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Colorful ethnic cubes, Afroanalog, bouncing on searing flows of bastardized jazz. Feet tapping while smoking hashish, we let ourselves go, spinning frantically with our gaze turned towards the cosmos.
Colorful ethnic cubes, Afroanalog, bouncing on searing flows of bastardized jazz.
Feet tapping while smoking hashish, we let ourselves go, spinning frantically with our gaze turned towards the cosmos.
Explore the cosmic grooves & psychedelic jazz of The Comet Is Coming’s Channel the Spirits now!
Pseudo-human hallucinations painted by a rudimentary psychotic brush on the walls of the cranial box jump out from the auditory canal. Feverish instrumental psycho meta funky grooves covered by desert sands, North African ethnic percussion played by synthetic hands of electronic space keyboards from the 70s.
Pseudo-human hallucinations painted by a rudimentary psychotic brush on the walls of the cranial box jump out from the auditory canal.
Feverish instrumental psycho meta funky grooves covered by desert sands, North African ethnic percussion played by synthetic hands of electronic space keyboards from the 70s.
Dive into the psychedelic fusion of Bes by The Dwarfs of East Agouza and experience a unique journey through sound and culture.
"LC is a masterpiece. I say it without fear, one of the best albums, one of the most atypical records of the early 80s." Jan Curtis caressed the guitar strings with the same shyness with which he caressed a girl’s skin.
"LC is a masterpiece. I say it without fear, one of the best albums, one of the most atypical records of the early 80s."
Jan Curtis caressed the guitar strings with the same shyness with which he caressed a girl’s skin.
Listen to The Durutti Column's 'LC' and experience the intimate post-punk masterpiece that defined a generation.
Guitar strings caressed by loving fingers offer a moment of life rich in wild fragrances. A deconstructive struggle between the two souls of the director of this sonic psychodrama, souls as an extension of a new sensitivity, blurred, slow.
Guitar strings caressed by loving fingers offer a moment of life rich in wild fragrances.
A deconstructive struggle between the two souls of the director of this sonic psychodrama, souls as an extension of a new sensitivity, blurred, slow.
Discover the innovative sounds of Stian Westerhus' Amputation—listen now and experience a groundbreaking musical journey.
A fishing village climbs to the notes of a simple genius guitar of a skinny boy, dreaming of escaping from his metropolis and his perpetual depression. Bliss with just a few guitar notes, if this isn’t Art.
A fishing village climbs to the notes of a simple genius guitar of a skinny boy, dreaming of escaping from his metropolis and his perpetual depression.
Bliss with just a few guitar notes, if this isn’t Art.
Listen to The Return of Durutti Column and immerse yourself in its emotive, melodic guitar journey.
Sea, the only God of past civilizations, God of life. 30 minutes, but horror like beauty is timeless.
Sea, the only God of past civilizations, God of life.
30 minutes, but horror like beauty is timeless.
Dive into Umanzuki's Andante Plumbeo and experience a haunting, timeless analog voyage. Listen now to feel the blend of hope, silence, and dark beauty.
Work. Work. Deep wounds in the soul. What God can turn love into violence.
Work. Work. Deep wounds in the soul.
What God can turn love into violence.
Dive into the dark world of 'Frankie Teardrop'—listen now and experience the raw power of Suicide!
Moods not music. A black hole in one of the possible futures confused with the many possible pasts that human pettiness has sought to experience without a shred of mercy for itself.
Moods not music.
A black hole in one of the possible futures confused with the many possible pasts that human pettiness has sought to experience without a shred of mercy for itself.
Dive into Dead Procession’s dark ritual soundscape and experience a unique blend of doom and black metal today!
Time travel in the damp fog of a possible 90s Bristol. Singularity Is Near, where everything disintegrates, floating on the reflections of a melancholic ambient mirror of the present.
Time travel in the damp fog of a possible 90s Bristol.
Singularity Is Near, where everything disintegrates, floating on the reflections of a melancholic ambient mirror of the present.
Dive into Sophia Loizou’s Singulacra and experience a haunting trip-hop voyage through melancholic soundscapes.
I really like this rough version of "Height Miles High". This must be a New York-based band, the kind Pitchfork likes.
I really like this rough version of "Height Miles High".
This must be a New York-based band, the kind Pitchfork likes.
Explore the rare and vintage sounds of Index's Black Label Album today!
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