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white mustang

SO SOAKED

haunted edit audio

Glamour, гламур

Sevdaliza - Ride Or Die, Pt. 2 (feat. Villano Antillano, Tokischa)

ride or die pt 2 ver 2

white mustang (instrumental)

her nerdeysen intro [muffled n reverb]

Recording sessions from  07/06/2024 - 05/09/2025 .
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / No I.A. / No samples.
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & 4H09
🔲 - Cover art - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile,
Focusrite, Hewlett Packard, Korg, Logitech, Marantz, M-Audio, MSI,
Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
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Delicate Torture while Muted

°!°---Delicate Torture while Muted---°!°

prism

In the memory of the ocean drifts a continent that has dissolved into silence.
Mu lingers as echoes: transparent dances carried by waves, refrains returning like tides.
Each piece is a dream traced in mist, a spiral folding into depth, a voice suspended in water.

To listen is to move with this hidden choreography — gestures rising and vanishing like phosphorescence in the dark.
What remains is purity glimpsed in passing, a resonance that unfolds again and again, never ending, always returning.

The tonal centers of the cycle ascend step by step: F, G, A, B, C, D, E.
It is the skeleton of a Lydian mode — a ladder of brightness.
Yet every piece is minor, shaded and submerged.

The paradox becomes the voice of Mu:
architecture of light, veiled by water.
What should rise as radiance drifts as memory,
each step a fragment refracted through the ocean’s depth.


Ritournelles of Mu follows the clarity of sound shaped by limits.
Each phrase is drawn with restraint, every resonance distilled to its essence.
The music is crystalline, sufficient, exact — a space where nothing is missing and nothing exceeds.

The pieces return endlessly, folding the moment back into itself.
Repetition becomes a form of eternity, and the ocean remembers through these echoes.

Brume

you are my angel (massive attack)

credit  to : @vueex_ / @hdlbss
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