It means "Right Turn".

Inspired by the Iranian Rast Panjgah mode.

Rast Gard

Man below

Written by James Geer

Words and words ad nausiam
A simple tortured phrase
A fiery sermon free of thought
An Endless verbal maze

Tailored sharply to the beat
Or curtly curtailed
Vague and seldom to the point
Or cogent and detailed

Words to dance around a point
Words to take up space
Some to precisely convey
Others to erase

Iambic pentameter
Free verse free of rhyme
Verses to reveal the truth 
Others to waste time

Verses setting premises 
Others to ignore
Some that make the final cut 
Others on the floor

Finally a closing thought
Wrapping up the song
nothing here for you to see
Time to move along

Words

Autotelic Blue was improvised in a trance-like state of mind (state of intense focus on a task thought to be just within reach) in which no notion of 'self' or of 'I' or ego is possible. There are many wonderful improvisational artists here present, who will know what I mean.

Autotelic Blue

Liner Notes by the editors:

Little is known about the band that has created this song. Most of this little information can be gleaned from the website of FMT, whom a previous SHELLF LIFE release can be attributed to. We caution that we do not know if any or all of this information is outdated: https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/shellf-life-interview.html Unfortunately, the Furico Team was not available for commentary, since they are launching quite a different kind of historic project on kitchen label.  

Some questionable facts regarding STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN’s release are related in quite a verbose and unreliable way tinged with judgemental interpretation and interspersed with pseudointellectual preconceptions here:   https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/shellf-life-paraphernalia-and-parerga-2025 (German original, as far as we can discern). According to that ‚account‘, the recording of STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN was found on a self-burnt disc (ha, that ancient Nero joke!) in a forgotten chest. The poem used in this recording is the only item that can be traced to an author (jo richter) who was kind enough to allow us to reprint here. Obviously, the references to the war-inflicted tragedies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki make it of  special importance at this moment in history, not only because of current tensions, but also because those two catastrophies happened about 80 years ago in August 1945. We therefore decided to release the two versions known thus far as a vinyl single to the general public, accompanied by an image attributed to the same author as the poem.


Strangelove's Brain

another pensive pariah
spotted on the outskirts
of Hyperbolea, Parolia
avant, avant, sempre vorwärts

keeping the obvious captive
locked in a by a reverse smirk
another dementia denier
Hiroshima, where shadows lurk

and the moon keeps rising, rising
every other day, socializing
with singed hands on bare rocks

iron out unseemly locks
to keep face, straight, straight
little boys take progress' bait

A: Strangelove's Brain  (nuclear mix)

Featuring https://www.bandlab.com/scootbornluv     Lyrics and vocal performance.    https://www.bandlab.com/ktawktaw  Production and arrangement.

COMMUNICATE featuring https://www.bandlab.com/scootbornluv

Soundscape with new soft synth =Infinite flow!! awsome!

Arashi no Torai  :soundscape with  Infinite flow (Nice soft synth!!!)

stompy monster

36 grad 
und es wird noch heißer 
mach den beat nie wieder leiser 
36 grad 
kein ventilator 
das leben kommt mir gar nicht hart vor 
36 grad, grad, 36 grad, grad

36 degrees
and it's getting hotter
never turn the beat down again
36 degrees
no fan
life doesn't seem hard at all
36 degrees, degrees, 36 degrees, degrees

36 Grad (2raumwohnung Cover)

this was material i had in the pipeline from 3 weeks ago and nearly forgot after holidays ;) new Stuff coming soon

noxpox - DUMBPERMAN

Your Love is my Drug (Epic Meditation Music)

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️