Hi and welcome to the 5th track by "Then She Reaches For The Gun". Huge thanks to all the artists involved…. so much variety, craziness, originality and musicianship.

The project’s inspiration is two fold: Firstly its a homage to some of the stuff i grew up listening to like Mr. Bungle and other noisy bastards where anything goes, and often in quick fire succession and secondly it’s a chance to work with an never ending stream of talented musicians that i have known for years either in real life Australia or via the Internet. Each track has changed of course, depending of who has sent me what.

This piece is titled “When all this is over I am off To Madrid to seek mentorship In the traditional art of Pet Flamenco"


Its starting point was a wonderful field recording sent to me by Raöulfr Maganhar of him teaching Flamenco singing to his cat Yoda and his dog  Hacho, its gorgeous and hilarious as both respond vocally. The madness organically expanded either side of the file from there. 

"When all this is over I am off To Madrid to seek mentorship In the 
 traditional art of Pet Flamenco" features the following artists

Dane Renshaw - Drums
ElectroTrek - Vibey Synth
Timothy Korstad - Electronica
TexMex Shaman - Talk Box
holy shitshow - Piano
Chicago Word Brigade - Electronica/Keyboards
Raöulfr Maganhar - Field Recordings/ Flamenco Instruction 
muterial -Electronica
Dough Factory - Electronica
W:I:L-o’ the-wisp - Double Bass
Ariad Music- Clarinet/Percussion
The Windscale Blues Experiment - Saxophones
Thomas Bergheim - Bass/Guitar/Electric Guitar
Hverheij - Electronica
Agnostura Elwar - B-ARP2600, B-Crave, Roland D70, Roland Gaia.
Bellai Pelegrim - Electronica
Hacho - Barking/Growling/Whining
Yoda - Meowing/Purring

me - Noise/Rhythms/Arrangement


If you would like to be part of this ongoing project….(and you know I want you to)

The process is simple, I collect a bunch of random recordings from people and then see what i can arrange from it. Nothing subtle here, just huge noisy fun : ) I am open to anyone that thinks they might like to be part of this mess. Drop me a message and i will send you my email. The only criteria is that i wont be using samples from TV/film/other music etc, so just original stuff played on instruments, field recordings, stupid drunk conversations etc.

 Cheers,
 Mat

When All This Is Over I Am Off To Madrid To Seek Mentorship In The Traditional Art Of Pet Flamenco

Mini album based upon the Bristol Hum phenomenon.
Korg Volcas, Moog Theremini and guitar.
All compositions and art by peter wessell.

The Humming part one

Thanks for listening!

https://sptfy.com/a_brief_memory_before_birth

A Brief Memory Before Birth

S-Magdalena

P = 3 : ?

as the title suggests this is a recording made last year in september with Ableton and using korg modwave.. lately there was an update to fix some gaps on the modwave but the original sound was no longer present on the synth.  luckily I had a backup copy of all the presets I created on the desktop and even if I trashed them,  I recovered everything with the time capsule.
work in progress

Sounds From The Last Year Archive

Track list: https://www.beatport.com/chart/electric-vol8/763419

Electric Vol. 8, IMFDO 0021, DTU, 11.02.2023

I walk along alone with a thread upon my shoulder 
…laying brightly in its defense 
against a color colder

It was a thread of circumstance 
allied to me by chance- carries all the weight of another 

At the edges of my vision 
twist the tendrils of its question 
revealed in moments lost
…the lure of a bolder color 
it’s pallet of expanse for the eyes
that hunger and 

I walk along alone with a thread upon my shoulder 
…laying brightly in its defense 
against a color colder
-and I recall the scent of sorrow - pale beside a bitter rage scattered threads that settle- weary, on shoulders along the way 
lays brightly in its defense 
against a color colder

A Color Colder

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Light Flux

Candlelight

“Jesus, angel, I want you to bang me like a whore, alright? To shag me like a two-bit rent boy you’ve paid enough to do whatever you like with, and what you like isn’t very nice.” Crowley wanted to cry. He closed his eyes and bit out, “I want…I want you to fuck me like you’re trying to force the damnation out of me with your cock. Like…like I really am the adversary, and you’re claiming me as a victory for Heaven.”

Come Fuck Me Hips

Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.

Original fic available at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21399634.

Every Sense Of The Word

Gorillazgal86

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