A beautifully packaged disc of soundscapes far too intense to be ambient. For me, the music evokes images of giant engines of vast spaces warming up, then dragging the beasts through the violent coronas of the earth, and braving the crushing gravity of black holes. Expansive, edgy, spacious, and dark.
In order to celebrate 7 years of dedication to free dark ambient and in-between electronic music and the 150th output of Misspelled Records I’m planning to release another compilation (such as Weapons 7 Gadgets).
Demo submission for this compilation is now open to everybody interested in and making dark / experimental / non commercial / ambient / noise electronic music. No matter if you are totally unknown or already well established in the scene. If I like what comes through my speakers I will offer your track a slot in this new compilation.
You can now send me your 320 kbps MP3 demo, WAV or Flac to email@example.com or submit via the website with compilation in the title http://misspelledrecords.info/submission
Here are the rules :
- Compilation will be available for free download, as usual on Misspelled Records, in 320kbps MP3 and Flac.
- This will be released under Creative Commons license.
- Track duration : as short or long as you like
- 100% homemade stuff only: No stolen samples from other underground artists, no illegal commercial remixes.
- You can submit more than 1 track but please do not exceed 3 tracks.
- Demo submission is open NOW! Deadline for sending your demo is set to November 1st.
- Selected tracks and artists will be revealed after this deadline.
- If everything works well the compilation should be out before or in Devember.
This was our 50th release from the label.
There are a total of 50 tracks some are from previous releases and some are unreleased material.
Please enjoy these tracks.
See it in me deeper
You can’t get it any cheaper
Roll around a little
Take a hammer to your fiddle
Swallow all the glass
Bring a gun with you to mass
All the numbers in your nerve
Speak of everyway
You can wear a black beret
Burn yourself alive
Bring the flames into the hive
Run on empty back to back
Screaming like a silverback
Understand there are no signs
There’s nothing left to undermine
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
Breathe in all the fumes
commit yourself to something soon
take a dollar everytime
that purple rat runs up your spine
Go inside to be alone
youre almost nothing on your own
take a second to digest
youre not the one who beats his chest
and being not the mighty beast
you must feel free to speak the least
all the rest consuming hell
have much to say but little to tell
when it comes to oratory
you will need a laboratory
so build your words with silent care there are no hairs to split
hammer gun gorilla glass (rep)
and everything stopped meaning what it meant
and was free to smash itself to bits
dont kid yourself
there are no hairs to split
Listen to: Unidentified Stains by Emergency Hand Puppet
Listen/download: Forget it and then forgive it by Sound Of Silence
The Torque Monks have landed! Where this time you might ask? Somewhere between Smurf-land and the outer stratosphere, What is their true mission on earth this time, you ask? Time will tell. (Recorded May 26, 2012, Chicago, Illinois)
Torque Monks produces out of the box vocal harmonics from the gut, the throat, the tongue and the mouth, free word and mumble associations and tonal and atonal cycles that are strangely euphorically soothing with the compass of the etheric plane. You never know what to expect: we jump from serious to goofy establishing an entirely new music genre we call aleaphoravox!