#Wavestep

[saint-vhs]

Blank Banshee - Wavestep

[trevlad-sounds]

Forgotten Mixes

Angels in your cerial

Blank Banshee-Wavestep 00:00

Lucky Dragons-Existers 02:18

Sundrenched-Summer Ends 08:13

Bibio-You 10:11

Mornings-Ebb 15:22

Aphex Twin-Alberto Balsam 21:27

Groundislava-Panorama 26:09

Oisima-Everything About Her feat. Annabel Weston (Ta-ku Remix) 29:23

THIEVERY CORPORATION-Fragments (Tycho Remix) 32:33

Giselle-Silk (Zebra Safari Edit) 37:59

Black Moth Super Rainbow-Smile Heavy 40:21

Sangam & Cholombian-Shelter Me 42:33

Boards of Canada-Orange hexagon sun 48:10

Different sleep-Turbulence 49:48

Lone-Banyan drive 52:11

[theklaapologist]

broooooooo i remember staying up all night, summer 2018, fresh into adulthood and listening to wavestep as the sun rose maaaan that was an era too innit

[liquid-clorox]

Blank Banshee - Wavestep

[crimkit]

april 23

Wavestepping crowds, salmonically flowing upstream, push us along, down cityhills and likestreets, til we find ourselves beached on an earlymorning pier.

Humanistic smells, here; coffee roasting and pastry baking, the scent of fresh piss on the street and emanating from the sewergrates, rotting fishheads—a veritably Renaissance

feast for the nose, passed down from the hillcity above. The sun reflects off the river’s waves, a coldly silver blanket holding the town’s secrets, an underworld so kindly consuming all that we

above no longer need, fear dissubmerging and emerging abeach. We take a bench, lifeboat in these foottraffic waves, and spot a body, shroudwhite and naked, hanging from its

cruelstretched neck plumbwise, feet dragging fresh wakes in the riverwater below, an anchor of our vision. No one else, of the hundred thousand passersby, notices the cadaver, nor our

cadaverously glassy gazes. The skin, we see, is pristine— no signs of struggle, no marks of life (for that matter, why no marks on the hangingstretched neck?), the white of a nurse’s

freshpressed uniform, arbiter of life and yet, now in death, a greater affirmer of life never there was (for how might we know ourselves, except by those who are no longer?)

Now we sit, midmorning sun shining upon the greengrey river, into which all the city’s backwash flows. Channeled underground from the holypeaked city, those privileged ones for whom life is but an abstraction, through ratstrewn pipes directing a memoritic flow of consumption, extrusion, consumption, extrusion, ad infinitum etcetera etc., quickly forgotten—out of sight and out of mind, by that highsuperior citizenry. Crowds in their numbers still pass us by, yet the attached eyes scan us over, unstuck from any single point. Sun beating down, drumbeating feet marching ever on.

What poor soul is this, caught in everforgotten channels, passed by and by, everonwards, and ending up in this lethic grave?

[x33xx3]

wavestep by blank banshee is def contender for best song of the decade

[iaminvencible]

Wavestep - SoundCloud

Escucha Wavestep de Blank Banshee en #SoundCloud

[terg-verde]

🧎🏽‍♀️

[abstractlesbian]

Blank banshee my beloved 💚💚💚💚💚

[kyosaya-brainrot]

madoka characters as blank banshee 0 tracks

Sayaka: Wavestep

Kyoko: Dreamcast

Mami: Teen Pregnancy

Homura: Purity Boys

Madoka: Visualization + World Vision

Wraith Arc + Rebellion Homura: Hyper Object

Wraith Madoka: Photosynthesis

idk why I wrote this

[theklaapologist]

now that i remembered about blank banshee 0 wavestep>>>>> b start up

[omg-casualbeardstudent]

sand by solarvortxx https://ift.tt/2J3z5R6

[dracwife]

yall ever hear a song thats SO fitting for the vibes of your ship or s/i but its totally out of character for the f/o so you just sit there imagining a little brain amv for ur s/i with romantic overtones or am i the only one