This album represents my personal vision of dub music. Created using an instrument not typically associated with the genre, it blends experimental electronic textures with the classic foundations of dub. All tracks were recorded live on a modular synthesizer, paying tribute to the authentic spirit of traditional dub and reggae production. The only exception is track 8 — a live recording from 2016, created using samplers, synthesizers, effects, and melodica. The guitar part was performed by Maksim Mikhnev, and the session was recorded through an analog mixing console... Roman Spin. 

Pre-mastering by Anna Dike. 
Mastered by Alexander Shvoev at Kemchug River Studio. 
Artwork by Margarita K. 
Design: Techenie Design. 

Roman Spin - Failed dub

Roman Spin - Midnight dubbing

Roman Spin - Disturbed

Roman Spin - Dune

Roman Spin - Intro

Roman Spin - 25.04

Roman Spin - Unwary dub

Roman Spin - Walking dub

They say they're nice guys on the internet
And if you think about it
Isn't that the worst thing a guy could be?
Anyway

Do you ever think of Brazil?
I don't think about it
Not that much
Really

Brazilian guys on Twitter
It's like
Do you think about us?
Do you know we exist?
Not really
Brazilian guys on Twitter
They keep going like
Do you know us?
Do you love us?
Please come visit
It's like
Guys
You don't know me
You don't love me
You don't want me to come visit

Do you know me?
Do you love me?
Do you want me to come visit?

Do you ever think of Brazil?
I don't think about it
Not that much
Really

Brazilian guys on Twitter
It's like
Do you think about us?
Do you know we exist?
Not really
Brazilian guys on Twitter
They keep going like
Do you know us?
Do you love us?
Please come visit
It's like
Guys
You don't know me
You don't love me
You don't want me to come visit

Bazilian Guys on Twitter

Clink on the rim and the room goes tight
Forks line up like troops in the night
Turkey looks calm but the heat ain't light
Family cold war sitting pretty in sight

Yeah we walk in slow with the coats still damp
Kitchen lights buzz like a military camp
Grandpa stares long like he reading a file
Cousin on edge with a counterfeit smile
Auntie drops jokes like she buying some time
Uncle plays nice but he’s priming a line
Tension on tilt, you can smell that smoke
Every grin rehearsed like a holiday joke
We all take seats like the scene been blocked
Mom on the far end keeping eyes padlocked
Turkey in the center like a neutral zone
But every carved slice got a trigger tone
Table talk thin like a cracked veneer
Everybody laughing but the cracks appear
Politics sleeping at the edge of the plate
But one wrong word and the mood rotates
We pour that wine like a peace accord
But the peace ain’t real, just a dinner reward
All these toasts sound sweet at first
But each one's hiding a loaded burst

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Front room coated in a warm gold tint
But the air feels heavy like a coded hint
Kids run around but the vibe ain’t pure
You can sense the storm that the walls endure
Dad taps twice on the edge of his chair
That’s the old signal, the “don’t go there”
Mom’s soft laugh got a tremble in pitch
Grandma’s eyes twitch when the cousins switch
Conversation flips like a faulty fuse
Someone brings up news, that's a family bruise
Sudden silence thick like gravy poured slow
Everybody waits for the temper to blow
Uncle starts smiling but the smile’s too wide
Cousin checks out, staring off to the side
Mashed potato mountain on a trembling plate
But nobody hungry for the family state
Turkey gets carved like a history page
Where the truth gets blurred in a performative stage
Every bite chewed like a lie rehearsed
We feed on the peace but the peace is cursed
Under the table our knees knock stress
Holiday cheer just a tactical dress

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Voices too loud like they masking fear
Chairs shift left when the past comes near
Laughter goes high like a studio track
Engineered bright to keep conflict back
Kitchen door swings like a warning sign
Footsteps quiet on a fraying line
Somebody mentions a forgotten debt
Room goes cold like a silhouette
Turkey steam rises like a fragile truce
One bad joke and the flames get loose
Everybody staring at a glass half filled
Trying not to spill what the year has killed

Glasses clink while the truth stays hid
Plastic smiles on every grown up kid
Turkey looks calm but the fire ain’t dead
Every toast hides a bullet aimed at a head
Glasses clink while we fake that cheer
Plastic smiles but the line’s unclear
Turkey sits proud on a throne of lies
Every toast hides a bullet in disguise

Dinner winds down but the cold war stays
Silent in the hall in the after-days
Turkey long gone but the heat remains
Quiet little ghosts in the family veins

Turkey Cold War

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.

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