Psychedelic Music

Color Shift

12 track album

Unwholesome Associates

THE HOUSE HAS FORGOTTEN ITS ANGLES. Claw Of Midnight — crooked alter-ego of Rhode Island psychedelic dungeon-synth legend Old Moth Dreams — returns with twelve phosphorescent abnormalities assembled cadavre-exquis-style from one long, finely smoked improvisational séance. Minimal post-production. Maximum organism. Absolute freedom. ORGASMIC CHAOS. Analog keyboards purr against kalimba droplets. Magnus organ exhales velvet ectoplasm. Toy guitar, ukulele, bass, melodica and assorted little miracles crawl over each other / under each other / inside each other until instrumentation becomes irrelevant and everything melts into one enormous lubricated sound-world. Dungeon synth gone bad. Doom/stoner metal eating glowing mushrooms behind the cemetery. 1973 arthouse horror soundtracks copulating with dark prog. Noise in the wallpaper. Occult psych in the bloodstream. Opiated synthwave drowning beautifully in a bathtub of violet milk.

she left without a word

track by paul delamour

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All sounds by Mike Honeycutt. Edited and constructed by Jeff Surak. Originally released on CD-R in 2004. Original promo notes said "First installment in the Mystery Hearsay trilogy for zeromoon. Psychedelic noise, harsh swirling collages of sound over flow on this disk assembled by MC Ladno"

pilostyles wildflower

𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖚𝖕 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖎𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖊 It's amazing how little time changes things. Tall Can and I recorded this album six years ago, with the country in the midst of an authoritarian power grab amid nationwide protests while colonialist war raged in Gaza and global debt soared to record highs. Then Tall Can got locked up. And a few years, a global pandemic and a prison sentence later, he's been released into a world which... well, doesn't look a whole lot different. Which is terrible for the state of the world, but does mean the rage against the powers that be contained in these songs feels as relevant as ever, even six years later. 𝖎𝖋 𝖜𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 "...undoubtedly one of the year’s most enjoyable rap projects. ...quite visionary... It has an irresistible disjointedness to it that if it doesn’t have you hooked on the very first listen will have you considering a replay. ...Intense!" -Doth Music

AWORLDWINDBUTFUN

the 2nd full length album of psychedelic singer/songwriter LunchBox President. A mix of Talking Heads, Alex G, and Flaming Lips.

Som Divergente: Manifesto da Inadequação

One take. One guitar. Twenty-odd minutes. No pre-written compositions. No editing. Everything you hear was created, played, and recorded on the spot, all at once, in the real time the album lasts. There was no music before I hit REC. This album was born with my ears bleeding Mahavishnu Orchestra — twenty-minute-plus tracks, no breath left to edit, no room to fake it. The following week, I locked the studio door. Camera off: I didn't want the burden of performing a smile for a lens; I wanted every ounce of my flesh in the sound. I grabbed the guitar and let the friction of the pick rip out everything that had been stuck inside. What exploded through the monitors is what stayed: one take, no cuts, no overdubs, no pre-written compositions, no second chances. The only editing on this record is the cut of silence between one sound change and the next, left intact so it wouldn't break the listener's breath. There's no editing beyond that because there can't be: to edit would be to lie about the sweat and the overload that actually happened in that room. Only afterward did I split the single track into ten parts, and only then came the titles, pulled from the chaos that was eating at me in that moment — not from anything I'd planned to say before I played. The album's runtime is the actual time it took me to record: twenty-odd minutes from a mind that doesn't know how to play in pieces — it only knows how to burn whole. Divergent because my mind is a storm of possibilities that refuses to be tamed into three-minute choruses of some pale pop song. And divergent because that's how I chose to make music in this industry: alone, because I never learned how to ask for anyone's time but my own; with no quantization to correct what life, hostile and harsh, made a point of bending out of shape; with no artificial intelligence outsourcing the blood that can only come from within.

Plancks Epoch

This is the second one of four single track releases we plan to release this year. Like on almost all of our songs, we combined lead guitar and bass guitar recordings with a range of synthesizers but In contrast to our previous release, this song has a stronger focus on the Psytrance genre. The mood is a little bit smoother with a dreamy and psychedelic soundscape. The title refers to the crazy theory of the physician Max Planck about the things that happened in the first seconds after the big bang. This theory is commonly called the Planck Era or the Planck Epoch.

Pew Pew

10 tracks with technoish vibe

The Sailing Son

10 track album that whispers gently to your mind and scares the hoes

"The Flashbacks" EP

4 track album

Home & Fight (feat. RooKS)

2nd single for the upcoming album AWORLDWINDBUTFUN a song about useless foibles in a loving relationship.

Psib0rg

Venture into a cyber-psychedelic space odyssey detailing the exploits of the infamous 'WANTED: Cyborg Outlaw #6667' .. 11 track album. Made by Sertulariae, the Magnificent Cosmic Buttbaby . Whoop a lot of ass in Space, smoke a lotta grass it's no race. hmm.. what else rhymes . grace lace place trace grape clape bub grub snub hand gland flan plan green clean mean plean peen weenis macaroni tony bologna quiver sliver beaver teeter river mister blister creator masturbator

my penis fell off

uh oh,... my dang ole dingaling fell right off in the supermarket today! Howdy folks, experimental outsider artist from Louisiana here. This was my first LP and i had 100 unused Bandcamp codes. I've been composing computer music for 20+ years ever since i was in highschool and now i'm a depressed, balding man who's almost 40. You're not going to find more unique computer music than this, so give it a spin! Don't worry about me, I'm not really depressed, but i am criminally insane and talk to wild animals for fun. <3 *sm00ch* Love you, have a great day. Opps.. i accidentally forgot 9-11 damn. MY POOR TALLYWHACKER is deceased : ( doctor reattach my dong pls

a screaming comes across the sky EP

A small collection of downtempo, dreampop songs about space, dreams, and robots.

Isla

Debut EP from Kallbulla Three rituals for the great escape Music by Kallbulla Collage by Jelena Belikj

Ombre

Into the fog The moon shines The steam guide us Maybe we got lost Maybe it's just a dream The stars are watching us The mud shines We will not be afraid Only then will we see Beyond the fire Our shadows Cruising between fog and mist lowland, the settings become muffled, pierced by distorted guitars that make space between dreamlike lyrics and melancholic atmospheres. Stream: linktr.ee/labaia

Il Circo Arcoballonico

Continuous Degradation Procedure

A DELICIOUS 4-way SPLIT of experimental-horror-drenched-surrealist-psychedelic-euphoric-harsh-noise-wall (of DOOM). Cut the Signal with a rusted knife. Infect the wound. Repeat. KommandOOverdose grinds bone into signal dust. Aki Streeter stretches hallucination until it snaps and keeps stretching. SpecImEn peels layers back — meat, wire, memory — all the same texture underneath. UgUrGkuliktavikt chants into the cavity, and the cavity answers. Pleasure flickers, sickly-sweet — then spoils. A euphoric decay. A narcotic corrosion. Sound reduced to twitch, to spasm, to foaming residue. Continuous means it never stops. Degradation means it never heals. Procedure implies someone is watching. Keep listening. It gets worse. -Sir Kuliktavikt

Off en même temps

Yienksa and Kot-shito carve out a strange, flickering territory: tribal yet unplaceable, playful yet incantatory, as if the jams stumbled out of some hidden “fourth world” and decided to dance before dissolving. The SP-404MK2 reshapes these fragments into something simultaneously intimate and hallucinatory—short bursts, but dense with color, dust, and heat. -Sir Kuliktavikt