♫ 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.
♫ Yen Tech - Mobile Suit Chrome
♫ Yen Tech - Mobile Suit Chrome
Unable to accept my fate, I resist until I could no longer dissent. I reluctantly climbed the stairs, sealing the deal you threw at me with no warning. Faces became colder, wrapped in steel and shining metal. It was clear that if I were to be the savior of mankind that humanity was doomed. For I was weak in countenance and my resolve was completely lacking. As I began to protest, once again, I was surrounded by those that would outpower me. Thrust into my duty, I no longer had control over what was occurring. Somehow, my body began to move without thought. Dodging, raising the heavy weapon I was equipped with, until the enemy was completely vanquished before my unbelieving eyes. Sniveling prodigy. Grousing genius.
Yen Tech - neon, animated r&b that often contains hints of happy hardcore and pinches of super-frantic rhythms. It’s like being locked inside technicolor day dreams of motherboards, dayglo street signs at night, mech battles, and 90s r&b videos. It’s engaging, refreshing, and completely satisfying. Drenching your ears in booming basslines, stinging synths and hookable, memorable versus (“meet me on the battlefield/let me see that body on the floor). Effulgent and lustrous - mecha crooner trapped in technology.
♫ Bonus: Yen Tech - Handle My Business
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♪ File under: electronic, psychotek
Your duplicitous tongue clacked and curled as you exhaled another tale of deceit. Huffing and snorting, you nearly choke on your falsities - swallowing the vile backwater that you desperately coax me to drink.
Gasface’s “Lonely” is serene and slightly estranged - an acceptance of solitude. Near motionless, it is static introspection into reclusiveness. Never reaching a breaking point, it clings to and sustains a sense of heartbreak. Forlorn and pining - bittersweet melancholy - a lonesome lament for loss.
♪ File under: electronic, future garage, dirge garage
Good morning, world!
♪ File under: korean pop, big bang, FANTASTIC BABY
♫ 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,
♫ Basketball Camp - Spider Kelly
♫ Basketball Camp - Spider Kelly
I want to apologize for my absence in the past couple of weeks. Unforeseen circumstances pulled me away from most things that provided me solace and happiness. In my absence, I was granted the chance to premiere “Spider Kelly” by Basketball Camp. Being caught up in the whirlwind of life, I was unable to do so but it is a track that I adore nonetheless.
Basketball Camp has a way of creating lush and atmospheric instrumentals that creep and undulate simultaneously. The tracks on his latest EP, CP3EP, are alluring, hypnotic, and slightly vexing. Synths crawl and yelp as they transform from something slightly somber into exultant odes. Like welcoming apparitions on a foggy, crisp evening.
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♪ File under: electronic, sorry i’m late
♫ 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
With every parting word - the utterance of forced nocturnal departure - we begin our required ascension. Our routine assimilation with those around us - the unwanted, cruel kinship which slings brutal verbal blows and articulated jabs. Comfort, our encapsulated day dreams and hopes, form blankets around our pulsating hearts in steel-like protection. And once again, when the sun begins to slowly wake, we reunite in adoration.
Pitch-shifted reworked version of “My Love” by cotchi that envelops the user in an ethereal, undulating warmth. Always on the verge of breaking but never fully breaks.
sndcld
♪ File under: electronic, dark, remixxx
♫ RVTZTVX - RVTXMANZION
Prepared to embark on a ritualistic cleansing - to purge the violent demons of my past - I travel far and with little attachment. Unsure how this process would begin, I apprehensively began the ceremony. Hands placed over my eyes and forehead, anointed by warm, bitter liquid, voices raised and gargling - a dismal rite of restoration. As they sang and danced, I was urged to drink by the towering elder. Gulping and guzzling, I ingested the warm murky liquid. My hands began to shake and tremble as the remedy snaked into my blood stream. Suddenly, I was no longer alone - visited by the vile memories which I so desperately longed to flee from. Those I buried deep inside the recess of my mind, sat next to me inquisitively. Kinship sang and hooted as I struggled to maintain my composure. And as I was about to succumb, the smallest one of all thwarted all my fears with small words of comfort. Ritualistic repose - psychedelic succor.
RVTZTVX composes chilling vignettes that seems to crawl and hint at something sinister lurking among the fanciful atramentous undertones. Vexing synths wail and coo while drum machines clap in merriment - encouraging cryptic instincts.
DL | SNDCLD
♪ File under: darkwave, electronic, something wicked this way comes
♫ G∞gle - b∞m
The bloodshot lines suffused across my slcera like ink-stained crimson constellations. My hands, concaved and wrought with crippling disorder, would shrink back into themselves - curling, folding, gnarled. I could foresee catastorphe in your cloudy irises and in your mouth that contorted sardonically. Cacophonous buzzing overpowered my senses - rising and swelling - while I anxiously gnashed the flakes of my teeth like confectionery. Anhydrous lips - striving to form broken syntax - oozed and trickled pools of blood and puss. Infected. Affected. Your pedigree reconstructed and reshaped. Agonized arrangement.
“B∞m” gradually plays out like a nocturnal seance that conjures spirits through percolating beats and insistent staccato high hat claps. Muted vocalization is their agreement - a rhythmic nod to possession. Sounds entangle. Pauses subtly break the frenzy - peppering the atmosphere with empyrean dust. Instrumentation clash and collide nearly uniting but never quite touching - lightly slicing the fleshy, hidden meat. Delicate delirium - controlled chaos.
G∞gle | Bndcmp
♪ File under: electronic, internetz