Under the solemn gaze of Furthermore the gears of hatred and wrath grind down the bones of humanity into sustenance, digested deep within the bowels of the earth, where the roots of its ancient trees pull the flesh from the ramparts of civilization and giants move as clouds of remnant dust above the lungs of the Internal Forest. Beneath our feet the earth quakes with hunger below, awaiting the spoils of The Division Cycle to rain down and fertilize the Innermore landscape.


"way down
below us

roots and bones
grabbing all

feed the earth
more flesh and blood

barely full


way down
below us

roots and bones
grabbing all

feed the earth
more flesh and blood

belly full”

Division Cycle

Bandcamp

Grinning Cat

Card Nation

Art by Odilon Redon, "I Am Still the Great Isis! Nobody Has Ever Yet Lifted My Veil! My Fruit Is the Sun!" (1896)

Kenoma (To Go Without Light)

From Throb, shiver, arrow of time
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Ultra valid

Finchè il cielo non si oscura

~ IIKKI 027 ~

music : Pruski
artwork : Paul Cupido
album : Drifting Stones
duration : 33.05 mn 
date : May 05th 2025

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Composed, recoded and mixed by Pawel Pruski

Mastered by Taylor Deupree 
Artwork by Paul Cupido
Design by Sprflxgrfzm

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Pruski - Lark

The track from my new album "between". 

In this album almost all the sounds have been recorded by myself. 

Thanks for the support! I have bought the MIDI keyboard AKAI on Your money from made earlier purchases. And i have used my new midi keys in the track "all fires...". 

The artwork by Alexey Vagin (www.flickr.com/photos/alexey_v). 

a girl who carried a jar

Ravedeath, 1972

Analog Paralysis, 1978

Rainer Veil are Liam Morley and Dan Valentine, two friends who met while studying contemporary music in the north of England. The pair began improvising and making drones in a dark basement before incorporating a broader palette and forming Rainer Veil as an ongoing concern last year. ‘Struck’ is their first EP and debut for Modern Love, following an appearance at the label Boiler Room takeover in August 2012.
The ‘Struck’ EP incorporates recordings made over the last year and extends from the rewired Jungle ruckus of the title track to the more emotive formation of ‘Wade In’ and ‘Bala’, through to the hazy closer ‘Yield’. There’s a melancholy pop pulsing at the heart of these tracks, coloured by a love of electronic mutations from UKG and Hardcore rave to House and Techno, most evident in the unusual recording process undertaken while constructing the EP. Each track was re-worked from radically different first drafts, often starting life as more recognisable and structured songs before being dismantled into more abstract shapes: percussion degraded and layered, vocals fed through analog delays, samples reworked at the wrong speed and re-sampled to tape for added warmth: the narrative all mixed up.

Bala

Komorebi

Little Sunset

Tomb of Wights is the fifth installment in the evocative and collaborative Tomb series.

The mammoth stone mouth gapes silently as it swallows you in its maw. Within this primordial darkness lies the tombs, peregrinations into nothingness. Your flame is starving, reaching to the low ceiling, leaving charred stains in the fractured rock. Then there's a whisper, not of your own manifestation and you soon realize the dead are speaking, they are reaching for you...

Analog Paralysis, 1978

Tim Hecker