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Chantal Acda ~ Let Your Hands Be My Guide
A fountain, consisting of tranquil, fragile melodies, sprinkles a thousand plucked notes into the sky. In the unhurried air, they flirt beside tranquil, feather-light lyrics that speak poetically of romance and tragedy. The music of Chantal Acda is deep; deeply moving, sensitive
Chantal Acda ~ Let Your Hands Be My Guide
A fountain, consisting of tranquil, fragile melodies, sprinkles a thousand plucked notes into the sky. In the unhurried air, they flirt beside tranquil, feather-light lyrics that speak poetically of romance and tragedy. The music of Chantal Acda is deep; deeply moving, sensitive
Pie Are Squared ~ A State of Unwavering Contempt
Psychotic inclinations are given unprecedented access and total control to the circuitry. The musical block is put into a state of lockdown. A vicious attack on the drone ensures warfare on a large scale. Violence is carved into the music,
Pie Are Squared ~ A State of Unwavering Contempt
Psychotic inclinations are given unprecedented access and total control to the circuitry. The musical block is put into a state of lockdown. A vicious attack on the drone ensures warfare on a large scale. Violence is carved into the music,
Secret Pyramid ~ Movements of Night
Ruins, silver stone scarred by the cyan sea, are the only remnants of a once-proud city, left behind by a lost civilization. Carved figures can still be recognized despite their lengthy submersion, and endless waves of drone surge around the
Secret Pyramid ~ Movements of Night
Ruins, silver stone scarred by the cyan sea, are the only remnants of a once-proud city, left behind by a lost civilization. Carved figures can still be recognized despite their lengthy submersion, and endless waves of drone surge around the
Ghost Station ~ Ghost Station
Ghosts on the London Underground aren’t a recent occurrence. Images and tales (from respectable sources, no less) run throughout The Tube’s 150 year history like phantom trains rattling down the spectral line. These apparitions have haunted the polaroids as well
Ghost Station ~ Ghost Station
Ghosts on the London Underground aren’t a recent occurrence. Images and tales (from respectable sources, no less) run throughout The Tube’s 150 year history like phantom trains rattling down the spectral line. These apparitions have haunted the polaroids as well
Pervoloss ~ Lowlifes & Degenerates
‘You’re scared of room 237, ain’tcha?’ It’s October. The autumn days are beginning to look like nights as the low-level light comes close to failure and ultimate shut down. Just in time for Halloween, Stephen King is terrifying millions of
Pervoloss ~ Lowlifes & Degenerates
‘You’re scared of room 237, ain’tcha?’ It’s October. The autumn days are beginning to look like nights as the low-level light comes close to failure and ultimate shut down. Just in time for Halloween, Stephen King is terrifying millions of
The House in the Woods ~ Bucolica
Haunt me, haunt me. Hauntology is already dead; it always has been. Bucolica is a haunting listen, rising out of the eerie space that separates the musical dimension of hauntology and early electronica, landing in the midst of the classic fog-shrouded forest
The House in the Woods ~ Bucolica
Haunt me, haunt me. Hauntology is already dead; it always has been. Bucolica is a haunting listen, rising out of the eerie space that separates the musical dimension of hauntology and early electronica, landing in the midst of the classic fog-shrouded forest
Pausal ~ Sky Margin
Halos are shy to be seen. On the surface, there aren’t that many. Above, though, comes the sound of angel song. Shining with a brilliant, angelic light, the music of Pausal is a scarlet, spectral aura that has transcended its original
Pausal ~ Sky Margin
Halos are shy to be seen. On the surface, there aren’t that many. Above, though, comes the sound of angel song. Shining with a brilliant, angelic light, the music of Pausal is a scarlet, spectral aura that has transcended its original
Richard Chartier ~ Interior Field
Rattlesnakes ooze out the poison of increasing white noise. Fangs of a different nature echo out the dark thunder of a stuttering growl caught in the throat. The vibrations shimmer as much as they hover, creeping forward with a sense
Richard Chartier ~ Interior Field
Rattlesnakes ooze out the poison of increasing white noise. Fangs of a different nature echo out the dark thunder of a stuttering growl caught in the throat. The vibrations shimmer as much as they hover, creeping forward with a sense
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