Written by me old self around 1999
Recorded to 8 track tape and mixed straight to cd. Had the the help of a few musical buddies with this one.

Mr C: Intro guitar, beats,rhythm guitar, riffing, keys and lead vocals
Steve "Go" O'Rourke:  backing vocals
Tony "Big Fella" Turner: solo and fiddly bits of guitaring
Bill "The Bass" Westaway: bass guitar and crab impressions.

indigo sun

swing me

La chasse

Star love Fusion Blinding

Ride upon the Solar Winds (1990)

“Ojalá” es un arabismo común y concurrente empleado en el idioma español para referirse a “Si Dios quisiera”. A menudo, esta palabra se usa en nuestra cotidianidad para expresar un deseo que por el momento no es real aunque no se descarta su posibilidad: https://enternetboy.bandcamp.com/plaza-internacional

“Ojalá” is a common & concurrent arabism employed in Spanish language to refer as "If God wanted to”. Oftenly, the word is used in our cotidianity to express a wish that by the moment it's not real but we don't discard its posibilty https://enternetboy.bandcamp.com/plaza-internacional

[ES] Inspirado por sus memorias y el pasado de su residencia actual, enternet boy retrata un lugar con tesoros exo-téricos, sabiduría y habilidades ancestrales heredadas de la tierra maya así como algunas muestras de la aportación cultural de Medio Oriente en la Peninsula yucateca. El álbum nació durante la visita a un lugar específico de la moderna ciudad meridana de T'Hó.

«Plaza Internacional» (anteriormente el Hotel Itzá), que colinda con el Palacio de la Música (antes el Congreso del Estado de Yucatán) es el recuerdo fugaz en el interior de sus nostálgicos pasillos secretos y una revelación creativa entre la arquitectura abatida. «Plaza Internacional» es un punto de análisis, introspección y autodescubrimiento de enternet boy como un ciudadano actual de un antiguo reino maya, brindado luz sobre su origen, desarrollando lo auténtica espontáneaidad y llevándola a la práctica en este LP de 40 minutos.

En esta ocasión, los sonidos brillan por su originalidad como resultado de un estudio autodidacta de tres años en el diseño de sonido experimental. Algunas canciones fueron hechos en vivo durante el Festival de Pajama 3 (track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 y 13 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5E-awImOmQ) y el resto salió durante un trance meditativo aka momentos de claridad/improvisación. Mejor experiencia con audífonos.

[EN] Inspired by his memories & the past of his current residence, enternet boy portrays a place with exo-thermal treasures, wisdom & ancestral abilities inherited from the Mayan land as well as some samples of the cultural contribution from Middle East in the Yucatan Peninsula. The album born during a visit to a specific place in Mérida, the modern city of T'Hó.

"Plaza Internacional" (formerly the Hotel Itzá), which adjoins the Palacio de la Música (formerly the Congress of the State of Yucatán) is the fleeting memory inside its nostalgic secret corridors & a creative revelation among the dejected & descontinued architecture. "Plaza Internacional" is a point of analysis, introspection and self-discovery of enternet boy as a current citizen of an ancient Mayan kingdom, binding light to his origin, developing authentic spontaneity & taking it to the practice in this 40-minute LP.

This time, the sounds shine for their originality as the result of a three-year self-taught study in experimental sound design. A few songs were made live during Festival de Pajama 3 (track 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 & 13 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5E-awImOmQ) while the rest came out from a meditative trance aka moments of clarity/improvisation. Better experience with headphones.

Release oficial en Mayo 24, 2021.

El artwork fue fotografiado por mi, en el segundo piso de la Plaza Internacional. Más fotos del mismo dia aqui: www.instagram.com/p/Bsb4LMEF7LiVYAszQPdqpRn9x84SSgh4tfmGvM0/

Plaza Internacional

Ojala

Ojalá (Alt. Version)

What's life without a bit of FUNK now & then?
So have fun, let yourself go for a moment of...
FUNKING AROUND! ;)

Punky Digit Dabble

Funk Tang

VX238 -Part II (Martial mood)

make believe me


tell me my thoughts
  where do I stand
what can you force
 into a trembling hand

which way is up
  what to believe
write me a book
on all that I'll need

     Make believe me
   Better to be fat than hungry

put me in school
  turn out my lights
 until I only want to see
    whatever you like

give me many names
  n one of two sides
     tell me who's to blame 
  tell me who's to die

          Make believe me
    better to be fat than hungry

    look at my painted window I
              know not how to ask
         broken in a fold 
       fixed into the glass

      kneeling I'm straight
standing I'm crooked
    tell me I should wait
          one day I'll get lucky

          Make believe me
         better to be fat than hungry


___________________

Make - Believe - Me

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


==============

Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

The Hour of the Depths

Speedsound REC. is proud to present you a very special seven-track EP devoted to the most intensive and enchanting world of lovers' emotions. This is a unique production being the perfect example how synthesis of various sounds coming from Hip Hop, Trip Hop, Glitch Hop, Minimal or Downtempo genres with Electronica charm, Smooth Jazz feeling and Oldschool vibes creates not only experimental but also beautiful and incredibly convincing album built of rich melodies and brilliant lyrics. Moreover, every track is  strengthened by excellent arrangement. Shabboo Harper's vocals tell different stories hidden in the words of tempting sensuality, misty secrets or metaphors. This is an inspiring, wonderfully created artistic reflection dedicated to female & male's relationship. How rough, how powerful or erotic it happens to be.
Ladies and Gentlemen, enjoy "SEXthesis".

Music by: Mycelial Cords & Shabboo Harper 
Vocals & Lyrics by: Shabboo Harper
Mixed & Mastered by: Shabboo Harper

Label: Speedsound REC.


https://www.beatport.com/release/sexthesis/2126456
https://www.junodownload.com/products/mycelial-cords-shabboo-harper-sexthesis/3556334-02/
https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/inside-of-me/1292539546?i=1292539561

Shabboo Harper:

www.beatport.com/search/releases?q=shabboo+harper
https://www.junodownload.com/artists/Shabboo+Harper/
www.traxsource.com/artist/275339/shabboo-harper

Mycelial Cords:

https://soundcloud.com/mycelialcords
https://www.facebook.com/mycelialcords/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZZnqBInDPqRJCY6eCywFMw

SEXthesis

BaBy

4. Mycelial Cords & Shabboo Harper - BaBy [Prelude] (cut) [Speedsound REC.]

Written by Marco Moreira
Guitar Sextet - Winter Project '19
Live recorded at RedWall Studio, 2019
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Compuesto por Marco Moreira
Sexteto - Proyecto Invierno '19
Grabado en directo, en RedWall Studio, 2019

Álbum de User

Cream

Dedicated To A Most Wonderful Man, Nigel Bateman. RIP.
Produced By Martin Reed.

Mysteries Of The Blim

Visit our YouTube channel:  https://youtube.com/channel/UCTlOebGXZ0glN9LzZHXJUtQ

Hiranyagarbha is dual entity which visions and concepts are made by Patrizia Conte, sounds and vibes by Davide Costella.
The name refers to the golden egg of theosofical tradition as it is described in the secrete doctrine by HPB as the whole set of all possible possibilities.
In a similar way, Hiranyagarbha duo uses all possible kinds of musical expression and visual art (with no restrictions or preconception) to express itself.

VX238 -Part II (Martial mood)

Hiranyagarbha

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