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The sound resulting from this research; their research of refinement and exploration. Research, constituted at once by centrifugal force (research of exploration) and centripetal force (research of refinement).
The sound resulting from this research; their research of refinement and exploration.
Research, constituted at once by centrifugal force (research of exploration) and centripetal force (research of refinement).
Discover the roots of industrial electronic music by diving into Kraftwerk’s debut—an essential listen for experimental sound lovers.
It is as if they have just woken up, still awakening, from a nap on a cosmic carousel, noises finding no rest. All of man's art is realized in industry! An industrial noise reemerges from within the rhythm: a rhythmic noise.
It is as if they have just woken up, still awakening, from a nap on a cosmic carousel, noises finding no rest.
All of man's art is realized in industry! An industrial noise reemerges from within the rhythm: a rhythmic noise.
Dive into Kraftwerk's sonic cosmos—listen now to experience the rise from chaos to industrial rhythm!
This polyphony does not, however, confuse those who watch it flow before them: the whole sounds, strangely enough, unified. It happens, fortuitously, to have in hand a kaleidoscope of sounds: apneas in depths of noise, a cappella songs, cosmic discomforts, silences.
This polyphony does not, however, confuse those who watch it flow before them: the whole sounds, strangely enough, unified.
It happens, fortuitously, to have in hand a kaleidoscope of sounds: apneas in depths of noise, a cappella songs, cosmic discomforts, silences.
Discover the hypnotic layers of Ian William Craig’s 'Red Sun Through Smoke'—listen now and lose yourself in its haunting beauty.
Making one’s hands a vehicle of harmony. The repeated listening to the sound of an engraved groove, the engraving of an engraved groove—which is what we call memory—within ourselves.
Making one’s hands a vehicle of harmony.
The repeated listening to the sound of an engraved groove, the engraving of an engraved groove—which is what we call memory—within ourselves.
Immerse yourself in the sublime sound world of Marin Marais and Jordi Savall—listen now!
I need decades — give me decades! — or even better, centuries. He must have really enjoyed himself, that maestro shaper of acousmatic crackles, in mocking the world, giving vertigo to the auricles.
I need decades — give me decades! — or even better, centuries.
He must have really enjoyed himself, that maestro shaper of acousmatic crackles, in mocking the world, giving vertigo to the auricles.
Dive into the enigmatic sound world of De Natura Sonorum and uncover Bernard Parmegiani's acousmatic mastery.
It is a concentration of eighties-music that you hear it is-eighties, but with feet firmly planted in the darkest kraut-rock à la Klaus Schulze of the previous decade. If from the get-go the tracks enchant the well-disposed listener... by the third listen, beyond which you feel like giving up going further.
It is a concentration of eighties-music that you hear it is-eighties, but with feet firmly planted in the darkest kraut-rock à la Klaus Schulze of the previous decade.
If from the get-go the tracks enchant the well-disposed listener... by the third listen, beyond which you feel like giving up going further.
Dive into Twilight Ritual’s The Ritual and discover a hauntingly atmospheric 80s synth journey—listen once and experience the cosmic dark vibes.
It began as a diversion, to dispel the thinly-veiled melancholy and the unbearable tedium of the heat, to display superiority, to brandish a fictitious rift with a clenched fist. That’s how they made money. Today, the two call themselves by anglophone names: Mike Paradinas and Richard D. James.
It began as a diversion, to dispel the thinly-veiled melancholy and the unbearable tedium of the heat, to display superiority, to brandish a fictitious rift with a clenched fist.
That’s how they made money. Today, the two call themselves by anglophone names: Mike Paradinas and Richard D. James.
Listen to Mike & Rich’s playful early electronic beats and explore the roots of two iconic producers!
Today, more than ever, everything sounds like samba. I have never been to Brazil, nor do I ever believe I will go there. Yet, I have just been there.
Today, more than ever, everything sounds like samba.
I have never been to Brazil, nor do I ever believe I will go there. Yet, I have just been there.
Dive into the hypnotic samba sounds of Os Tincoãs and experience Brazil from anywhere in the world!
Crossing the Rialto bridge of memory, to escape oblivion. I have forgotten it. However, I remember that familiar 'crossing the bridge,' of that life of mine that once was.
Crossing the Rialto bridge of memory, to escape oblivion.
I have forgotten it. However, I remember that familiar 'crossing the bridge,' of that life of mine that once was.
Discover Vito Ricci's atmospheric Music from Memory and immerse yourself in its poetic journey through time and symbol.
It is the order of the tracks that enchants, that mesmerizes. A dream that needs to settle.
It is the order of the tracks that enchants, that mesmerizes.
A dream that needs to settle.
Listen to 'Swing Slow' and immerse yourself in Hosono and Koshi’s nostalgic, dreamlike musical journey.
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