🔥 Album Manifesto – Who Created the Devil?
🌀 Ritual of Release

This album was born as a gift, dropped ahead of the producer’s birthday. No market rules, no waiting for approval chains — just the freedom to sit down on that day and hear the music breathe. Every track is both a song and a coded ritual, translating scores into prompts, rhythms into syntax, and lived memory into sound.
🧩 The Mantra Protocol

At the heart of the record lies a shared denominator: words looped like mantras, repeated across songs to open portals.

    “I tied up time, three times, six times, nine again, then I started over… dis be my freedom.”

    “I tied up de wind jus’ to feel ya breath, three times in de black moon, seven in de full moon.”

These phrases recur across multiple tracks, executed like recursive functions. Repetition becomes invocation, numbers become gateways, and freedom emerges from the loop.
🎶 Track‑by‑Track Rituals

     Always find my way to Rome ⏳ Wandering blues mantra, 3‑6‑9 loop as survival code. Gravel, dust, Tacoma frost — every verse a debug trace of exile.

Three times, six times, nine again  🌬️ Wind, sun, and time bound in mantra syntax. Hoodoo chorus repeats across songs, each invocation a function call.

I rise, I fall, I circle back 🔥 College Station exile, oysters and church bells. Freedom vs chain recursion — the loop itself asks the question.

Sista Christina rolled in RedBay 🐴 Playful chaos: saints, donkey rides, pacifiers turned devil devices. Mischief as root access, hoodoo blues as child’s daemon code.

  Bible Belt blues, holy tongues and sighs🐈 Rooftop flight vs church hysteria. Proofs rejected, freedom found in rooftop recursion. Irony protocol: prayer vs flight.

Who made the devil, and why he came for me 👹 Origin myth: horn on the forehead, shadow daemon at birth. Recursive chorus asks identity — unicorn or cursed child? Blues as vibe coding, survival as syntax.

🛠️ Beyond Control – Ritual Mastering

Collettivo Undersound doesn’t stop at composition. The mastering itself is a ritual act, executed through Bash scripting. Each .wav file is processed, sealed, and renamed with sigils, using SoX to sculpt bass, treble, compression, and gain.

This isn’t just technical polish — it’s perfection beyond control. Each track is ritualized, sealed, and stamped with its own sigil. Mastering becomes part of the myth: automation as invocation, Bash as hoodoo syntax, sound as code.
🌑 The Sonic Architecture

Every instrument is a variable in the ritual code:

    Lap Dobro slides and taps = invocation operators.

    Two guitars = call‑response threads.

    Bass = deep driver.

    Stomp box = double‑time clock pulse.

    Harmonica = error wail at emotional peaks.

    Drum machine = subtle texture daemon.

    Cello = harmonic shadow accent.

Together they compile into smoky back‑porch delta blues, hoodoo dreamscapes, surreal atmospheres between firelight and church echoes.
🕯️ Concept Kernel

This album is not about lids and pots, nor about devils in kitchens. It is about portals, frequencies, and the courage to bend rules. It is about turning lived history — Boscoreale, Pompeii, missionaries, exorcisms, moon landings — into coded sound. It is about proving that writing a score and writing code for AI are two faces of the same act of creation.




Three times, six times, nine again

📩 Tutto inizia con una mail da Believe.“Mi dispiace, non possiamo approvare la release… perché nel titolo c’è un trattino.”

Un trattino! Un underscore! 🤦‍♂️La tragedia del secolo. Manco fosse esploso il server.

Mario guarda la mail e dice:“Ma da quando un underscore è illegale? Che siamo nella Corea del Nord dei metadati?” 😂


💾 Torniamo al ’99.Windows piangeva se mettevi uno spazio.Mac si strozzava con gli accenti 🥴.FTP ti tradiva più veloce di un cugino che ti deve dei soldi 💸.

E allora Mario impara la regola sacra:Usa l’underscore.Rispetta l’underscore.Diventa l’underscore. 🔑


⏩ Arriviamo al 2025.Gli “esperti” aggiornano gli algoritmi e improvvisamente l’underscore diventa proibito 🚫.Impuro. Non ammesso.Un salame digitale 🥓.

Believe riscrive:“Per favore rimuovere il trattino.”E Mario:“Se non sapete usare un underscore, che cavolo state programmando là fuori?” 🤷‍♂️


✨ Ma ecco il miracolo.Mario cerca “SGLL_666” su DuckDuckGo…E BOOM 💥!

    GitHub primo 🖥️

    SoundCloud primo 🎶

    YouTube primo 📺

    TikTok primo 📱

    Persino i siti della Bibbia dicono: “Ah sì, questo lo conosciamo” 📖

E lui su SoundCloud da due settimane.Zero marketing.Zero SEO.Zero niente.Solo l’underscore. 🙌


🤖 Ora gli algoritmi pensano che Mario sia un profeta digitale.Un rabbino dei metadati? No.Un Messia del glitch.

E Mario ride come un matto 🤣 perché sa la verità:“Io non sono nessuno…eppure sono più indicizzabile dei Måneskin.” 🎸


🌟 Questa è la storia.Un miracolo della stupidità moderna.Un glitch che brilla più di una stella di Natale ✨.

piazze amare

ministro e dintorni

sogni elettrci

l uomo coi caschi quadrati

Covid19 e le mie emozioni

mediana di bordo

🌒 Collettivo UNdersound — Night Transmission

🎙️ My Double Direction, My Soul’s in Ascension

🕯️ We release at night. Because night is when the soul listens. Because silence is a drum. Because the migrant, the walker, the rebel, the poet — they move in the dark. This is our transmission to them.

🎸 Lap Dobro in Open D slides like memory. 🪕 Banjo and mandolin whisper back porch spells. 🎹 Low piano rumbles like ancestral thunder. 🦋 Cicadas, wind, creaks — ambient ghosts of the Delta. 🦶 Foot-stomp percussion pulses primal. 🎷 Sax and upright bass carry the double direction — grounded and ascending.

This is not just music. It’s soul-food. It’s hoodoo blues. It’s ritual jazz. It’s poetic resistance.

🌍 For the ones who walk without maps. 🧳 For the ones who carry stories in their feet. 📜 For the ones who write with breath and rhythm.

We are Collettivo UNdersound. We release at night. We remain underground. We ascend.

My double direction my soul's in ascension

LOST IN A GRAVITATIONAL LOOP by Collettivo Undersound

If everything around us is information, then we’re living the wrong reality. Memory corrupted. Coordinates unknown. We loop. We drift. We transmit.

This album is a sonic ritual. Crafted with ultra‑refined arrangements, ethnic instruments, and fusion textures inspired by forgotten frequencies. Basslines echo fretless ghosts. Melodies slide like desert wind. We channel the spirit of South Asian fusion, the haunted elegance of acoustic techno, and the cinematic pulse of lost archives.

🌀 Lap Dobro in Open D 🪷 Mandolin, Charango, Tabla fragments 🌬️ Ambient creaks, cicadas, wind from the East 🎛️ Sub‑bass: acoustic, melodic, ritual 🧭 Compass rose floating above sand dunes 🧿 Istanbul‑ready. Memory‑hacked. Ethno‑coded.

No vocals. Just transmission. Each track is a portal. Each loop is a question. Where are we? Who erased the map?

there is nothing wrong with beauty and morning dew.

Mi sembrava tutto perfetto

Morning dew instrumental

## 🇮🇹 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.

Three times, six times, nine again

Undersound Label