♫ USHER - CLIM▲X (WIK▲N RmX)
WIK▲N’s remix made me stop everything I was doing. Retaining much of the aphotic elements of the original, the remix focuses on a more atramentous acceptance of a finale. It is a little more devastated and sorrowful as the initial “climax” of the song builds to a booming, muted culmination. Basslines hammer away as doleful swan song comes to a close. It is everything I like in a remix - a reworking - a favorable enhancement of potential.
♪ File under: remix, electronic, way to start the morning
♫ Somadamantina - Doctrina
Somadamantina hails from Spain and serves up straight up, entrancing thug (G♢NGST♢ S♢UND) tracks complimented by booming basslines and lackadaisical rhymes in her Spanish tongue. A sorceress espousing incantations in the darkest hour of night. Her cold, near stoic attitude snakes through the staccato, haughty delivery as the instrumentation serves to accent and acknowledge what she demands. They never overstay their welcome - never overextending what they promise to deliver. Vexing, defiant and confident. Be still my heart.
Get the 8 track, διαμάντι, here from caballito netlabel.
Bonus:
♫ Somadamantina - El Paisa
♫ Somadamantina - Te Quede Cloro
♪ File under: HOLY EFF.
♫ the decaying process - hexes
♫ the decaying process - hexes
Upon further inspection, I discover your cruel and diabolical nature. Hidden far beneath your normalcy, you housed a decaying, factitious nature. Past your gnarled rib cage, embedded in your rotting, weak organs, I began to notice the murky disease which steadily invaded your veins. Touching your exposed tissue, you snarled and seized, hissing and spitting with each contact of metal to sinew. Cartilage caressed by singing sabre saws, lancets skated upon thin slices of flesh, and mallets loving tenderized tendons. Adverse aciurgy for my abominate adversary.
the decaying process’, “Hexes,” propositions the listener to succumb to annihilation. Beats beg an urgency while synths swoon and hum - trilling and soaring in near anxiousness as alarmed, clamant drums pound and flutter. It’s anticipation - a sense of nervousness that cannot be contained.
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♪ File under: electronic, instrumental,
♫ High Park - Kara
Longing - a pining that overwhelms and engulfs your functions. Striving for completion - the sense that you will become whole once again. Emotions - that are all too unfamiliar - seem to flood your processes - overheating - overcomputing. And as your system is slowly laid to rest - I take solace in the affirmation that tomorrow the procedure begins again.
Heartbreakingly gorgeous, High Park’s “Kara”, is like a subtle affirmation and into unwarranted adoration. Wailing synths cry out yearningly as they accompany begging, ascending vocals. And upon completion - when it finally breaks after never quite reaching a tumultuous points - you can sense a hint of comfort and acceptance.
Get it here.
♪ File under: dark, electronic, all is full of love
♫ K1llRGVP - Rewolfer
It becomes so familiar - that brutal, pulsating bass, the ascending smoke like vocal that seems to float above all chaos, the dragged out sludgy samples - yet it’s this style that I have so grown accustomed to that is both somewhat conventional genre yet, to me, remains fresh and new. The set standards which have become amicable with your check-list, something which you accept as part of your taste, your style, is highly sought after. Desired. Like a musical scavenger hunt. When it all fits, when every piece of that puzzle falls into place, you cannot help but become enamored, enthralled, engrossed.
Soon begins the cut and reworked sampling, imps that gleefully frolic throughout the instrumentation rest like madness - only to resurface when unrestrained - when pandemonium is most tumultuous - and lulled when inky lullabies soothe and pacify.
Aphotic, atramentous anthems for fiendish creations.
BNDCMP | FCBK
♪ File under: dark, electronic, 666
♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
This “refix”, from Cardiff’s Owls, doesn’t stray too far away from the original, yet creates a whole new solemn atmosphere courtesy of dragged out vocals. Drenched in echo and often running parallel to pitch shifted vocals, it serves as an ode to abandonment and an urge for change. Gorgeous.
Sndcld
♪File under: electronic, refix, universe dance
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
Fatigued yet obsessed with this metamorphosis - fixated on unsolicited transformations. Bones brittle - muscles limp and slack - flesh unfettered and fragmenting. Fingers shoved inside flaps of skin, forcibly working my buccinator - commanding assisted self mastication - partaking in the my very core. Consuming my own flesh to rid myself of the violent invaders; the demanding barbarians that breach my defenses and pillage my innards. Deeper I delve - past my intestinal walls, my quaking, tremoring entrails. Self dissection. Banquet of delirium.
Dark Mother’s “Glass Cast” is like a mellifluous, deliquescent mantra. Dulcet, provoking words shot out like self-convincing needles as layers of ascending vocals stack and dissolve and synths hum and purr. Like an intonation of change - a psalm of perseverance.
Get it here | Sndcld
♪ File under: dark, electronic, ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲
♫ Plaitum - Diamondii
♫ Plaitum - Diamondii
As the days passed into night and the nights drifted into weeks, I watched you mutate into a calloused, uncaring figure. Scars, rampant and oozing, adorned your scaly skin - like a copper netting weaving in and out over your cells. You would hiss and wheeze as you, labored by your heavy body, would begin to shift and twist wildly. Observing those around you with your eyes slit like scythes. Your tongue, swollen and flapping with no restraint, hindered your ability to communicate. Defensive, you would hear the words that fell before you and warp them until they were unrecognizable. And as those around you danced at your feet, you would begin to bat at them - pushing and shoving. Crushing and destroying. Mutilating and mauling those that strove for something more. Apprehensive ally. Cretinous colleague.
Plaitum’s sounds are as tender and bombastic as they are enchanting. Hints of doppler effect undulate and twirl - escalating at the most pivotal moments. And the samples - distorted and clandestine - playfully prod the impish cohorts that surge and hum. A celebration of anonymity - wondrous transformation.
Bonus: ♫ Plaitum - Geisha
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♪ File under: electronic, booming, wait, what?!
♫ W0LCNUM - It will never be
♫ W0LCNUM - It will never be
Terribly aware, overwhelmed with terror and mounting nerves, I began gnawing at fingers. Drenched in sweat, my finger tips became pruned - wrinkled and rugosed. Biting harder, my teeth clenched tightly on the folded, rumpled skin that rested in between my front teeth. Pulling. Twisting. Gnashing. Chewing. Without much thought, I devoured the skin off my finger tips one after the other. Sometimes spitting, sometimes swallowing the salty, dry flesh that fell on my tongue. And after I finished ridding one hand of all branding, I instinctively removed the unwanted finger tips on my other hand. Adorned in blood and decay. Without identity. Anonymous animal - unnamed and uncredited.
W0LCNUM’s vexing and menacing track, “It will never be”, plays out like a demonic warning that what you desire will never occur. Luring you into the tenebrous reality that, maybe, your ambitions are foolish. Nebulous and murky, the synths drone and wail in languid anxiety as diabolical babble soliloquizes - terrorizes - amidst occasional sounds of guns ready to fire. Blasting - disturbing the building suspense. Urging. Warning
Get the 5 song Ep, “Sickness”, here.
♪ File under: dark, electronic, this is my (witch) house
♫ Ivvvo - With You
♫ Ivvvo - With You
I would emerge, full of vigor and lust, at the silent, pitch black hours of night. Engulfed in flames, I would watch my beloved writhe and wiggle in vicious glee. My eyes, fixated in frustrated adoration, would intently watch you change shapes. The wanton vixen, the engorged pig, the frail imp - dancing carefree and shameless before me. Fully aware that this unison was only temporary, I became silently enraged - uncomfortable, anxious, and despondent. Forever vexed to observe you from afar - until that glorious, golden bell thundered and roared - relieving me from my libertine desires. Autonomous archfiend. Mephistophelic martyr - sacrificed for my rampant, lustful proclivity.
Filled with snaps, booming distortion, and impish pitch-shifted vocals, Ivvvo’s ep, “Her”, is a gorgeous, engaging entry to the darker electronic genre. Samples, often stretched and contorted beyond recognition, writhe and drift alongside the muted nebular, thundering bass lines. The gentle, stuttering reassurances nudge and pull - tugging at your reservations - hoping you abandon your worldly ties and become inundated with Hadic indulgence. Like slipping into the tenebrous tides - adrift in caliginous waters.
Get the 5 song EP, “Her”, here.
♫ Bonus: Ivvvo - Morning Dream
♪ File under: dark, electronic, this is my steez