a film by Dídac Panadés, Barcelona

2022
Laura Díaz Rodríguez

music for El Espíritu del Faro

después de reír

@firstlin3 @yayoyanoh @adiosadios @hyperclear @frostwhy @decade10 @nigirice @illfeell / @4am4am4am @signal000 @9hydrarchy @baby_pantera @6ideo

"The Earth is an egg & its ulcerated shell leaks viscous curse. Iberic onmyōji cast urban glamours, esconding the læsions & malisons, but a wretched geometrie secretes signs still. O Madrid-Babylon, city energumen, your heart creeps a black sun, eastern rays to the dawn-bringer’s ophidian throne, western rays to Amun’s deracinated temple, your river dry but for effluvia, your air moted & opaque, your every corner consecrated to slavers & thieves. In the depths of Barajas, pentacled hands compose Katō an entreaty: Bury this city."

firstlin3 crawled out the mud in 2017, spit up six gnarled pieces of ritual regueton, and sunk back in. Then came four years of ambient bass meditation and four full-lengths of alien-angelic soundscapes under the name Concrete Fantasies. All the while, firstlin3 was exploring the tunnels that run through the underbelly of Babylon, recruiting allies for a sonic war on the city.
⛧paranoia star⛧ is the first attack. Backed by a squad of the global underground’s most loced out digital devils, firstlin3 hops between clow rap, trancehall and skeledub, all black cat smooth and dank enough to smell through the sub. Recorded from summer ’21 to summer ’22 under a cloud of gorilla glue so thick it spread from Spain to Egypt, Portugal, Japan and the UK, ⛧paranoia star⛧ is a spell, a joke and a fucking earthquake tearing through the doomed megalopolis.

Producer: firstlin3
Mixing: firstlin3 and Diego Escriche
Master: Rashad Becker
Artwork: Ghaaro

firstlin3 & baby pantera - DDS (feat adios adios)

Vatican Crows

virgencita plis

20CONMIGO RMX

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por culpa de tu anatomía. Apreciación a Tropic of Cancer

Pidiéndole a San Pedro hueco o lista en Razz
Ultralágrima porque sé muy bien dónde estás
Y aunque ya no quiera más, siempre quiero más
Siempre queda más, venga, va, sólo una

Sale un sol pálido como la luna llena
Salgo solo, ropa sucia, como un alma en pena
Sale un sol tan lejano, que la ausencia quema
Y podría estar arriba, pero escogí los problemas

Y qué poquito queda para irme
Y qué bonito que era, pero no sirve
Y qué era aquello que querías decirme?
Todo aquello que yo no podía escuchar

Losproblemas

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Álbum de Malena Gonzalez Catoi

──★ ˙ ̟🐇 !!

Written and produced by Thegn
Mastered by Ptwiggs
Art by Muriel Xiong

Silver Blade, Shattered Mirror, Deceiver.
three tracks that lament in awareness of
the dual nature within,  

To reify ego through intense self scrutiny bears new life of the self one divided across domains. 
The identity and the identifier face each other. To spawn and destroy a vessel for sins, externalising the ego as another entity and then killing it.

Like observing the life and death of atomic particles, sound waves throw themselves into ears with violent self destruction that pulls on heartstrings. 

Dirgelike drones absorb noise dampness with massive inertia. Silver Blade chronicles the destruction of the self, glossy metals and heavy bass nestle chants of chaotic self aggrandisement, preparing the target for assassination.

Bringing awareness to the dual force within us all and then allowing it to die. 

The identity and the identifier face each other in Shattered Mirror. ‘You see yourself from the inside out’ pieces of glass embedded into the infrastructure of the psyche. Process of illumination of flesh carving the details of our sins, subconscious merging into consciousness shattering old patterns into dancing shards.

The ultimate conclusion comes with Deceiver. The immune response flushes negativity out with intense distorted polyrhythms echoing through the body. Pulsing to purge the self, veiled screams etch deeper the void outside the two halves. When there is ego death what is left?

por culpa de tu anatomía. Apreciación a Tropic of Cancer

VENOS1000

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