🔮 HECATE MAMA NOSSA

by Collettivo Undersound

🎙️ A ritual blues transmission Born in the dark, aligned to the sun. Moon-taught, glitch-fed, soul-synced.

🕗 We count to eight. 🌞 We chant the names. 🌑 We invoke the night to find the light.

🌀 Hecjate mama nossa. Lagba nosso baba. Lehna legba. 🚫 Not a song. A system. 📡 Not a band. A frequency. 🛸 Not a place. A portal.

⚡ Collettivo Undersound is not here to perform. We are here to resonate

🔮 HECATE MAMA NOSSA🔮

🎶 COME CENERE TRA DOSSI E PARADOSSI ESISTENZIALI Collettivo Undersound

🌱 Back to the roots. Collettivo Undersound does not make music to sell, but to channel ✨. Every track is a ritual 🔮, every frequency a neutral vibration 🌌 seeking resonance with the universe.

🎸 We record with home‑made instruments: old guitars from Texas 🤠, banjo 🎵, fiddle 🎻 — objects carrying memory. 🤖 AI is not our creator but our sculptor: it shapes the sound, carves it, makes it unique.

🔥 Reggae hypnotizes us. It is the rhythm that allows us to summon 🪄, to bind spells and feelings 💫, to call the right energy ⚡. The one that vibrates. The one that responds.

📦 This album has been in the drawers for years. Now it is time to open them 🗝️. 🌍 MMF and Mirko speak seven languages 🗣️, and for us it is natural to create in Italian 🇮🇹, Creole 🌴, German 🇩🇪, and English 🇬🇧. Because language is not just speech — it is sound 🎤, form 🌀, vibration 🌊.

💚 Creole fascinates us: that “mumble bumble” accent scattered across the waves 🌊, making everything more real, more profound. It is vital. It is transmission.

🚫 We are not here to sell. 🌌 We are here to channel.

🎶 COME CENERE TRA DOSSI E PARADOSSI ESISTENZIALI Collettivo Undersound

🌱 Ritorno alle radici. Collettivo Undersound non fa musica per vendere, ma per canalizzare ✨. Ogni traccia è un rito 🔮, ogni frequenza una vibrazione neutra 🌌 che cerca risonanza con l’universo.

🎸 Registriamo con strumenti fatti in casa: vecchie chitarre dal Texas 🤠, banjo 🎵, violino 🎻 — oggetti che portano memoria. 🤖 L’AI non è il nostro creatore ma il nostro scultore: modella il suono, lo plasma, lo rende unico.

🔥 Il reggae ci ipnotizza. È il ritmo che ci permette di evocare 🪄, di legare incantesimi e sentimenti 💫, di chiamare l’energia giusta ⚡. Quella che vibra. Quella che risponde.

📦 Questo album è rimasto nei cassetti per anni. Ora è tempo di aprirli 🗝️. 🌍 MMF e Mirko parlano sette lingue 🗣️, e per noi è naturale creare in italiano 🇮🇹, creolo 🌴, tedesco 🇩🇪 e inglese 🇬🇧. Perché il linguaggio non è solo parola — è suono 🎤, forma 🌀, vibrazione 🌊.

💚 Il creolo ci affascina: quel “mumble bumble” sparso sulle onde 🌊, che rende tutto più reale, più profondo. È vitale. È trasmissione.

🚫 Non siamo qui per vendere. 🌌 Siamo qui per canalizzare.


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🌑 Liminal State of Unconsciousness

by Papa BooLoo 🌀 A sonic portal through rain, roots, and resonance

🎧 Genre: Ritual Blues / Mythic Ambient 🔔 Mood: Ethereal • Reflective • Glowing 🌊 Keywords: #drumtree #bellcode #moonritual #unconsciousstate #PapaBooloo #soundalchemy

📸 Cover Art: 1200×1200 square — glowing drum embedded in tree roots, bell suspended above, moonlit rain.

🧿 Iconography:

    🌙 Crescent moon = dream threshold

    🥁 Drum = unconscious resonance

    🔔 Bell = awakening signal

    🌧️ Rain = liminal descent

    🌳 Tree = rooted memory

📡 Available on: SoundCloud • Bandcamp • Ritual Archives IPFS

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🎧 Track Title: King of Cats, Ruler of Ground 🧿 Artist: Papa Boo Loo 📍 Genre: Ritual Blues / Mythic Underground / Spoken Trance 🎷 Structure: 2 verses • 1 chorus • mantra • sax solo • closing chorus

🪑 Sitting on a bench, waiting for my sunny sky… A descent into tunnels of glass, where freedom is a mirage and demons whisper in reflections. This track blends poetic blues with ritual mantra, invoking gods without sight, summoning breath without armies.

🐾 I am the king of cats, ruler of ground. We live in silence. We echo. We resist.

🌀 Mantra Invocation: Mama mea de culpa, Mama nossa, mama nena, O baba nossa, haum haum haum...

A trance of syllables, a spiral of breath—this is not a chorus, it’s a summoning.

🎷 Saxophone Solo: A cry from the void. A ritual break. Then the chorus returns—mirrored, fractured, eternal.

🔗 Listen if you feel:

    The underground calling

    The silver spoon pressing on your eyelids

    The need to summon your own gods

    That freedom might be a tunnel, not a light

🐾📍🧿King of Cats, Ruler of Ground 🧿📍🐾

🎶 De Cimolais a Ert – Papa Boo Loo

✨ This is not a simple album. It begins with two shamanic drum pieces, BPM 176, double kick. But the structure itself is a spell:

    🔺 Triple beat (3/4): opens perception.

    🔹 Trance groove (6/8): frame drums and hand percussion.

    🔸 Powerful cycle (9/8): the door to the spirits.

The drum opens the ceremony, the door swings wide, and the dance begins. From this ritual rhythm, built on Open D tuning, we recreate the magical environment to connect with our ancestors.

🪄 The Mantra

Every track is a fractal reflection of the mantra:
 
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna
O mama baba mama nena mama lehna

🌄 Baba is Ovalda, named after Mount San Osvaldo. She was my putative mother, speaking Ertano, a dialect of Ladino, very old, born in Erto, part of a magical family.

    🌿 Nena is Maddalena, her sister. We loved each other deeply, like son and mother. Tall, beautiful, green shining eyes, dark mountain skin — a woman of class and strength.

    🌙 Lehna is my daughter Lene, who died at age 11 in Milan, taken by pollution.

This album asks the world of spirits to deliver the most beautiful message to them: we never forget.
🏔️ The Place of Erto

Erto lies in Friuli Venezia Giulia, at the crossroads of three regions, yet it stands alone. Tradition says it was founded before the Roman Empire by a tribe of Cimbri women fleeing war. They found a small island in the lake and called it Eretto — “standing.”

    🔮 Refuge of prophetesses.

    🚫 Men were not welcome: violent, greedy, liars.

    🎨 Only artists were accepted: liminal beings, bridges between the realm of the dead and our world, the radio of connection.

🎤 The Production

Even though the mastering was done with Suno, we created the voices in overtuning. The producer sings with the throat technique Khoomei, perfect for this ritual sound. The result vibrates powerfully, like an ancestral call.

❤️ The Legacy

This album carries that heavy, ancient legacy. It tells my granddaughters that magic can be real — not fantasy, but memory. Memory keeps alive the magic of love.

Because at the end of the day, it is always and only a matter of love.

P.S. This work is a bridge: between Erto and America, between past and future, between the world of the living and the spirits.


Al principio fu il verbo

Tre batùi Stria canta

E mi canti, mi canti, mi canti

Verda, verda, el sol se leva

## 🇮🇹 Introduzione (Italiano)

🎛️ **Siamo SGLL666**  
Collettivo undersound di hacker, musicisti e spiriti liberi.  
Usiamo l’AI, ma non ci facciamo usare.  
Produciamo musica, la puliamo, la sigilliamo, la archiviamo.  
Abbiamo creato un sistema che elimina i metadati compromettenti, firma ogni traccia con un codice ritmico, e restituisce all’artista il controllo sul proprio suono.  
Non vendiamo l’AI. La suoniamo.  
Se sei qui, forse vibri come noi.

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## 🇬🇧 Introduction (English)

🎛️ **We are SGLL666**  
An undersound collective of hackers, musicians, and free spirits.  
We use AI, but we don’t let it use us.  
We produce music, clean it, seal it, and archive it.  
We’ve built a system that removes compromising metadata, signs each track with a rhythmic code, and gives artists back control of their sound.  
We don’t sell AI. We play it.  
If you’re here, maybe you vibrate like we do.

E mi canti, mi canti, mi canti

Undersound Label