Ventotene, a small island in the Mediterranean. Under a breathtaking starry sky, waiting for the dawn.
Thanks to @RosinDust for her gorgeous violins. I am always grateful for her willingness and enthusiasm.
In the last period I worked a lot on things written some time ago, so I had not composed anything new for a few months and, as always happens in these cases, I was a little afraid of having run out of creative vein. That's why, with this new piece, I'm happy and ready for the next time when I'm definitely going to ask myself, once again, "oh my god, is this over?" :)

Here the other collaborations with Tatiana:
soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

In the photo, of course, Ventotene.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

It's almost dawn - with Rosin Dust

fallen from space - r.s.stropharia + pantoclast (18.08.2019) remixed by r.s.stropharia (22.10.2022)

Been working on this one for a little while, nice to finally post it!

Reverberations

checking out some apple loops and my friend Christian playing some git riffs for the first time. I wanna get one of my buddies to do a little rap on this in future :)
yep, ist a track for a car ;)

Amg 63

This track is only composed of field recordings made in Kragujevac, Serbia, in August 2022.
Ce morceau est uniquement composé d'enregistrements réalisés à Kragujevac, en Serbie, en août 2022. 
28-31/08/2022. Zoom H4N Pro. Kragujevac(Крагујевац).
Music : Manu // Artwork : Malka // Zuunzug.

Time Zones

Zastava-7

Trancy, atmospheric breakbeat @ 128bpm
Mastered using Dolby for SoundCloud Creators (clear sky)

Signs

What Is You (old panic brain demo)

Fuzz Feel 

Don’t ask me how I am
If you don’t want to know
It all could be good 
High 
or low 

Fuzz feel 
It all starts with the fuzz feel 
Noise colliding in the fuzz feel 
Slight touch electric
 
Fuzz feel 
Freeze somehow In the fuzz feel
Frontal lobe busy in the buzz kill 
Forget what I should know 

I fall into a long pause 
Am I tired or just relaxed?
I shift behind my mask 
Into myself I will collapse 

Fuzz feel 
IQ falling in the fuzz feel
Lose cohesion in the fuzz feel 
Chaos in your flow
 
Fuzz feel 
Storm warning in the fuzz feel 
Light is blinding in the fuzz feel
Shutdowns will come 

Fuzz feel
Can’t explain it in the fuzz feel 
Strange sensation in the fuzz feel 
Words don’t mean a thing 

Fuzz feel 
I’m eroding in the fuzz feel 
Lose ideas to the fuzz feel 
And then tension grows 

Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel 
Fuzz feel

Fuzz Feel

Listen also on Youtube https://youtu.be/FiWfYJqVSLI

No studio, but needed this music, so I thought you might feel the vibe of this demo I remixed from 2021

Chorus

Don’t let the rest 
Bring you down
Don’t let it haunt you
And make you drown
Keep your head 
Above water
Remember
Don’t let the rest 
Bring you down

original release 

Listen to Don't Let The Rest Bring You Down - Mandy Alicia And Hurtful Junez by Mandy Alicia on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/nvYH8

Dont Let The Rest Bring You Down - Solo Demo Remix

A new collaroration with the talented Cosmic Keanu(https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu) around another Robert E. Howard character.
Returning to his Homeland after a life of slaying dark creatures across the globe, Kane finds only sorrow and regret there before an eerie howl drives him on the road:

The white gulls wheeled above the cliffs,
     the air was slashed with foam,
The long tides moaned along the strand
     when Solomon Kane came home.
He walked in silence strange and dazed
     through the little Devon town,
His gaze, like a ghost’s come back to life,
     roamed up the streets and down.

The people followed wonderingly
     to mark his spectral stare,
And in the tavern silently
     they thronged about him there.
He heard as a man hears in a dream
     the worn old rafters creak,
And Solomon lifted his drinking-jack
     and spoke as a ghost might speak:

“There sat Sir Richard Grenville once;
     in smoke and flame he passed,
“And we were one to fifty-three,
     but we gave them blast for blast.
“From crimson dawn to crimson dawn,
     we held the Dons at bay.
“The dead lay littered on our decks,
     our masts were shot away.

“We beat them back with broken blades,
     till crimson ran the tide;
“Death thundered in the cannon smoke
     when Richard Grenville died.
“We should have blown her hull apart
     and sunk beneath the Main.”
The people saw upon his wrists
     the scars of the racks of Spain.

“Where is Bess?” said Solomon Kane.
     “Woe that I caused her tears.”
“In the quiet churchyard by the sea
     she has slept these seven years.”
The sea-wind moaned at the window-pane,
     and Solomon bowed his head.
“Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
     and the fairest fade,” he said.

His eyes were mystical deep pools
     that drowned unearthly things,
And Solomon lifted up his head
     and spoke of his wanderings.
“Mine eyes have looked on sorcery
     in the dark and naked lands,
“Horror born of the jungle gloom
     and death on the pathless sands.

“And I have known a deathless queen
     in a city old as Death,
“Where towering pyramids of skulls
     her glory witnesseth.
“Her kiss was like an adder’s fang,
     with the sweetness Lilith had,
“And her red-eyed vassals howled for blood
     in that City of the Mad.

“And I have slain a vampire shape
     that sucked a black king white,
“And I have roamed through grisly hills
     where dead men walked at night.
“And I have seen heads fall like fruit
     in the slaver’s barracoon,
“And I have seen winged demons fly
     all naked in the moon.

“My feet are weary of wandering
     and age comes on apace;
“I fain would dwell in Devon now,
     forever in my place.”
The howling of the ocean pack
     came whistling down the gale,
And Solomon Kane threw up his head
     like a hound that snuffs a trail.

A-down the wind like a running pack
     the hounds of the ocean bayed,
And Solomon Kane rose up again
     and girt his Spanish blade.
In his strange cold eyes a vagrant gleam
     grew wayward and blind and bright,
And Solomon put the people by
     and went into the night.

A wild moon rode the wild white clouds,
     the waves in white crests flowed,
When Solomon Kane went forth again
     and no man knew his road.
They glimpsed him etched against the moon,
     where clouds on hilltop thinned;
They heard an eery echoed call
     that whistled down the wind.

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