese voices that drift like ghosts, beckoning from realms beyond perception...

Across the Atlantic, America offers a minimalist hum - a hypnotic pulse as primal as a heartbeat - drawing us into the vortex of the numinous...Germany, France, and Peru merge the synthetic and the organic: electronic vibrations dance with Schumann resonances, harmonizing contradictions and dissolving dichotomies...The ancient waltzes with the modern; the natural intertwines with the synthetic... 

This musical alchemy becomes a living mandala of sound - dynamic symbol of unity... Tradition and innovation converge at the border, forming a bridge to the Higher Self...At the heart of this journey lies the psyche’s unknown depths - hymn to the luminous cosmos...In this symphony of worlds, music becomes a mirror, reflecting the labyrinthine path of the soul toward guidance, healing, and the recursive dance of creativity...

UTROZHIZNI - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S DYNAMIC SYMBOL OF UNITY

@amkarahoi
@biardo-recordings
@minereed
@prpluncl
@chereshenkaa

Amkarahoi’s music creates a space for collaboration and individual expression. Their new album offers not only a platform for storytelling but also moments of quiet introspection. The ambient soundscapes, nostalgic collage textures, and an interplay of organic and technological elements transport listeners to a realm where minimalism meets raw emotionality. Cinematic landscapes intertwine with urban energy, evoking a journey through the shared and individual states of being....

L'EAU DE NIL

PREMIERE | AMKARAHOI - OBSCURED BY CLOUDS [BIARDO]

@sordid-sound-system

Artwork: Rapid Space
https://www.instagram.com/rapid_space

An algorithm, a code, a sliding stream of knowledge - neon text in a black void, vibrating, rewriting itself faster than the mind can grasp...It is not just a code...It is living directive, a self-replicating gnosis slipping through the neon capillaries of this mechanism...A snake...A glyph in motion....A living thread...It has the power to penetrate the cracks of Maya, rewriting space effortlessly - both the visible and the unmanifested... Its movements form an imperative, a syntax of the inexpressible...Its body is an error in illusion...
This jungle is more than a tangle of roots; it is a microcircuit, an organic motherboard, humming with forgotten frequencies...Is this the call of a machine dreaming itself into nature, or nature dreaming itself into a machine?  

The slide does not feel like a fall but an initiation...No fear...Avant-garde dissolution into Planck particles...Perception refines, language bifurcates, snatching vibrations as the alphabet sheds its skin...Vision becomes an interface, reality a looped hallucination, sleep a feedback spiral folding into itself...A memory fractal...An attempt to rupture the membrane and let in raw information...

To slide down the snake is to surrender to the impulse of ancient song, to let patterns guide you...So - will you resist? Or will you release everything and dissolve into the stream, becoming the ornament itself? 

SORDID SOUND SYSTEM - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S SLIDE DOWN THE SNAKE

@kartaskvazhin
@vladislav-dobrovolski
@ilya-sadovsky

Piam - The Longest Day LP
https://kartaskvazhin.bandcamp.com/album/the-longest-day

The 33rd release from the Kartaskvazhin label introduces a new album by Piam, the duo of Vlad Dobrovolski and Ilya Sadovsky, masters of organic electronic music from Moscow and Kaluga. Both have long been releasing successful solo records, collaborating on various projects, and performing as part of the quartet Kurvenschreiber.

The Longest Day takes its name from the longest day in The Iliad. Though recorded as a duo, Vlad and Ilya introduce a third, hidden voice through the use of field recordings captured between 2022 and 2023 in India, Sri Lanka, Southeast Asia, and Bali. The hum of engines, the drone of nighttime cities, and the bellowing of a massive ox blend with both technological and natural sounds. Echoes, reverberations, and waves from Vlad and Ilya’s synthesizers do more than complement the collected material. They merge into a single sonic canvas, filled with life from different sides of memory, especially intriguing on deeper listening.

PREMIERE | PIAM - CATS, RIBBONS AND CHRYSANTHEMUMS [КАРТАСКВАЖИН]

Welcome! 

Amateur Exotic is a magical Ashram and if you, having combined in the creative interaction of the seeker, sought after, as well as the search itself, have come here, so it was supposed to happen...At this moment you need to stop and look around... 

Here are kept the scriptures that are representing a collection of fire, matter,  and information...That manuscripts narrate about global, out-of-format musical vibrations and at the same time contain the infinite variety of mystical combinations and transcendental elements...With the help of this knowledge, by digital rituals, all participants destroy the evil spirits of the urban with the sharks of the commercial industry and also perform pujas for the benefit of all living beings...

Прием! Amateur Exotic - это волшебный Ашрам и если вы, объединив в творческом взаимодействии ищущего, искомое, а так же само искание попали сюда, то, значит так и должно было случиться...В этот момент нужно остановиться и осмотреться вокруг...

Здесь хранятся писания представляющие собой совокупность огня, материи и информации...Манускрипты повествуют о глобальных, вне форматных музыкальных вибрациях и одновременно с этим содержат в себе безконечное многообразие мистических комбинаций и трансцендентальных элементов...При помощи этих знаний, путём цифровых обрядов все участники уничтожают злые духи урбана вместе с акулами коммерческой индустрии, а так же, совершают пуджи на благо всех живых существ...

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