In Dreams” dives into the light and darkness of love — where desire meets fear and beauty turns into shadow. Recorded with raw guitars, deep analog tones, and pounding drums that echo through restless nights. This is the sound of emotion on the edge — fragile, loud, and real.

In Dreams

An hour of deep, warm, and analog grooves recorded live on two Technics 1210s and a Union Audio rotary mixer.
No sync. No edits. Just pure vinyl energy and a flow built for deep house heads.
Expect smooth transitions, rolling basslines, and underground vibes from start to finish.
Perfect for working, driving, or zoning out to deep wax sound.
🎚️ Recorded live at home studio on vinyl
🎧 Equipment: Technics 1210s, Union Audio Rotary Mixer
🔊 Genre: Deep House / Tech House / Underground House
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Стихи: Александр Вертинский

То, что я должен сказать

Стихи: Дмитрий Мережковский

Страна неизбывного страха

Ottobre -

@flyelf
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Improv Session - Unmn and Frank

Al S. Getzi believes that there is a unique warmth and character to analog equipment that cannot be replicated by digital technology. He spends countless hours tweaking and experimenting with different combinations of equipment to create his signature sound. From the initial spark of an idea to the final mix, he gives an inside look into how he crafts his music. Al believes that music is a powerful form of self-expression and he hopes to inspire others to find their own unique voice through his work. So, sit back, relax, and let Al's music take you on a journey.
Happy Listening.

Dreams

Beach Bats

session 1 is phase, recorded late at night at home. ben came to play records.  
for scratchbook - music as it happens.  

the idea behind scratchbook is simple: capture sound as it happens. no edits, no retakes. every session is a sketch, a page in a bigger notebook of whatever moods and genres come through.  

a selection of underground deep cuts — all on vinyl. 

scratchbook 001 — phase (bE/) · all vinyl mix

We Kill the Charts is a nocturnal confession set to thunderous rhythm — a song that prowls through neon streets and scribbled napkins, chasing the raw spark that no playlist can tame. It’s about making noise your own way — refusing polish, ignoring the map, and finding poetry in cracked vinyl and cigarette smoke. Every beat feels like rebellion dressed in melody, a storm of sound that remembers what it means to mean something. This is not about topping charts — it’s about breaking them apart and writing your name in the static.

We Kill the Charts ist ein nächtliches Bekenntnis auf donnerndem Rhythmus – ein Song, der durch Neonstraßen und vollgeschriebene Servietten streift, auf der Suche nach dem Funken, den keine Playlist bändigen kann. Es geht darum, auf eigene Weise laut zu sein – ohne Hochglanz, ohne Plan, mit Poesie aus Vinylknistern und Zigarettenrauch. Jeder Beat klingt nach Rebellion in Melodieform, nach einem Sturm, der daran erinnert, was Bedeutung wirklich heißt. Hier geht’s nicht darum, die Charts zu stürmen – sondern sie zu sprengen und den eigenen Namen im Rauschen zu hinterlassen.

We kill the Charts 

Lights cut low, vinyl snaps
Yeah, we start like that

I write on napkins in a diner off 5th and grey
Black coffee burned, my name on the edge of the page
Old tram bell rings, some kid spits verses in the rain
They nod, then go home — I leave a crater with my name
Concrete smells like history and my chorus eats the stage

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
Oh, we don’t play nice — watch the lights
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

My hook’s a grenade in a cheap white T-shirt, pockets full of songs
A busted amp, a cigarette, three nights and a million wrongs
Subway tiled with echoes of the rhymes that never quit
I drop a line — whole rooms learn to breathe to it
Radio DJs whisper, “Who the hell wrote this?”

They told me “don’t” like it was a map
I tore the map, now watch the atlas fold

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They fold like cheap advice — louder, twice
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Vinyl crackles, my melody licks like winter on the tongue
Teenage ghosts in thrift-store jackets sing every line unsung
I put a crooked grin on the moon — it laughs and leans in close
My songs are crooked maps, they find the parts you never chose
A streetlight signs my name, a stray dog howls in Morse

We wrote a war on silence — bloodless, beautiful, and loud
I taught the night to bow

Cameras blink — influencers talk, but their stories fall like ash
My chorus is a storm surge, your playlists turn to crash
Leather boots, late trains, a motel mirror reading truths
I barter bars for atmosphere, I steal your worn-out boots
They come for the crown — I hand them a mirror, watch them pass

One verse, one cut — and your favorite song forgets its lines

We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice
They drown in our device — feel the bite
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Boom!

I sneak poetry into the pockets of your morning commute
Slip a hook into the coffee steam until the whole car’s mute
That laugh you can’t place — that’s my chorus carving space
My words are small obsessions that won’t leave your face
We’re not polite — we’re precise; we’re not loud — we displace

I wrote the sunrise wrong — then sold it back as anthem

We kill the charts — we don’t play nice
We kill the charts — they fold, they fold
Na Na Na — Na Na Na — sing until the night
We kill the charts — no, we don’t play nice

Say our names like they’re an accusation
Say them slow — like a verdict
Mmh mmh mmh — Da Da Da

Vinyl fades, the tram goes on — the city keeps its secrets tight
A neon heart on 7th and Brown still pulses in the night

Quiet…


We kill the Charts

Frank creates a unique soundscape in the transition from noise to music. In 2023, he has arranged his improv set with hints of melodies, sporadic rhythms and sound structures formed by a variety of analogue sound samples. These are integrated into the digital signals of a no-input mixer. Another element is the Super Resonator. This is a resonator guitar modified by Michael Danner. Driven by a motor, the strings are set into permanent vibration and generate a endless sustain. This leads to a radical change in the sound and handling of the instrument.

Al S. Getzi, a talented musician renowned for his expertise in creating electronic music using analog gear. Witness the mesmerizing process as he skillfully manipulates a vast array of vintage synthesizers, drum machines, and other analog equipment to craft his unique sound. With a large mixer console at his fingertips, Al S. Getzi effortlessly blends elements of Techno, EDM, House, Dubstep, and Club music genres, resulting in an exhilarating mix that will leave you craving for more. Immerse yourself in the nostalgic charm of reel-to-reel tape recording as Al S. Getzi showcases his mastery in capturing the essence of his music. Prepare to be enthralled by the fusion of classic analog techniques and contemporary electronic music.

Was born on Earth.
To thank:
https://sonaturum.bandcamp.com/

Federico J. Bramanti. I love recording songs⛩️♥️

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