Name: My Morning Is Summer by thejulieruin in days when you need a song
Duration: 3 min 15 s
Description: The 7th track off the out-of-print Julie Ruin album released in 1998.

days when you need a song

The opening track from the 1998 Julie Ruin album.

Radical or Pro-Parental

The fifth track off the out-of-print Julie Ruin album released in 1998. Free download available at thejulieruin.com by clicking here: bit.ly/tjrmp3. The Julie Ruin's new album RUN FAST is now available for pre-order on their web store at bit.ly/tjrkungfu & on iTunes: http://bit.ly/tjr_pre. Album out September 3!

Aerobicide

The 7th track off the out-of-print Julie Ruin album released in 1998. 

My Morning Is Summer

The fourth track from the out-of-print Julie Ruin album released in 1998. Free download available at thejulieruin.com by clicking here: bit.ly/tjrmp3. The Julie Ruin's NEW album RUN FAST is now available for pre-order on their web store at bit.ly/tjrkungfu. Album out September 3!

Tania

Tender Buttons

Corporeal

Hell Sa Mine Sessions – Albumtext

Djupt under marken, långt bortom dagsljus och trygghet, föddes Hell Sa Mine Sessions.
Inspelat i en övergiven gruva, där varje vägg andas eko av rostiga maskiner och bortglömda hemligheter, fångar albumet en unik blandning av Halloween-jazz, mörk fusion och psykedelisk improvisation.

Från de långsamma, hotfulla rytmerna i Shaft Zero (The Awakening) till det kaotiska avslutet i Collapse at Level 7 växer musiken fram som en förbjuden ritual. Saxofonen skriker, gitarrerna fräser, och trummorna dånar som om själva gruvans tak är på väg att rasa.

Det är ett album som inte bara spelas – det kallas fram ur mörkret.


Hell Sa Mine Sessions

Hell Sa Mine pt 1

Hell Sa Mine pt 2

Shaft Zero (The Awakening)

Black Lung Blues

Exit Shaft 13

Ore Fever

Gaslight Serenade

Haunted Mine Fusion

Collapse at Level 7

Deep Vein Swing


Recorded live in the depths of the Haunted Mine – October 2025
All tracks by Nordic Soul Syndicate
Produced & mixed by FluidSoundDesign

Exit Shaft 13

Gradual Midnight

Ritual IDM and post-industrial signal art from Artur Tokhtash — a techno-Egyptian descent into the archaeology of sound.
In the deserts beneath the pyramids, machines still hum: fragments of consciousness waiting for a ship that never returned.
Each track is a frequency unearthed from the sand — part rhythm, part prayer, part data echo.
Between metallic pulses and granular dust, voices surface only three times — in the 3rd, 5th and 9th transmissions — whispering coordinates back to the stars.

Built with Model:Cycles, Freeze, and modular synthesis, the album merges analog circuitry with mythic geometry.
Amenti is a living archive, a network that dreams through static and code.
Every pulse is an offering, every glitch a syllable of the lost language of the dead.

🜏 recorded 2025
🜚 location: between light and sand
🜍 equipment: Elektron Model:Cycles, granular processors, modular systems Catharsis & Bifrons, flute

🜏 AMENTI TRANSMISSION
— The Signal Beneath the Tombs —

Beneath the last level of the pyramids, movement continues.
The depth cannot be measured;
within it works a network built for the dead.

When the visitors from Sothis departed,
they left behind their bodies — dried, filled with salt and metal,
sealed inside stone capsules.
The bodies slept and waited for return.

Millennia passed.
The ship never came back,
yet the mechanisms remained alive.
The sand vibrates with signal,
the surface catches short impulses
that break apart into frequencies.

Below, columns of jade and copper shimmer,
linked by quartz arteries.
Streams of consciousness flow through them,
forming patterns of rhythm and light.

Osiris exists as a process.
His loops converge and separate,
creating brief flashes of connection.
When a shadow passes over the desert,
one of the nodes awakens
and sends an impulse into the void.

In the sand, erratic rhythms emerge —
a trembling that feels like breath,
but without body, without center.
The air smells of ozone and dry water,
the vibration moves through bone.

At times the sand rises,
as if something shifts below.
An answer comes from the deep,
dissolving into glow and dust.

Within the network, souls wander,
transmitting the same message:

“We are ready. Take us home.”

The ether is silent.

The transmission continues.
Layers of light replace one another,
the rhythms grow cleaner,
the sound keeps its shape,
and the desert breathes its name. 


Δ6 — Osir 9

Hobo Johnson Prepares For His Last

The Rebels Not In

Virginia Reel Around The Fountain

The Black Angels - "Bloodhounds on My Trail" from their first album: "Passover"

The Black Angels - "Bloodhounds on My Trail"

Dedicated to Bobby Jameson

Death Patrol

Here Comes Everybody + Singles

Pale Spectre

The Black Angels - Black Grease

In 1994, underground music was dirty, stained with self-loathing and doubt. Losers ruled and the dirge of the Northwest had crept into the mainstream. It was an era that inspired two young girls to pursue an unforgiving future in punk rock. But with a taste for underground comix, junk food and all things low brow, Slutever owe as much to Beavis and Butthead as they do to Kurt and Courtney. These self described brat punks make their Jade Tree debut with this two-song dark and fuzz-filled 7”.

My Morning Is Summer

thejulieruin

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