The new Forwind release comes courtesy of Vienna based artist Jakob Schauer. “In death I am caressing you” is a seven track twist of ghostly disruptions, glitched electronics and vaporous blasts of noise.

In death I am caressing you’s sounds are generated from a wide array of analog and synthetic sources in an attempt to build “hyperrealistic acoustic atmospheres and sonic gestures.

The latest Forwind release will be available in a limited edition Digipak and digital.

In death I am caressing you

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UNEARTHED

SERAYR02: Satellite Era presents "Year Two: Revisited" - a charity-based compilation that features handpicked artists we invited to remix our discography and celebrate our second year as a record label.

Out now on all major platforms:

100% of the proceeds made from this release will be donated to Medical Disaster Response, a nonprofit that supports the people of Ukraine with necessary medical aid. Their team works shoulder-to-shoulder with Ukrainians on the frontline to deliver supplies directly to those who need it the most. They also coordinate with other non-government organizations for evacuations and refugee transportation.

Learn more: medicaldisasterresponse.org/what-we-do

Taken from our most popular EP of 2021, Swedish producer Lazarus Moment’s “Never Return” (SERA009) quickly became a standout track among listeners in our community. Inspired by the future garage pioneers that came before us, we sought out someone who shared those same influences - this made it easy to invite Boston-based artist ROBY. His remix keeps the track’s core qualities intact: galloping drums, emotive pads, and a persistent low-end layered beneath its atmosphere. He personalizes the rework by adding his own recorded vocals to it, which is a first in the Satellite Era catalog.

Earlier this year, frequent label collaborator Agent O delivered one of the most anticipated releases in our short history. Reaching faraway places amidst the internet music sphere, the project made its way back home to Chicago and into Ricky Digital’s workstation. The mysterious producer takes “That’s Enough Of That” (SERA012) and turns it into an over the top track well-equipped for a lively, peak-hour DJ set. Already heavy on the bassline and drum work, the remix takes a less serious approach by throwing in humorous vocals and quacking duck samples, all while maintaining its original aggression. The short-spanned but fun song leaves us with one very important question: who is Ricky Digital?

Our last visit to the Distant Arrays series brought us deep into the realm of jungle and drum ‘n’ bass. Upon arrival, we welcomed Zuni back for a track called “Growth” (SERA010) that pushed the envelope of his minimalist style. Shortly after its release, it caught the attention of Los Angeles-based artist RamonPang, who was very eager to take on its remix duties. Focused on a much longer progression than the original, he effortlessly introduces new elements throughout the track’s 9-minute duration. The repetition works as intended - it maintains the energy while bringing excitement each time a fresh percussive sound or synth enters the space.

Our label’s most recent release came from Turkish producer Fosil, a rising start in Istanbul’s underground scene. Packed with serious dancefloor weaponry, “Anti-You” (SERA013) took a more experimental approach than the rest, showcasing frantic drums and a clear nod to breakcore influences. With a desire to keep its eeriness unscathed, we reached out to the inimitable Sectra to fulfill the prophecy. A longtime friend and huge inspiration of ours, he turns the track into a slowed, spaced out rework that boasts gritty textures and a poisoned groove. His subtle yet effective use of sampling leaves remnants of the original on a harrowing trail, paving the way for a proper ending to this project.

We are immensely grateful for the support we have received over the past year.

CREDITS

1. Never Return
Nils Kirchberg - original production
Gabriel Di Giustini - remix, master

2. That's Enough Of That
David Olivares - original production
????? ??????? - remix, master

3. Growth
Ryan Mooney - original production
Ramon Tumbucon - remix
Amir Mashayekhi - master

4. Anti-You
Berhan Yıldız - original production
Jon Linskey - remix
Amir Mashayekhi - master

Nic Juister - cover art, visuals

BUY / STREAM

Zuni - Growth (RamonPang Remix)

Self-assembling glitch by Disektor.

● Geometric Corruption - @gemetric-corruption
● Disektor - @disektor

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Foward Certainty EP

Self-Assembly

Disektor - Self-Assembly [Rendah Mag Premiere

Giordano transmutes sound for VOITAX.

● VOITAX - @voitax
●  Giordano - @giordano

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Transmute EP

Friction

Giordano - Friction [Rendah Mag Premiere]

tracklist:
Ikuko Morozumi - Introduction Voices From The Earth
Burial - STRANGE NEIGHBOURHOOD
D-Leria - Il Giardino Degli Unicorni
Unknown Sources - Unreleased
Datach’i - Luminist Modular
Burial - NEW LOVE
Hexalyne - Scatter ES
Martin Stig Andersen - Menu
Joshua Sabin - Array
Baseck & Pilo - ML3A
Roly Porter - Passage
Xhin - Unravel
Surachai - An Unfamiliar Reflection Activates A Gate (Featuring Aaron Harris)
Baseck & Pilo - Severance feat. Paul Barker (Pilo's Broken Mix)
Ben Frost - An Empty Vessel To Flood
Arca - Knot
Anthony Baldino - Fractal
The Haxan Cloak - Fall

Objective EP7

Someone promised to wait.
To wait beyond.
Beyond the hourglasses and the mounds of swollen flesh.
Beyond the cuneiform codices, the spiral labyrinths, the bone flutes of extinct birds.
Past the pyramids of time and the colossal granite dolmens slumbering beneath Antarctic glaciers.
But no one came back.

The song is the lament of those who still hope to say goodbye.
To say goodbye fiercely—with their eyes, with their hands, with everything that exists beyond the body.
To part with such violence that reality thins, and the blazing ground of grass takes on the texture of dragonfly wings.
The voice of the one still waiting calls out, demands, roars through the wound that a heavy slab carved with the word “LOVE” can barely cauterize.
The slab of a forgotten grave, in a windswept cemetery on the Atlantic coast.
At the edge of a cliff where—warmed by magma beating to the phases of the moon—earth, ocean, and sky fuse together: into amber, into lead, into cobalt.

When those who wait begin to sing, their voices pierce the unyielding concrete of nuclear reactors, the crust of the earth, the frozen core of the gas giants in the solar system.
Their voices rattle dead loudspeakers, tear through the white noise of radios lost in the ether, whisper in the echoes of abandoned cathedrals, and sigh in crackling exhaustion through the worn-out waiting rooms of hospitals.

You can’t stop their voices from rearing up inside your eardrum, nesting forever in the synapses of your auditory nerve—so you can carry them far.
Perhaps all the way to the one who never received the goodbye.
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Alguien prometió esperar. Esperar más allà. Más allá de los relojes de arena y de los montículos de carne tumefacta. Más allá de los códices cuneiformes, de los laberintos en espiral, de las flautas de hueso de pájaros extintos. Allende las pirámides del tiempo y los colosales dólmenes de granito que dormitan bajo glaciares antárticos. Pero nadie volvió.

La canción es el lamento de los que esperan poder despedirse. Despedirse intensamente. Con los ojos, con las manos, con todo lo que hay más allá del cuerpo, despedirse con tal violencia que la realidad se adelgace y el suelo fulgurante de hierba adquiera consistencia de alas de libélula. La voz de quien aún espera reclama, inquiere, brama a través de la herida que una pesada losa con la palabra "AMOR" apenas logra cauterizar. La losa de una tumba olvidada, en un remoto cementerio azotado por el viento del Atlántico. Al borde de un acantilado donde, calentados por un magma que late siguiendo las fases de la luna, tierra, océano y cielo se fusionan; en ámbar, en plomo, en cobalto.

Cuando cantan los que esperan, sus voces atraviesan el hormigón implacable de los reactores nucleares, la corteza de la tierra, el núcleo congelado de los gigantes gaseosos del sistema solar. Sus voces sacuden altavoces desconectados, rasgan el ruido blanco de las radios perdidas en el éter, susurran en las reverberaciones de catedrales abandonadas, y suspiran crepitantes en las extenuadas salas de espera de los hospitales.

No puedes evitar que sus voces se te enjirafen al tímpano y aniden eternamente en las sinapsis de tu nervio auditivo, para que las lleves bien lejos. Tal vez hasta quien no pudo recibir el adiós.