Thank you as always for your listening time and thoughts - it drives us all.  And this most incredible of valleys is in the Lauterbrunnen Valley in Switzerland - taken from Wengen.   

jamie

The Awakening

What do we?

If by any means I may provoke to emulation them which are my flesh, and might save some of them.

Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O Lord God of hosts.

I sat not in the assembly of the mockers, nor rejoiced; I sat alone because of thy hand: for thou hast filled me with indignation.

Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?




Jeremiah 15:16-18
King James Bible

friends of the mammon of unrighteousness;

because of thy hand: (Mission Beach)

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World In Flames Pt 1 - Where Might Makes Right

track a fusion by fictionalive

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // all tracks in one list
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/world-in-flames-no-wait

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // Mini Album in a Set
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/world-in-flames-no-wait-spoiler-we-wont-mini-album



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World in Flames Pt 2 - Expect Adapt or Burn

track a fusion by fictionalive

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // all tracks in one list
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/world-in-flames-no-wait

World In Flames - No Wait Spoiler We Won't // Mini Album in a Set
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/world-in-flames-no-wait-spoiler-we-wont-mini-album

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World in Flames Pt 2 - Expect Adapt or Burn

Listen on all platforms: https://idol-io.ffm.to/jerk-as-night-falls
Support on Bandcamp: https://jerkmakesmusic.bandcamp.com/album/as-night-falls
Listen to the DeepMatter Catalogue: https://tinyurl.com/dm-catalogue

Buy / Listen

underwater

The revered Japanese noise artist stops by for a regular NTS slot, playing some surprising selections from his diverse & deep record collection. 
Find the full tracklist and related episodes on NTS: https://www.nts.live/shows/merzbow/episodes/merzbow-13th-november-2025

Merzbow 131125

Change - Demo

Flags stir in the warm morning air
Trolley wheels hum under a small crowd
Players lift their voices into the blue
Trumpet bright, clarinet smooth, trombone steady
Sidewalks open to dancers and wanderers
The old street lamp glows as the city finds its tune

We parade and bring the street alive
We raise the rhythm over the tide
We let the horns carry our refrain
We dance until the sun forgets the night

Brass echoes down Royal Street with laughter near
Children spin beneath the soft willow shade
Banjo rings, bass drum thuds, rhythm moves free
Night and day blend and the air turns to music
Lantern light glints on shoes as beads fall and roll
We hold our story in every beat
Horns fade into sunrise and the city wakes

We parade and bring the street alive
We raise the rhythm over the tide
We let the horns carry our refrain
We dance until the sun forgets the night

We march through alleys where the river meets brick
Our laughter travels through the folds of time
Each note lifts like a banner above the roofs
Together we become the shape of the parade

We parade and bring the street alive
We raise the rhythm over the tide
We let the horns carry our refrain
We dance until the sun forgets the night
We parade and bring the street alive
We raise the rhythm over the tide
We let the horns carry our refrain
We dance until the sun forgets the night

We parade

Alice's Expanded Granular Dreams

Jamming on synthesizers and a drum machine, using a looper pedal to make techno live sets, with added layers of jazz.
Lets pull back the curtain on live, improvised techno.
The 159th Episode of the improvised, jammed-from-scratch, live techno-with-jazzy-sprinkles improvised show is here. 

It's entirely made up from scratch, started from zero, no pre-programmed sequences, loops or anything. Join me as I try and come up with a set off the top of my head using synths, drum machines and a looper, and layer jazzy sprinkles of electronic jazz piano over the top. 

Celebrate midnight and the beginning of the weekend!

Help me pick a random patch for the microfreak.
Full stream here https://youtube.com/live/u_I3924XCMM
Website www.jonathanrcross.com
Patreon - www.patreon.com/jonathanrcross
Merch - https://jonathanrcross.bigcartel.com/
Gear list https://benable.com/JRC
Watch me build a live set from scratch every Thursday at 2300 UK time

Techno (live) with Jazzy Sprinkles - Episode 159

First official instrumental release by EDBLK band. Follow us for more.

PRELUDE (Instrumental)

[歌詞]
Feel the night keep rollin  
街のネオンが burnin  
Drive me slow, in the motion  
君の eyes が speakin  

Stay with the rhythm, don't let go  
その vibe が flow  
We ride on the stereo  
Just you and me, let it show  

窓の外 滲むライン  
曖昧な距離を揺らす time  
Midnight call のような tone  
Baby, can you feel my zone  

高鳴る鼓動を sync して  
君の影に dive して  
Every step we take tonight  
Slow but the beat feels right  

Feel the night keep rollin  
街のネオンが burnin  
Drive me slow, in the motion  
君の eyes が speakin  

(uh yeah)  
Break it down like summer rain  
I lose myself in your chain  
(uh huh)  
香る風が blend  
To the beat we can't pretend  

冷めた coffee の残り香  
思い出す your smile so far  
You said “we’re just cruisin’”  
でも本音は losin’  

交差点の light に溶けて  
消えそうな voice を重ねて  
No reason to hide it now  
Feel the rhythm, take a bow  

Feel the night keep rollin  
街のネオンが burnin  
Drive me slow, in the motion  
君の eyes が speakin  

Stay inside this endless groove  
二人の影が move  
Take me where I can’t refuse  
Baby, just me and you  

(oh oh)  
浮かぶ記憶は blur  
(yeah yeah)  
Still, I follow your curve  
(feel it now)  
Let the rhythm collide  
(so high)  
We're on the other side  

Hands up, slow down  
今夜は fade out  
Hands up, slow down  
愛は phase out  

Feel the night keep rollin  
街のネオンが burnin  
Drive me slow, in the motion  
君の eyes が speakin  

Stay inside this endless groove  
二人の影が move  
Take me where I can’t refuse  
Baby, just me and you

CRUISELINE

destroy

Sirens slice the distance and I grip my prayer like iron
My soul patched together after hunger after desire after sin
When faith starts fading I strike that ember until it flares
This grind taught me to lift my eyes when the weight drops low
I hold a fire inside no dark corner can choke
I watched too many brothers fall because they stopped believing in the smoke

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

Street pressure hisses regret and offers traps with friendly smiles
My scars are medals lifted high without a trace of shame
When shadow leans heavy I answer with a flash that blinds
The urban drum keeps calling through the walls that still resist
I repeat my vow and wake the ember that refuses sleep
I become the beacon burning for the ones who lost their speech

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

Listen to the drum in your chest striking against the ground
Rise up fill your lungs answer the horizon with sound

I am the child of pavement and the rise of steady hope
When dawn rips through the night my salvation climbs the slope
I carry the ember of faith running fierce inside my veins
I walk on I rise I become the promise I claim

The city roars but I keep my spine straight
My inner fire pushes through every alley I navigate
Redemption walks beside me with steps that never slow
And this ember in my chest leads me to the dawn’s first glow

I am the child of pavement

In the wooden pews we rise together slow
Choir lifting dawn in a warm golden glow
Hands reaching high through the storm we knew
Soul fire burning in a bright breakthrough
The Hammond hums like heaven turning keys
Bass line breathing steady with the breeze
Here in this house of hope our hearts renew
Under moonlit rafters we find our groove

Sanctuary groove lifting us in light
From old church memories to a community bright
Drums and keys rising till the soul ignites
In the warmth of our gathering the world takes flight

Sunday morning laughter drifting through the hall
Band hits the break and the whole room stands tall
Joy moving freely where we all belong
From quiet whispers to a dancing song
The groove becomes our shared declaration
Hammond swelling loud in liberation
In that rising breath of a united floor
We taste a freedom we have waited for

Sanctuary groove lifting us in light
From old church memories to a community bright
Drums and keys rising till the soul ignites
In the warmth of our gathering the world takes flight

Let the Hammond swell like halos in the air
Let the guitar call back in a soulful prayer
Cymbals shining softly as redemption nears
We are one we are strong in the rhythm we cheer

Sanctuary groove lifting us in light
From old church memories to a community bright
Drums and keys rising till the soul ignites
In the warmth of our gathering the world takes flight
Sanctuary groove our voices unite
In the cradle of the groove we claim our right

Sanctuary groove

My face arrives before I do
My shadow stays behind
Two breaths collide in a hallway
Neither one is mine

I am the crack
and I am the thing that breaks
The mirror calls out numbers
that do not match my name
I wear three silhouettes
all stitched wrong
each one tugging at
a different future
A voice tries to speak
but fractures into dust
before it leaves the tongue

Identity peels off
in thin translucent sheets
I stack them
I lose them
I chase the wrong one
down an empty stairwell
Walls tilt
clocks melt
pronouns misfire
My reflection shifts tempo
and walks away
without waiting for me

I am split
I am splitting
I am the echo of a self
still negotiating its borders
Nothing holds
Everything rewrites
A name dissolving into static

Inside a room made of unspoken versions
I meet myself
but he is taller
and he is tired
and he is someone I do not recall
He asks if I remember the fracture
I answer yes
but the word leaves in two directions
both wrong
both true

Horn screams sideways
tearing vowels from the air
Piano collapses
keys scattering like broken identities
Drums stutter
heartbeats refusing alignment
My body replays old memories
out of order
out of sync
out of self

I am split
I am splitting
Echo on echo
layer on layer
A language cracked open
by the roar of becoming
Nothing fits
Everything reveals
A self made of fragments
bleeding into each other

Night folds inward
I follow a version of me
I have never met
Footsteps overlap
I multiply
I vanish
I return
as something unfinished
something unnamed
something finally allowed
to be broken

I am splitting

In corridors of graphite light I trace a stuttered frame
Shadows flicker gently like a code beneath the flame
Questions drift in mosaics on an empty moving plane
I walk between the chords of clarity and doubt again
The skyline mirrors patterns in a mind with shifting grids
Each tile a restless cadence where the meaning softly bids
A tremor hides below the hush where silent thoughts collide
Searching for the blueprint drawn in someone else’s mind

Here the tempo bends and rhythm leans to doubt
Edges sharpen slowly while the frame turns inside out
Undercurrents tighten waiting for release
Tension holds its center poised between unease

Mirror of the modern pulse revealing hidden beats
Through woven lines of thought that echo in the streets
Hovering between the knowing and the blind reprise
Suspended in the form where contradiction lies
Through labyrinths of shifting moods we trace the frame
Sophisticated tension whispering a name

City lights scatter like notes on a score I barely read
Rhythm pulses steady underneath the steel and speed
Impressions move like fragments of a half-remembered creed
I search the harmonic undercurrent for something true to lead
Between the lines the bass walks soft in a shaded groove
The drums speak broken meters in a restless, forward move
And in the space between I chase the shape the fractures leave

In the mirror’s crack I see the center of my doubt
A suspended key unresolved and reaching out
Blueprint shifting slowly as the old lines fall away
I lean into dissonance to light another way
Waiting for the moment forms return and re-array

Mirror of our modern pulse revealing what we hide
In tangled webs of shifting moods we learn to ride
Balancing the known against what we cannot grasp
Architecture of thought in a tightening clasp
Through crooked halls of meaning shaped by unseen hands
Sophisticated tension guides our future strands

Blueprint left unfinished and the puzzle still at play
We stand amid the fragments ready for a new day

Mirror of our modern pulse

I walk the halls where midnight lessons never fade
Echoes of elders drifting through each wooden blade
Their footprints guide me in the rooms where giants stood
Holding the craft the way a keeper of fire should
Every note I play is built on hands that paved the way
Old records whisper truths my youth can’t betray
I tune my heart to every lineage they refined
Carrying the weight of heritage inside my mind

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning like a slow and steady flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
From the conservatory grind to the late night stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising in the lines we play
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Metronome clicking like a clock inside my bones
Morning scales echo through the practice stones
Pages stained by years of sweat and dedication
Phrasing carved in decades of refinement and patience
I walk a path where every master left a sign
Each subtle gesture tied to a sacred line
My modern horn lifts what the old souls gave
A bridge between the present and the ones we save

Discipline shaping every breath I claim
Tradition burning like a slow and steady flame

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
From the conservatory grind to the late night stage
We defend the craft from age to age
Heritage rising in the lines we play
Respect for the elders guiding the way

Let the wisdom of the past stay etched in our tone
Let the rigor of the masters shape how we’ve grown
Every modern step is anchored in their sound
A compass we follow as the years turn around

Raise the standard keep the lineage alive
Honor the voices that taught us how to survive
In every measured phrase and every blue-note sway
We carry the elders with us today
Heritage glowing in the lines we play
Respect for the past lighting the way

Raise the standard

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

音楽制作が趣味のベーシストです。楽曲の基本コンセプトは、グルーヴィーなリズム、優しいメロディー、そして聴き飽きない没入感です。様々な音楽テイストをミックスしています。現在はジェネレーティブAIを活用していますが、2025年にはDAWにてトラックパートを差し替え、生楽器をRECしオリジナリティを確立する予定です。もし私たちの音楽を気に入っていただけたら、フォローしていただけると嬉しいです。ありがとうございました。

I am a Bassist whose hobby is music production. The basic concept of my music is groovy rhythms, gentle melodies, and an immersive experience that you will never get tired of listening to. I mix a variety of genres. We currently utilize generative AI, but in 2025 we plan to replace track parts in DAW and REC live instruments to establish originality. If you like our music, we hope you will follow us. Thank you very much.

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popoems series / hyper media reports 
2001 / 2011 / 2024

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Tooncastle upon Tyne based Technobeats generator.

Independent record label based in London.

LPs + Merch 👇
www.deepmatter.bandcamp.com
www.deepmatter.co.uk

Keith better known by his stage name Phantom Electric Ghost or alter ego Josephine Electric, is a dedicated electronic musician and producer, hailing from Concord, New Hampshire.  Phantom Electric ghost is a one-person band that has been his vehicle for expressing sounds and concepts that Jones calls Expansive Sound Experiments or sound paintings.  Jones is a cancer survivor who overcame a level 3 Sarcoma in 1997.   

2019, PEG released on his indie label Expansive Sound Experiments “The Flower That Blooms at Midnight in the Tomb” and synthwave and experimental album created almost entirely on the Teenage Engineering OP-Z multimedia synthesizer and sequencer. 


Phantom Electric Ghost has collaborated with artists such as Chernobello.com (for the cover of the album II Infinitum in 2017) and ALT+CTRL+K (Kiri Margaros) on the same project.  Deeply influenced by progressive rockers such as Emerson Lake and Palmer, Genesis, and YES; PEG is also rooted in New Romantic (New Wave), Jazz(Sun Ra), and Funk (Prince, Parliament Funkadelic, and Sly and Family Stone).  This diverse mix of genres is what makes up Expansive Sound and what make Phantom Electric Ghost a unique musical endeavor.  



Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PhantomElectricGhost/  @PhantomElectricGhost
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Website:

www.PhantomElectricGhost.com

Jazz/Fusion keyboard player, composer and producer.  Marketing, advertising, publishing and sales career.  Originally from Chicago, where I developed a strong appreciation for the blues and classical, and moved to New York, where jazz and the fine arts are so deep.  Key musical influences include Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock, Jimi Hendrix, Joe Zawinul and Weather Report, Chick Corea and Return to Forever, John McLaughlin and the Mahivishnu Orchestra, Stanley Clarke, Scott Henderson and Tribal Tech, Jeff Beck and Jan Hammer, Mike Stern, John Scofield, Pat Metheny, Emily Remler, McCoy Tyner, Bill Evans, John Coltrane, Jimmy Smith, Joey DeFrancesco, Larry Young, Buddy Guy, Santana and Earth Wind & Fire.   Former classical clarinet and piano player.  Unless noted, my music on SoundCloud was composed, recorded and performed using only keyboards.  An avid photographer.  Many covers here are my shots.  To see my photography look for Herbiejazz on Instagram or search for Herbiejazz on Google.  And a big thumbs up to SoundCloud and the SoundCloud community, and so many friends who have joined me to create.  Thank you all.

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