Star Gardener

Flight of the Winter Wren

Fox Kin Forest

Lacassine

From the 1991 album The Father, The Son & The Holy Ghost on Body/Antler-Subway Records in Belgium.

The Holy Ghost

D307 - FAIRY FLEET

Presented for the Autumnal Equinox! Experimenting using a mixer for the first time (it's real rough, be gentle lol). Early sketches for a larger project (that won't sound much like this) based on Lemora: A Child's Tale of the Supernatural. Sources: VHS rip of Lemora dubbed to cassette and a field recording made on the Autumnal Equinox, September 22, 2024, in Graceland Cemetery. Special thanks to the coyote and Inez, who watched me stand in the rain for 20 minutes.

Sketch for Lemora

sp.t,,,f.re

This album, crafted entirely within a subharmonic framework and meticulously processed through tape manipulation, stands as Concepción Huerta’s sharpest work to date—undoubtedly her most abrasive, intense, and exhilarating. Her signature remains intact: a practice deeply rooted in drone, musique concrète, and hauntingly visceral textures—a kind of soundtrack that evokes powerful, image-driven narratives.

Conceptually, Huerta’s sonic vision evokes an image of open veins, not human veins, but those of the earth itself, the open veins of Latin America. These nervures are, in truth, rivers of lava; fury transmuted into fire coursing beneath the land until it erupts. The album is, in a way, a reflection on dispossession, resource extraction, and colonization. But beyond being a historical commentary—one that some might relegate to a forgotten past—it is also a reminder of the present, of how these practices persist in contemporary, postmodern guises.

It serves as both a tribute to the literary work of Eduardo Galeano, one of the most influential voices of Latin American leftist thought, and a howl from the Lacandon jungle in Mexico, resonating with the Zapatista struggle, the resistance of the Guaraní people in Paraguay and Argentina, and the voices of Indigenous communities across Latin America.

In the 16th century, a book titled Visión de los vencidos (The Broken Spears) was published in Mexico, compiling Nahuatl texts that presented the unofficial history, the account of the defeated. Concepción Huerta’s album El Sol de los Muertos (The Sun of the Dead) is not a call to action nor a reactionary manifesto, but an invitation to reflection, a historical reexamination. It urges us not to accept the official narrative at face value and serves as a warning, to remain vigilant and, within our capacities, resist the resurgence of fascism and colonialism in all its modern forms.

Recorded by Concepción Huerta in 2024 between Berlin, The Hague, and Mexico City. Volcano photography by Magaly Ugarte. Mastered by Rafael Anton Irisarri at Black Knoll Studio, New York. The cover was risograph printed in Barcelona by Mateo Barbuzzi aka Club del Prado. Design by Daniel Castrejón in Mexico City.

El Sol de los Muertos

cassette or digital

Los Ecos de las Voces del Silencio

THE CONSTRUCTIVIST BROTHƎRHOOD: Let the panic ensue Claire de Lune 
De courtes vignettes audio peuplées d’un casting de personnages réinventés douteux: Hugo Ball + Emmanuel Radnitzky dressed as a pantomime horse, alongside Carl Jung looking rather dapper in a sporty pork pie hat + Mies van der Rohe disguised as a small radioactive radish.
 LIVE @ Rhizome DC :: Friday 02 May 2025


THE CONSTRUCTIVIST BROTHERHOOD Let the panic ensue Claire de Lune

You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag.

Clock strikes twelve, the hallway’s cold,
Hands are rough, the grip takes hold.
Steps go fast, no turning back,
Eyes go dark inside the sack.

You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
No way out, no second chance.
You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
Lost forever in the dance.

Room is bare, the tape runs slow,
Voices low demand you show.
Every breath, another drag,
Every word sinks in the bag.

You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
No way out, no second chance.
You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
Lost forever in the dance.

No windows, no doors, no flag,
No number, no name, just the bag.
No mercy, no light, no track,
No shadow returns from the black.

You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
No way out, no second chance.
You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
Lost forever in the dance.

You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag,
You’re in the black bag, you’re in the black bag.

You’re in the black bag

A tribute to Pierre Henry, pioneer of electronic music and composer of the Futurama theme

Sit still, keep your hands on your thighs, feet flat. Answer only yes or no. Do not speak otherwise.

Is today Monday
Are we in the United States
Is the light above you switched on
Did you ever piss yourself as an adult

Is the door to this room closed
Are you sitting in a chair
Do you intend to answer truthfully each question on this test
Have you ever lied to avoid serious trouble

Before the age of 25, did you ever steal anything from a store
Before the age of 18, did you ever use illegal drugs
Have you ever deliberately provided false information on a government form
Did you ever want to hit your mother in the face

Other than what you have already told me, have you ever committed a serious crime
Have you ever lied to someone who trusted you
Have you ever betrayed a friend for personal gain
Have you ever cheated on someone who loved you

Have you ever hidden something from your family
Have you ever taken something that did not belong to you
Do you know the individual connected to this investigation
Have you ever watched someone die and felt nothing

Do you know the location of the missing documents
Have you ever received money from a foreign source
Are you attempting to conceal information from me
Have you ever lied during this examination

Is the floor under your feet solid
Is the machine in front of you running
Is the ceiling above you flat
Did you ever touch yourself in public and hope no one saw

Is your chair touching the floor
Are the walls around you white
Do you currently know where the weapons are located
Do you currently know who is involved in the operation

Do you currently know when the operation is scheduled to begin
Do you currently know what the target is
Do you currently know who authorized the plan
Have you ever thought about killing someone close to you

Is the clock in this room ticking
Do you hear the sound of your own breathing
Do you want to leave this room right now
Would you give up your dignity if it saved your skin

Have you ever betrayed your country
Have you ever betrayed your family
Have you ever betrayed your own body
Do you think about betraying me right now

Cold room

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.

DAKTYLOI
Sound rake plus mulch spreader.
Ecstatic headphone daymares.
Harsh concrète posturing, what with all the MATERIALS.
Glossless dark ambient toxic nostalgia mud.
Weaponized memory.
Hauntological environs.

RIYL:
Jenga with human femurs.

Record label based in Mexico City, distributed worldwide by Morr Music.

http://soundcloud.com/blkwbear
Vist the official Soundcloud page for BLK w/BEAR; STYLUS turntable ensemble; and BLK TAG collaboration with Chris Videll (Tag Cloud).

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