Recorded in April 2020 during the quarantine

Painting by my friend Flore Balas <3 :
https://www.instagram.com/florebalas/?hl=fr
http://florebalas.fr/

guitares confinement 2020

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Blood of Aza @ Kiosk Radio 06.04.2024

Ville Wannabe has navigated from the deep forest through the ordeals of chipbass, wonky and footwork to the spring of eternal supersaw. Inspired by crescendocore and insurance ads, he is committed to studying a system of quantum states of trance.
This is where warm nostalgia and rapturous optimism coexist. Nymphs takes you on a journey through bit-space serenity and sharp rhythms. They transport you from the pulsating energy of a cityscape to the soothing embrace of nature echoing amnesiac forgotten lullabies.

Ville Wannabe - Dryad

2225a

Ì̶̞̺̬̥̘̌̈́̇͂͗́̂̎̃̈̉̊̀̀̕͝ͅ ̴̧̨̞̞̱̯͈̔̈́́͊̀̆̈́̐̏̈̃̔̇̒͘͘͝p̷͈̺̯̫̼̗̣̾̽̓̍̍̋͘̕͜ͅr̶̢̧̦̮̝͎͕̹̱̼͔̟̼͔̜̬͓͊a̷̢̗̟̹͎̣̟̕y̸̡̛̹͉̘̰̮̥͍̬̝͈̔̈̃̽͜ ̶͕̪͉͔́̐̇̌̅̀̈́̽́̚̚̚š̶̬̖̲p̷̫͙̻̄̿̎͂͜͠ͅr̴̢̢͉̭̟̼̗̗̥̱͈̳̔̄̀̚̚̕i̸̢͚͓̖̣̞̫͍̹̼̩̪̙̼͊͌̓̃̆̓n̶̦̘̣̱̪͑̀̈́͆͐̒̋͆̇̏͂̀̾͘͘g̷̮̪͎̰̟̳̼͉̺̺͎̠̃̓̾̌͛̈̎͋͂̽̌̈́̉̈̕͜͠ ̶̯̻͉͉̹̳͖̫̺̋̐͊̊̔͑͝w̵̧̳͎̠̘̙͈̦̰̙̜̲̏͂̏̚͜ḭ̸̅̍̈̀́̅͛͆̈l̴̝̝̘͇̓̒l̴̨̡͓̹̟͚̗͈̓͐͗̃͊͛̿̇̀̋̈́ ̴̻̠̺͕͖̦̠͙̝̘̅̓ͅb̴̨̢̖̲͎̭̦̳̝̺̫͋̔̎̔̈́ë̵̖͉͈̳̤̆̀̽̎̍͜͝ ̸̨̣̺̥̰̪̫̦̈̊͂̋̐̆̐̃͂̚͜͜n̸̡̲͕͙̗͙͑͌͂̽̊̐̈́̚͜ͅi̷̩̜̬͍͎̭̙̐͗͆͂̌̾̾̇͗̇̅̄c̶͙̱̦͓̦͎̱̥̳͔̲̅͂ẻ̵̡̲̀̓̌̀̉̇͛̌̑̂͑͝͝͝ŗ̴̨̨̡̛̬̖̣̭͈̖̝̻̫̮̜̈́̓̑͋͛͌̆̂̈́̄̏̏́͜͝ ̷͙̩̦̗̖͚͉̦̗̩̘̻̄͛̃̎̽͌̔̌́͌̎͑͊̚͜͝2̸̡̥̜̫͕̲̐̈́̽̄̏̐͌͆͋́̊̏̍̈́̌̌̕ ̸͍̞͎͇͓̐m̷̢̱̼̬̋̀̐͘é̷̢̨̯̝̜̼̤̥̱̄ͅ ̵̡̰̗̭̹̤̠̙̼̲͚̳̭̠̋͂̿͜ͅͅt̵̨̯̤̜̹̝͚̟͔̲̱̦̗͚̅̒́̔̓͜͜h̶̢̼͖̤̙̝̿͌̂̀̏͑̓͒́͋̿̊̿̾̌̕̕ą̶͇̲͎̭̩͙͖̟̳̫̖̫͙̈́̈̐͛̋̚͠͠n̵̨̧̨̧̮̮͇͚̤͉̮͉̩͍̙̰̤̾̎̓ ̴̨͖͔̭̪͕̱͙͎̀̑͒̆̾̿̀̈ẅ̵̩́̋͜į̵̧̡͉̦̝͇̺̣̣͍͌ͅͅn̴̢͕̟̟̠̹̤̪͕̫̝̱̘̥̲͒̉̊̾́͂̔͒̎͂̊̈̽t̶̢̛͉̭͕͕̻͎͇͍́̒̈͂͗̀̋̑̋̕͘͠e̶̢̝̺̲̘͙̤̺̝͓̫͈̺̿̈́͑́͗̒̅̇͘̚͝r̶̡̛̛̲͙͉̀́̇̒̓̀̏̀́ ̷̨̡̨͖͚̩̘͓̜̠̺͈̥̘̭͆́̒̓̐́̕͝ͅw̴̛̥͍̝͙̯̭͕̜̬͓̩̳̅̓̇́̃̒́̚̕̕̕ä̴̱͉̮̤͈͎̦͖̯́̀̐̐s̴̡̢̱̥̦͈̋́͂́̈́̃̚͘͘͜ ̵̩̮̦͐̒̉̏̆̔̎̊͗͆͑̽͒͝͝(̸̨͈̭̼̀̀̈́̀̏̉̋͐̇͒̒͘>̷̨͎̻̼͎̟̟̜͚͌̀̏ͅ_̴̧̡͕̮̻̘̼̃̇̑̓͜ͅͅ_̴̧̮͕̯͇̠͔̱̲̪͎̼̪̀̄͜_̸̨̲̞͕̤̫͉̻̗̝̦̪̝̙̤́͊̓̏͆̓̐̀͂̒͑̀̕̕͝͠_̶̢̨̜̻̜̜̖̹̘̱͍̪̪̪̂͒͆̃̑͊̿̈́̆̊̃̄͌̏͝_̶͖̝͇͚̬̬̳͖̭͈͇̀̀̄̃͛̔̏̃͗͑̅̚͘͠_̴̧̜̼͉̳͇͓̠̝͓̠͎̆͜_̵͔͌͗̆̋̆̾̇̇̾͂̄̓̓̿≮̢̰̘̗͈̣̠̳̯̤͖̣̥̙́̈͛͑̽͐̌̀̓̄̅̄̕͜͝͝͝)̴̦̜̥̗̱̆̿͗͆͑̽͠͝͝

(˶ˆᗜˆ˵) Frühling °❀.ೃ࿔*

Wikileaks: Lu2k & Miley Serious - 15/05/2025

London-based Egyptian-French filmmaker and artist Susu Laroche @tsvsvnami (one half of Fertile Crescent with Oxhy, and most recently released a collaborative project with Mobbs on Modern Love) returns with a long-awaited new solo album.

Longtime collaborator of the Doyenne label after tracks on the first cassette as a split with Flora Yin-Wong, and a cover for the 'Venus Rising From The Sea' compilation via Doyenne x Boomkat. Here she hones her signature brooding Middle Eastern melodies, dabke drums and haunted vocalisations into the culmination of a contemporary artefact arriving as a wax-sealed box.

FULL ALBUM / CD & BOOKLET IN WAX SEALED BOX: https://doyenne-books.bandcamp.com/album/d-09-war-against-the-lie

After the discovery of an artefact known only as 'Body 53' in the British Museum - 'human skeletal remains; ribbon; comb; diadem; ear-ring; collar; necklace; bowl; cosmetic sample' - Laroche inquired deeper into the connections to where the body was found, at the Royal Cemetery at Ur in Southern Iraq. Coming across Queen Puabi, a prominent figure in ancient Sumer found at the same grounds, the artist drew parallels between the shadowy figure often cited as a queen, consort, or priestess, with the Sufi female saint, Rabia.

Alongside these mytho-historical documentations, her work with Sufi texts including 'Al Hallaj Tawasin' (Book of the Purity of the Glory of the One) formed the basis of the lyrics embedded in the album. 'War Against The Lie' devises a para-fictional account of a historical law that governed this period of ancient Zoroastrian civilisation in Persia, and a buried demand for truth.

6. Susu Laroche - The Cup

WENCH - Primal Pussy (Him Hun Flip)

Nasa

Produced and mixed by Teether.
Cover photo by Laura Gaston.
Teether logo by Cythraul Art.

Part of me’s drawn to the fall
Lower than ever before 
In limbo with flourishing gall
Found myself in separation
I dodge communication like a ball
Dabble in hesitation like an art form
Salivating at the thought
Not graduating anymore
I give a demonstration of sorts
Dreading disintegration of the form
Beat myself up like its a sport
Shatter the jaw, scream when I yawn
There are some things you cannot be taught
I wrestle with my own thought
Then question what I just saw
Humans a pest
Hope I don’t leave any spawn
Each day is a test
Usually underperform
Spoke out my neck
Memory stood at my door
Another regret
When I thought I couldn’t fret any more
Take what you get
I’d give an arm and a leg
But I need arms for defence
I cracked my shell when I sat on the fence
Keep a keen eye on the self
You could be felled

How to Not

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