@minereed
@biardo-recordings

Artwork: Ventral Is Golden
https://www.instagram.com/ventralisgolden

In the heart of the Reed Nebula, where the interplay of light and shadow crafts an eternal twilight, ancient enigmas lie shrouded in cosmic mystery. Glowing akin to the embers of long-forgotten constellations, this nebula is a loom where dreams are woven from stardust, tales spun into existence that resonate through the boundless expanse...

Amongst the celestial reeds, which sway in harmonious cadence to melodies sung by unseen choirs of cosmic sirens, a symphony of nebulous hues emerges...This ethereal music resonates through the vast ether, stirring dormant galaxies from their slumber and birthing newborn stars into existence...

Within this astral haven, where swirling nebulae and shimmering reeds dissolve the boundaries of reality, the mundane world fades into obscurity... Here, the spirit ascends on wings woven from starlight, the mind expands like the infinite cosmos, and the soul discovers its most profound sanctuary among the stars and the verdant foliage of distant jungles...

MINEREED - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S REED NEBULA

@specklesound
@pataphysicaltransmission

Artwork: Cut.Wise
https://www.instagram.com/cut.wise

Amidst the enigmatic embrace of dense sandland, where the silvery fingers of the moon carve an arcane sigil upon the fabric of night, there exists a spectral ladder, ethereal in essence, ascending defiantly beyond the gnarled sinews of ancient sands. It dares to breach the very sanctum of the canopy, navigating through a tumultuous ballet of scarabeus, snakes, and the subtle hum of cosmic forces.

Upon this ladder, suspended betwixt heaven and earth, the moon's ethereal markings converge with a shape unseen, a phantom rung dangling tantalizingly, hinting at the existence of realms yet uncharted. It whispers promises of the ineffable, urging souls toward transcendence, beckoning them to venture where the conventional bounds of reality falter and fade.

In this clandestine dance with the numinous, new paradigms unfurl like delicate petals, revealing behaviors hitherto unimagined, emotions that weave intricate tapestries of connection between kindred spirits. Curious arrangements intertwine, binding us to one another through threads of esoteric understanding, forging customs woven from the gossamer strands of hope and renewal.

Thus, in this realm of infinite possibility, novel games of existence emerge, each a revelation, an origami of the soul, unfolding to disclose the secrets of the universe. They are the keys that unlock the metaphysical gateways, inviting intrepid souls to traverse the ethereal folds, transcending the known and embracing the enigma of what lies beyond.

HIDDEN RUNG - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S UNSEEN RUNGS CAN EXPAND OUR RANGE

@sabla
@twinsystem

TLPITS02 : Lurched Purple (ii)
The second of three tapes - ‘Tendrils Lurched Purple In The Slush’.

LUCHED PURPLE

PREMIERE | SABLA - FLAMES BALLAD [TWIN SYSTEM]

@wavetemples
https://possiblemotive.bandcamp.com/

Further into the jungle, the submissive touch of the deepest thicket. Of beachside oracles and openers to the path of penetrating rituals of night...

Moist treasure...Exotic dream...

Close your eyes for a second and you might find yourself on a windswept plane, deserted beach, or in a tranquil forest...

TABOO

PREMIERE | WAVE TEMPLES - FORBIDDEN RITUAL (JUNGLE DESIRE) [POSSIBLE MOTIVE]

Cooked by @baster-jazzster

Artwork: Fon Something
https://www.instagram.com/fon_something

In the mystical realms of sound, where the vibrations of exotic melodies intertwine with the unseen, there exists a transcendent symphony known only to those who dare to explore the ethereal corridors of the mind. This esoteric composition, woven from the threads of tribalorientalism and bathed in the whispers from the Nirvakalpa, beckons the listener into a dimension where time dances in rhythmic undulations.

The notes, like veils of sound, reveal glimpses of hidden truths, inviting the curious soul to embark on a journey through the labyrinthine passages of consciousness. The melodies, inspired by the esoteric wisdom of distant lands, resonate with the mysticism of the East. Instruments, both familiar and otherworldly, come together in a cosmic dance, creating a tapestry of sound that defies conventional boundaries. The rhythm, like a heartbeat synchronized with the pulse of the universe, guides the listener through the shifting sands of perception.

In this auditory pilgrimage, the seeker becomes a voyager, navigating the spaces between notes and the silences that linger in the air. The exoticism of the music is a vessel, carrying the listener into the heart of a sacred sound ceremony, where the boundaries of the mundane are blurred, and the spirit is free to dance with the infinite.

01. Roger Melt - L'Am OuSons Bois
02. Drapizdat - Кутабы (@dada_papa, @not-not-fun-1)
03. Dino Sabatini - Plena Lunar (@dino-sabatini, @outis-music)
04. V.A.L.I.S. - Zenbaba (@lostlegion)
05. Apichat Pakwan - Lao Cow (@apichat-pakwan)
06. The Disciples - Kalpa
07. Nyati Mayi & The Astral Synth Transmitters - Try Sunshine (@nyatimayitheastralsynthtransmitters)
08. After Altamont - Tha Spasw Koupes (feat. Dunja Botic) (@insideoutrec)
09. Adel Dhibi - Sabrin (@magicritmo)
10. GFH - Reves Rave (@planettrip)
11. Sim Fossil - Montezuma (@mistert-records, @SimFossil)
12. Soos - Chula (Dance Mix) (@soosisoos)
13. Jun Miyake - Flesh For Eve (Chöko Aba Edit) (@chkkba)
14. Dj Duch - Czas Ucieka
15. The Two Mamarrachos - En Calma (@the-two-mamarrachos, @coyotesounds)
16. Raimunda Navarro - Jungle Fever (Ethnic Mix)
17. Frank Loef - Bazaar (@frankloef)
18. Sound Of Mô - Oki (Club Mix)
19. Paolo Mosca - Ethnictronic (@alteredcircuits, @paolomosca0402x)
20. Paolo Modugno - Visioni Di Pietra
21. Rainbow Generator - Rainbow Raga
22. Dion Monti - Trigu Ucupi (Dion Monti Edit) (@dion-monti)
23. Dj Fary - Peruviana (@magiccarpetrecords)
24. Gem Wallow - I Am 5 Months Old (Simple Symmetry Remix) (@simple-symmetry)
25. Khidja - La Frutta (feat. Tamir Hassan Chen) (@khidja, @malka-tuti)
26. The EQ's - Habib

AMATEUR EXOTIC - AMATEUR EXOTIC'S WHISPERS FROM NIRVAKALPA

@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

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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