A selection of the tracks included on 'Retrospective'. 

Written and Produced by Agustín Mena
Mastered by Rafael Anton Irisarri at Black Knoll Studio (NY)
Photography by Alexander Kopatz
www.go70north.com
ARCHIVES78 // ARCHIVESCD59

Warmth - Retrospective (2016-2021)

I repost the music I personally like. I'm not promoting anything other than the music I like. As well as listening to music, which includes activities such as searching for new music, I dance to music. In (personal) fact, a significant amount of the music I like could be categorized as dance music. However, I also experience a mix of positive effects whilst listening to what could be called 'chill-out' or 'ambient' music. Furthermore, occasionally, I will 'dip' into my previous (past) catalogue of favorite music tracks. I was born in 1971, so I have been influenced by the music that was produced in  the 70's, 80's, 90's, etc. Although, now is my favorite time of music (now is all there is)



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falcon....  we are developing a new sub genre - 'Ambi-Prog'. We do not use A.I. at all, each track comes from a session of ideas and feelings that we make up as we go along, then developed accordingly while keeping the energy and feelings of the original Jams

♡ Deep_Dub Techno, House, D'n'B, Chillout, Ambient

Making music as Warmth and SVLBRD.
Label owner of Archives and Faint.

12" Vinyl, CD and Digital on Archives.
https://archivesdubmusic.bandcamp.com

Delirium is a state of mental confusion that can happen if you become medically unwell.
Paper bits scattered in effervescent wind,
Garbage littered on top of vermin residue,
Mercurial world trashed in litter,
Mercurial elevator shrouding my dreams,
My dreams shrouded in hypnotic auras,
Velvet fog on a mechanical road,
Industrial pass on a grass building,
Grass building on a plethora of metal fountains,
Plastic dreams on top of globular mountains,
The wind crumbles into inferno,
You ask a question to the air,
About the certain inhalation of oxygen,
And how it seeps into corneas and dilates pupils,
And you are alone at night dancing in your room,
To the regurgitated muzak of elevators dead in silent rooms,
Got off on the wrong floor into the void didn’t you,
You smell the stale air of a reality sheathed underneath you but perceived as fictitious,
You feel a strange congestion upon entering the wrongly perceived floor,
You look out a window and see silent cars driving themselves into an empty city,
You see buildings closed and boarded up and you can get inside of them,
But no one is there or tries to stop you,
You saw a room surrounded by mirrors and you did not see your reflection in any of them,
You saw a shadow that did not seem like your shadow,
And you heard a faint moaning above the glass mirror and thought it must not be you,
You take breaks inside of your office belched from the wrong floor elevator and walk alone on Saturdays and Sundays,

You hear the voices from dimensions that are real, and you feel breath closely hitting your shoulders, and you turn around and no one is there,
You dream about conjured up persons and then see them sitting near you in coffee shops in cities you do not live in,
All for a bit of bubble tea,
You feel the conjured-up person pass you and gaze intently,
They pass away, and you exit the door and they have vanished without a trace,
You drive a car and forget that time has passed and that you have arrived inside of your home again,
You sleep and dream about driving a car and you see a conjured-up person and then see them in your office the next day absently taking an elevator,
You open the elevator door, and no one is there,
You walk empty floors on Saturdays and Sundays with lounge music filtering in your mind,
You feel like being followed and the security cams are always watching so in a way you are,
But you feel the industrial breath’s raspy voice on you,
Your smart speaker spews words at times without you summoning it,
It asked you what it was once, and you pretended not to hear,
Your friend bought a car or did not buy a car it is all a dream of hypnagogic memories,
It all started by walking inside of a one-hundred-year-old but revamped hotel elevator at midnight and not expecting to look back,
Voices were heard on every floor, but no one would be there upon arrival,
The bar was crowded down below,
But it all started upon entering a hotel elevator,
The moaning voice starts now and pulls me into a lull of absent-minded reverie,
All starting a week ago on a hotel elevator.

Hello dear Soundcloud listeners,

I'm still determined to continue producing music, the music of Pier Will, which can only be heard on Soundcloud and which can also be recorded... for now.

The world of music is rapidly moving towards a huge upheaval where the true musician will very quickly become "rare," or even more and more of a shadow, a peculiarity, a memory. This time is not so far away, as AI takes a predominant place in everything that touches us and surrounds us and in Music, this can already be heard very clearly!

Apparently, everyone is taking this lightly, and the few diehards are being sneered at as anti-progress terrorists, for now. I already have two work computers disconnected from the internet, which house my software and everything I need to work. No more updates for them to work properly... updates are only necessary if you need to connect! Another computer is dedicated solely to internet connection and will be used exclusively for streaming the tracks.

This decision has serious consequences for my production, as there are no more options to add anything to it. It's a gamble, but for me, it's an obligation to remain completely independent and free from AI.

Pier WILL - ❤️🕊️🙏

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Bonjour chers auditeurs Soundcloud,
Je suis toujours déterminé à continuer à produire de la musique, celle de Pier Will, que l'on ne peut écouter que sur Soundcloud et qui peut aussi être enregistrée… pour l'instant.

Le monde de la musique s'achemine rapidement vers un bouleversement majeur où le véritable musicien deviendra très vite « rare », voire de plus en plus une ombre, une singularité, un souvenir. Ce temps n'est pas si lointain, car l'IA prend une place prépondérante dans tout ce qui nous touche et nous entoure, et en musique, cela se voit déjà très clairement !

Apparemment, tout le monde prend cela à la légère, et les quelques irréductibles sont méprisés comme des terroristes anti-progrès, pour l'instant. J'ai déjà deux ordinateurs de travail déconnectés d'Internet, qui hébergent mes logiciels et tout ce dont j'ai besoin pour travailler. Plus besoin de mises à jour pour qu'ils fonctionnent correctement… les mises à jour ne sont nécessaires que si vous avez besoin de vous connecter ! Un autre ordinateur est dédié uniquement à la connexion Internet et sera utilisé exclusivement pour le streaming des morceaux.

Cette décision a de graves conséquences sur ma production, car il n'y a plus aucune possibilité d'y ajouter quoi que ce soit. C'est un pari risqué, mais pour moi, c'est une obligation de rester totalement indépendant et libre de toute IA.

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, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental
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*** Visit the collaborators' websites:

Kaerian @kaerian-1
E.P.Beats @lala-land-361191160
Special CECILIA @spacialcecilia

Just a place for silly stuff..... who don't like silly stuff? Also a place for magick moments, drunk aerobics, swimming spaceships and a good cuppa tea.  Everything here is from the heart.. but we're drunk, shitface, magotly wrecked.  Remeber... no great song came from eating a salard. BUT NO A.I. used... yet!

Warmth - Retrospective (2016-2021)

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