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DISCOPHONY
"Discophany" is a pulsating fusion of world music rhythms and hypnotic electronic textures, channeling a kaleidoscopic energy that feels both primal and futuristic. Drawing inspiration from global percussive traditions and the boundary-pushing ethos of Akira-era soundscapes, this track pulses with an otherworldly urgency. Layers of rhythm weave in and out like a forgotten transmission, blurring the lines between ritual and rave. Released by Tape Lab, a collective known for pushing underground sonics, "Discophany" thrives on the warmth of cassette tapes, where its textures warp and breathe with analog imperfection. A soundtrack for movement, memory, and something just beyond comprehension.
PRIVATE GAMELAN
"Private Gamelan" unfolds like a half-remembered transmission from a place just beyond reach—where cyclical rhythms dissolve into shimmering overtones, and synthetic pulses mimic the breath of something ancient. Layers shift in and out of focus, invoking a ritual both personal and collective, intimate yet expansive. Inspired by the meticulous chaos of Geinoh Yamashirogumi, the piece balances precision with raw energy, blurring the line between structure and spontaneity. It doesn’t just move forward; it reverberates, folding in on itself like an echo trapped in a hall of mirrors.
O YAMASHI
"O Yamashi" is a dense, cinematic descent into destruction and rebirth, channeling the chaos of the triple explosion that reduced Neo Carrboro to smoldering echoes. A collision of world music percussion, eerie choral swells, and relentless pulses, the track conjures the weight of collapsing structures and the ghostly resonance of what remains. Tape Lab crafts this sonic wreckage with the warmth and grit of cassette tapes, warping time and tone like a corrupted archival recording. Inspired by the apocalyptic textures of Akira, "O Yamashi" doesn’t just play—it looms, a transmission from a city that no longer exists.
DEINCARNATED
"Decarnated" drifts in a liminal haze, where the physical and the spectral intertwine. Pulsing rhythms emerge like distant signals, decayed yet insistent, while fragmented melodies flicker between states of dissolution and resurgence. There’s a sense of something shedding its form—not quite alive, not quite gone—hovering in the space between decay and rebirth. The sound is tactile yet elusive, as if grasping at a memory that refuses to settle. It doesn’t resolve; it lingers, vibrating in the hollow where flesh once was.
