#nova electronica

[ckut-latinmusicmondays]

The essential playlist - Third season - Second episode: ULTRA K

¡Sintoniza tu radio mañana lunes 24 de junio de 9 a 11 am con CKUT 90.3 FM y disfruta de un nuevo episodio especial de Latin Music Mondays !

PRIMERA PARTE:  

~ The essential playlist  ~ 3.ª temporada - 2.º episodio ~

INVITADA ESPECIAL: ULTRA K

¡La cantante, compositora, intérprete y artista digital mexicano-canadiense seleccionó recuerdos especiales de su subconsciente musical para revelar una lista de canciones esenciales que dieron forma a su viaje musical!

¡No puedes perdértelo !

SEGUNDA PARTE:

Éxitos del verano con Dj The most high:

Jesús Molina - Soul Journey

Diamante Eléctrico - El Amor Es Un Juego De Perdedores

Francisca Valenzuela - Juan

Lika Nova - De Cero A Cien

MADRiiNA - Madriina

Quémalo !

Dj The most high

[nctrnm]

#NowPlaying: "Gossip" by Nctrnm

[soon-fm]

Song of the day - “Evil Line” by Coaltar of the Deepers!

Coaltar of the Deepers are an alternative rock band from Japan. They formed in May 1991. Although primarily influenced by shoegaze and post-rock sound, their sound incorporates musical elements as diverse as thrash metal, electronica, neo-acoustic, and bossa nova.

Narasaki, while being the leader of the band, has been an active musician in Japan. In 1998, he created the side project Sadesper Record which is more electronic based than Coaltar of the Deepers. In 2004, the second Sadesper Record album was released. He has also contributed to the band Tokusatsu in which the group created the soundtrack for the movie Stacy: Attack of the Schoolgirl Zombies.

Narasaki has also contributed to the shoegaze band Astrobrite. He contributed a remix of the track ‘Snowflakes’ to the spin-off of the video game Persona 4, Persona 4: Dancing All Night for the PlayStation Vita. Narasaki also takes credit for producing all the background music for the anime adaptation of Deadman Wonderland.

[phantasmagloria]

Storm Stereo 114: FM Trölli, July 4

Storm Stereo for Trölli FM. A show for summer, with bossa nova, soul, indie, reggae, hip hop and more.

Listen back to the Storm Stereo show for Trölli FM, that aired on July 4, 2024. A show for summer. Featuring rare blues from Guinea, Bossa Nova gems from Greece, Brazil and library archives, some neo-soul that could easily have been pulled from the ’70s, summery electropop, plus some mellow reggae and loungin’ hip-hop for good measure. Have been on the road and busy with band stuff in Athens…

[courtingwonder]

Zuco 103 - Outro Lado (1999) --- youtube.com/watch?v=gsmq5GsqXBc

[sometimescharlolette]

JOEL MILLER X F!READER (SARAH’S FRIEND)

PART TWO

Synopsis: You go out drinking with your friends and end up hooking up with a dilf, without knowing that he's your best friend's father.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: +18, sexual content, age gap (reader is in her twenties, Joel in his late forties), dirty words, cursing, sex (p in v), outside sex.

A/N: hello beautiful people, with the second season of The Last of Us coming this year, I couldn't help but be taken by how good Pedro Pascal looks as Joel, too cute, and that accent.... 🫦 🫦 anyway, I hope you like it, comments are very welcome, I'd love to know what you think, kisses 💜💜

Finally vacation, you couldn't believe that those last two weeks full of papers, presentations and tests had finally come to an end. You and friends were at the college pub as usual, eager to get your fill and party like it was the last day. This last semester had been more tense and stressful, so you deserved this moment of being young and stupid, along with the fruit cocktails with tiny colored umbrellas that were your post-test companions. 

The pub was small, there was a bigger one on the other side of the campus, but it was also packed with prickly kids from the most competitive classes who enjoyed making scholarship students' life miserable, and anyway, it was a kind of tradition to go to this cozy little bar, you even knew the bartenders by name, and you had freelanced there to pay for the alarming amount of printing that the college demanded.

On the plus side, the loud music was able to fill the entire room, blending in with the sounds of the bartender mixing drinks, the glasses being filled with beer, the lively conversations, laughter, or even the tears and complaints of the students who had fallen behind. This happy, pulsating cacophony was able to leave your worries outside the door, freezing with the snow that seemed to be growing every minute.

You felt so free without the worries of tight deadlines or sleepless nights to catch up on the content, being a functional adult with a part-time job in the college cafeteria was hard, although, modesty aside, you had learned to make spectacular coffee, and you had the flex of having a mug of fresh coffee every morning, afternoon, evening or night you spent studying.

One of your friends, Gina, the blonde with that enthusiastic smile that seemed to live on her face, pulled you by the hand onto the dance floor, you laughed letting her pull you into the sea of bodies that was shaking in the middle of the bar, hands and arms thrown up in the air moving to the rhythm of the music, it was an eclectic mix, from electronica, country, rock, bossa nova to pop, in this last semester, the singles by Chappel Roan and Sabrina Carpenter competed for which would have more weekly repetitions.

You lost yourself in the moment, head moving and hands in the air as you swayed your hips to the chords of 'Good graces' by your favorite blonde pop singer, when the chorus came, you and Gina exchanged excited and festive glances, leaving the random guys you were dancing with to meet in the middle of the dance floor, you wrapped your arms around her neck, to which she repeated the movement laughing hysterically. 

“boy, it's not that complicated” you sang cheerfully, gesturing with the hand you were holding the glass of beer in. “You should stay in my good graces”

Gina laughed at your semi-drunk and giggly singing. “Or I'll switch it up like that, so fast”

You met her in the next stanza. “Cause no one's more amazing at turning lovin' into hatred” Together, you sung the joyful line while giggling at your awful singing and dancing.

"Don't look now, but there's a guy looking at you." you whispered to Gina.

"Is he cute?" she said inquisitively.

You shook your head gently. “For you, I guess so,” you murmured and Gina laughed, tossing her golden curls back in a hair flip. 

She bit her bottom lip and looked between you and the black-haired guy who had been staring at her since you two arrived. “But this was supposed to be girls' night, no boys involved” 

You rolled your eyes. "Gina, I know you're dying to jump in his bones, so please." 

Your friend giggled, but didn't deny it.  “Well, you could give it a try too,” she said slyly. "Who knows, maybe it will help with your shitty mood”

"Having sex releases endorphins, which has been scientifically proven," Gina said ominously. "Girl, throw yourself on a cock."

“As if one of those boys knew how to make a woman come” You mumbled more frustratedly than you intended. You were not against a quickie at the club, but the experiences you had were annoying because either the guy came too quickly or he kept poking his fingers in without knowing what he was doing or looking for.

Having grown accustomed to your sarcasm, Gina rolled her eyes. "All right, try speaking with Simas then. He's probably around fifty. The closer they are to joining the SSA, the better."

You sipped your beer. Simas had owned the bar for, well, forever. He was essentially a relic, having been there since the college first opened. You pushed Gina by the shoulders and said, "Go get your man." Gina blew a kiss in the air over her shoulder and went to meet up with the dark-haired boy.

You shrugged and returned your focus to the music. You made your way back to the bar with your beer gone, avoiding drunks humiliating themselves, couples making out, or just students who were too pleased to realize they would have a bad hangover the following morning. 

“Hey, can I have another one of those?” you asked the bartender, having to bend your arm on the counter and shout for him to understand your request amidst the loud music blasting from the speakers scattered around the walls.

With your glass of beer in your hand, you turned to go back to the dance floor, you thought you saw a familiar face in the corner by the window,  you carefully dodged the hordes of students only to collide with the back of a tall man who was taking steps backwards for no apparent reason. Your glass wobbled in your hand, turning the golden liquid on your blouse and dropping to the floor with a loud clatter, glass shards scattered at your feet.

“Fuck, you don't watch where you're going?” you cursed angrily, trying to avoid stepping on the broken glass, the liquid splashing against the soles of your high heels.

The man in the worn jeans jacket turned around, he was older than you expected, like much older, like 40, 45, he was wearing a dark flannel shirt, the first few buttons open giving a glimpse of his broad chest, a silver army chain dangling against his skin, there was a slight blush, probably from the drink.

You looked up, finding the face of the stranger who had tipped over your beer. He had striking features, expressive brown eyes and a short beard flecked with silver. His hair was more gray than brown, the color you would have thought it was when he was younger.

He pondered, "Well, well, and I thought college girls were more polite." His voice was low and had a southern accent cadence—possibly Texan, but you couldn't pinpoint it—but it was undoubtedly attractive, you couldn't help but think about it before moving on.

 "You were the one walking backwards, I have a right to be frustrated.” You responded, your cheeks heating up angrily, he lifted his hands in surrender.

“All right, sweetie, I apologize for...” He began calmly, his gaze falling to stare at your now wet white T-shirt, clinging to the black bra you wore underneath. The tops of your breasts caught his attention, so you crossed your arms and he turned away. “Beer, let me buy you one to make up for it”

You stared at him in confusion for a moment, his serious, irritated expression seemed to have softened into a calm, tight-lipped one as he waited for your answer, you nodded in agreement, seeing nothing wrong with him paying for the damage he himself had caused.

When he reached for a glass of beer, you asked curiously, "Will I get to know your name?" His big fingers briefly touched yours, but it was enough to give you a thrill.

“Joel,” he offered dryly, taking a sip of beer, you watched as he drank, turning the glass as if he were drinking water, not an alcoholic beverage. 

As he swallowed, you saw his Adam's apple move, and a few drops of the golden liquid escaped his lips, following a path down his neck to the confines hidden by his flannel.

“Do you like what you see, little girl?” His voice rips through the silence, you blink when you're caught staring, and your cheeks flush with shame. You weren't one to fall for cheesy flirtation, but now you're on tenterhooks for this guy.

“Just curious, I've never seen you around campus,” you retorted, biting your lower lip. “Are you a new professor by any chance?” 

Joel laughs, it's a rich, deep sound that resonates in your ears, disconcerting you. “No,” he denies, as if it were a hilarious idea for him. “Do teachers drink with the students here? I thought there was some kind of ethics thing that forbade that, but maybe I'm just old,” he retorts, raising an eyebrow and leaning towards you.

“It's a college bar, anyone can come here,” you said calmly, trying to appear to have more control over your voice than you were feeling.

Joel stepped closer to the bar, an arm stretched over your side, your breath froze in your throat, your heart hammering like a tambourine, ready to jump out of your chest. “Why are you nervous, little girl?” His delight and mischievousness rolled from his tongue at the provocation, and he whispered against your ear.

You defended yourself, "I'm not," but Joel simply chuckled while his beard brushed your cheek and ran down to your delicate neck, your breaths mangled into a low, pitiful whimper.

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetie,” He flirtatiously whispered before leaving his glass of beer on the counter. You instantly missed the warmth of his body slipping away from yours.

"Want to leave this place?" As soon as the words left your mouth, you regretted your youthful confidence and recklessness in throwing yourself at a strange man, old enough to be your father, who to make matters worse, you didn't even know his surname.

“What do you have in mind, little girl?” Joel smiled suggestively, letting you take his hand, and guiding you through the sea of people out of the bar, you could practically feel your heart pounding in your ears, the blood pumping with a mixture of excitement and fear as you sneaked with the older man into an alley next to the bar. 

Your doubts, fears and sane part of your mind seemed to shut down when Joel's big hands found their way to your body,  one arm wrapped around your back and pulled you against him, while the other cupped your cheek and brought your mouth to his. He wasn't gentle; he didn't use that chaste pressing of lips; instead, he raided your mouth, his tongue searching your warm cavern like a pirate after treasure. He knew exactly how to make you moan pitifully against his mouth, he swallowed your moans, kissing you harder, you lost yourself in the feeling.

Your arms found his neck, pulling and wrapping around his gray hair, fingers desperate to touch any piece of him they could reach. Joel didn't lag behind; instead, he let his hand drop from your waist to find its place on your ass and gave it a squeeze that made you gasp. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your buttock, pressing you against him until you felt his erection against your belly and, fuck, you felt your panties practically dripping for him. 

“Condom?” he asked against your neck,  you blinked in surprise and briefly broke out of the lust fog to process what he was saying. For a moment, you had forgotten that you were on the street, and that every second was crucial, there was no time for foreplay, and yet you were wetter than ever.

“Uhuh” you stammered, pulling a condom packet out of your bra, after all, you never know what can occur on a night out at the pub. Joel gave you a grateful glance as you tore open the packet with your teeth, pushing his hips forward to increase the pressure of his hard erection against you.

Without wasting any time, he pulled his cock out, his jeans falling to his ankles carelessly, you made quick work of jerking off his cock, not that he needed to, it was already hard as a rock against your warm palm, you used the drops of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock to lubricate the length, the condom slipping off easily.

“Fuck, little girl, I need to be inside you now” Joel growled with hunger, his brown eyes clouded by a mist of lust and excitement as he met yours. He held his cock lined up with your dripping entrance, you slipped your panties aside, giving him access.

“Fuck” you gasped softly, eyes closed and cheeks flushed as Joel's cock slid into your folds like a searing hot tease, he rubbed the head up and down your slit, coating himself with your slippery arousal. "Just, please... ah." You didn't have to ask twice, with a quick and powerful thrust, Joel pushed forward, burying himself inside your pussy, he groaned at the exquisite sensation, his cock pulsing and twitching as your walls wrapped him in a warm embrace.

Beads of sweat began to form on Joel's forehead as he tried his hardest to stay still so you could feel comfortable enough to go on, even though all he really wanted was to bury himself all the way in. 

“Joel, move,” you asked breathlessly, your forehead falling against his chest as he finally began to move, the way he stretched you, the places he hit in your most intimate place made you dizzy with pleasure, a spiral of sensations that your vocabulary couldn't describe.

"Fuck, you're taking me so well, little girl." Joel groaned against your neck, sucking dark, red marks into your skin. His tongue quickly traced them to lessen the bite's pain, though he doubted you would have noticed so immersed in the sensation of his cock rearranging your organs. You dug your nails into his back, the denim jacket acting as a barrier to hide the red marks you wanted to etch there.

Joel's movements sped up, he fucked you with wild abandon, bringing his cock to the entrance of your pussy only to slam it in again, and again, you wrapped a leg around his hip, the new position allowing him to reach a new place that made you both gasp.

His big fingers reached out to find your clit, nibbling at it in the same rhythm as his brutal thrusts, the sensation was almost too much, your legs began to weaken, your eyes spinning, and that familiar sensation of heat building up in the belly area, it was almost like a fire burning all the skin his touches encountered.

“Fuck, little girl, I'm, I'm going to come... are you close?” Joel asked breathlessly, muffling his moans against the scarred skin of your neck, you shook your head quickly, not trusting yourself to form coherent words as you felt your body turning into a hot mess under his hands. 

Your delicate skin scraped the brickwork as Joel pressed you against the wall outside the pub, but nothing—no sensation—could take your mind off the orgasm that ripped you to pieces. As your moan pierced the night's calm and your sweet fluids trickled down his cock, you felt your body quake against his larger one, you clutched against his chest like a lifeline, your fingers curling into his flannel shirt, knuckles almost white of holding.

Jesus Christ! Joel had never been religious, but he swore that if heaven existed, it would resemble the feeling that gripped him right now—the way your pussy's silky walls vibrated around his cock, seemingly trying to squeeze everything out of him. It was a heavenly sensation that made him cum instantly,  Thick ropes of sperm filled the condom, and he continued to move until you were both too exhausted, the pleasure knocked him so hard that he had to hold himself against the wall, holding your body against him, while he regained his breath and his balance.

When Joel pulled his cock out of your pussy, you both gasped at the loss of warmth, feeling so empty without him that you braced yourself against the wall, leaning back and breathing shallowly. Joel removed his condom and threw it in a nearby trash can, putting his jeans and underwear in one motion.

“Where do you live, little girl?” he asked, gently brushing a lock of hair off your sweaty face.

A very distant part of you seemed to be trying to tell you that it wasn't a good idea to give your address to strangers, but that so-called stranger had fucked your brains out, and it was so amazing. Besides, you were exhausted from the orgasm, your legs were like jelly, so the idea didn't seem so bad. You quickly gave Joel the directions, and he took you in his arms bridal style. With a languid smile, you rested your head on his chest and lost yourself in the depths of drowsiness until you closed your eyes, your lids too heavy to remain open, and fell into Morpheus' arms.

***

The next morning, when your best friend, Sarah, began to open the curtains in your shared room, you mumbled quietly, covering your face with the blanket, you just needed a few more minutes of sleep and you'd be ready for another one. Unfortunately for you, Sarah didn't appear to give up and ended your hiding methods by removing the bed's covers.

"Sarah," you tossed a pillow at her while yawning languidly.

She just rolled her eyes, picking up the pillow that you tried to throw at her. “Stop being lazy, you promised you'd have lunch with me and my dad” she reminded you, you let out a loud sigh as you remembered the night you were feeling productive and agreed to everything that was suggested. Your current self detested it when you gave one of those. 

“Do I really have to go?” You grumbled wearily as Sarah simply stood firmly over you. You sighed and got out of bed to dress, saying that you hate the way she was able to persuade everyone, it’s like a superpower—something about being the only kid or whatever.

"Does your father have to eat so early, Sarah? It's ten in the morning." You grumbled in a low voice as you stuffed your face with caffeine to try to remain awake at lunch.

Your friend, who was well aware of your morning sour attitude, rolled her eyes. "He came early; do you recall that I mentioned that we're from Texas?"

With a feeble nod, you allowed Sarah to lead you across the college campus to the small Mexican diner where you two used to have lunch at the end of each semester. You barely noticed when she let go of your arm to run and hug her father, it wasn't until you nearly tripped a chair that you realize she was gone.

"So, you must be Mr. Miller," you remarked politely, your voice a little slurred from the combination of alcohol and lack of sleep. You shifted your sunglasses to look him in the eyes.

“Fuck” The curse escaped your mouth, when you recognized him, he wasn’t some random dilf you fucked last night, but your best friend's fucking father, the same who made you see the stars outside the pub. Damn it, you were fucked, and this time not in a good way.

[puffkins2000]

Updated Radio Stations!

Finally, right? Alright, so I updated some of my radio stations with music from For Rent and Lovestruck. ^^ Sorry it took me a while--computer and all. XP From For Rent, we have: Yunè Pinku ~ Blush Cut (electronica) Debbie ~ No Way (R&B) SWABLEE FWA ~ Vivi Echo (pop) Maisie Peters ~ Run (pop) WIYL J ~ Gom Zibe (pop) And from Lovestruck: Maude Latour ~ Too Slow (pop) Fabinana Palladino ~ Can You Look In The Mirror? (pop) Asher Nova ~ Zo Hungwah (pop) DannyLux ~ Un Dia Entenderas (romance) Faye Webster ~ In A Good Way (romance) Mario Bautista ~ Brindo (romance) Matisse ~ Ay Ay (romance) Pahua ~ Caramelo (romance) Richaelio and Claudia Cecilia Lopez ~ Tu Y Yo (romance) Goat Girl - words fell out (alternative) Mexican Institute of Sound featuring Ceci Bastida ~ Stop! (electronica) TroyBo - Cruise (electronica) Get your radio stations here!!! Pop | Romance | Alternative | Electronica | R&B

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Drifting Paradox • Blow job at the club • Lemon Sherbets (Original Mix) • DriftHaze • 阿佐ヶ谷極速快車手 • Acid Gaya • Drift Track • Tsurinusia • MarbleDrug • Left Eye • Over You • Drift X • Overheat 2021 • Lixo Nova • Nitro Fueled • Asagaya Circuit • Brain Fog • Asagaya Drift • 高円寺３丁目

Submitter's Note: A compilation album created to celebrate the opening of AsagayaDrift, a nightclub in Japan, that features numerous well respected electronica artists from throughout the country (some of whom have gone on to perform at the club).

Bandcamp

[ystk-archive]

capsule in H magazine vol. 60 (April 2003)

"We had a computer in the house before the average family could afford them and when I look through old photos, there are tons of me sitting in front of it. I was a scary kid, always looking at a black screen with green-colored text." The person who said this is Nakata Yasutaka, who handles everything from sound production to artwork for his unit capsule alongside vocalist Koshijima Toshiko. Having spent his boyhood surrounded by machines, it was only natural that he became fascinated with technology, and by his junior high years he first started recording at home by combining his long-studied piano skills with his computer hobby. "Instead of being inspired by artists, I started making music because of computers, so in that sense I have more reverence for scientists, like Edison and so on (laughs)." Because of this background, he appears to be very unfamiliar with music, but capsule's second album CUTIE CINEMA REPLAY, due to be released in March, is filled with diverse influences ranging from French music, to bossa nova, breakbeats, electronica and more. As its title suggests, it's like the soundtrack to a cute and kitschy '70s French film. "I started getting into interior design towards the end of high school. As I get closer to how I want my place to look, the music I want to listen to in my apartment has changed, resulting in the sound on this album. I was trying to create songs that would make me only think of nice things while I'm in my house. Kind of like escaping from reality (laughs)." Does that mean the album's visuals are inspired from old European movies that had lots of cute interior décor? "I do really like that kind of stuff, but I don't know anything about it; to me, it's just fashionable. The film that's influenced me the most is Laputa: Castle in the Sky (laughs). I like vintage computers, right? So I was looking at the back of the DVD case for that movie recently and I realized why I like it so much. 'A tale from an age when machines still enjoyed being machines' was written there. During the intro sequence, there are a bunch of objects from Laputa flying around, and then a scene later on where they fall. I like that sort of dreamy yet realistic world."

- scan & translation by ystk-archive, please credit if sharing elsewhere -

[post-punk-revival]

Legitimately really curious about the music question from that kin ask meme you just reblogged. I'd love an answer about any of your kintypes, but I'm especially interested to know if there's any music that you associate with/really resonates with your experience as an isopod.

THANK YOU

See, here's the thing, I never really associate music with any of my theriotypes. Animalistic species specifically. I get into an animalistic mindset by being in nature or acting out instincts, and music (or any other form of art) is going to take me out of that, especially if there's lyrics. There's no bird music to me, no bug music or mustelid music. I just don't associate it, positively or negatively. I guess no, to answer your question. To be in an isopod shift I'd rather be by the ocean or eat foods similar to what we eat in the wild (seaweed salad I guess), since that's what feels the most animalistic to me. Especially for isopod shifts, an animal that does not have a traditional chordate's sense of hearing, I'm not going to vibe with music. I'd share MyNoise generators that have those vibes for me before any songs.

Music-related shifts for me are all about the sapient kintypes, i.e. computer, Novakid, or fictotypes. But I liked this particular ask meme's music question because it differentiated songs, bands, and genres! And I love to talk genre so!

Individual songs are gonna be (Link) Blame by Air Traffic Controller, Never Existed by Keldian, Take 3 by Inner Wave, Lonesome Dreams by Lord Huron, (for Novakid) S.T.A.R. Child by The Orion Experience, Lightning Riders by AWOLNATION, Space Western by Rich Aucoin, Propane Nightmares by Pendulum, Nova by VNV Nation, (...other) Dreams by Joakim Karud (I cannot concisely explain why it puts me in a computer mindset)

Coincidentally, today (after reblogging that!) I just happened upon a song I didn't know about before, from a band with only 1 album and 10 listeners on Spotify, only available for streaming on a single website in the depths of the obscure music Internet, which catapulted me into a Novakid shift, so here's that, obviously

But I feel like I've listed those songs a million times and never mentioned that genres in general are what "computer kintype music" is for me. My computer kintype is an IBM 7090 so I heavily associate it with 1970s electronic music particularly, so that playlist is a lot of vintage electronica, Space Art, Mort Garson, moog synths, songs with Casio instruments, and recent stuff that takes inspiration from that era like Eyeliner, Jack Stauber, MNQN, and certain synthwave artists. I also associate it a lot with computer animation (pre-Disney-Pixar) so that's a lot of vaporwave and also every soundtrack album for all the Mind's Eye films (those are by James Reynolds, Jan Hammer and Thomas Dolby). I've never been able to find a really good version online of the song from Fabricated Rhythm, which I think is just called Fabricated Rhythm, but I like that too.

Post-punk reminds me of autumn/whatever my weird cryptic kintype is that's associated with the season, but maybe that's just because I'm happiest in fall and I love post-punk. However if anyone can help explain why Figure In the Background by Snake Pool gives me species euphoria lmk

[ckut-latinmusicmondays]

NOUVEL ALBUM: BITÁCORA DE VIAJE

Connectez votre radio lundi prochain le 20 mai de 9h à 11h sur les ondes de www.ckut.ca et profitez d'une autre découverte d'album avec Dj The most high et Latin Music Mondays !

BITÁCORA DE VIAJE, PAR EL EXTRAVAGANTE !

Cette nouvelle livraison d'El Extravagante est un livre ouvert sur son voyage magique et musical, du Chili à Toronto et au Québec en Canada, de la France au reste de l'Europe, et ce n'est que le départ....avec El Extravagante, le voyage est sans fin....

Ce nouvel album est à l'image de la famille d'El Extravagante : amis, amis et amis partout dans le monde entier. Mais la musique ne se présente pas d'elle-même, derrière nous avons un professionnel très talentueux qui organise Cosmovisión Records et maintenant, avec ce nouvel album, El Extravagante et la famille lancent un nouveau label : Ritmos del Sur....

Boom !

Dj The most high

Producteur - Latin Music Mondays - CKUT 90.3 FM

[fallershipping]

Music Headcanons

If anyone's curious (and you're not, don't lie), here's what I think Looker and Anabel's music preferences are:

Looker enjoys music. Internationally. - 70s Latin Funk/Jazz (Of course he would) - Fuck it, just Jazz in general. Acid Jazz. - Bossa Nova - 60s styled Romantic tracks... Groovy, baby... Oh, Behave - Japanese 80s Pop (Tatsuro Yamashita bros...) - Alternative/Indie Rock - Songs that make him cry or stare at the ceiling while frowning.

Anabel has a taste for synthesizer. - 2000s/Late 90s Electronica (Madonna...) - Eurodance - No, you don't get it, she really likes Eurodance. - French Cafe Bossa (With or without accordion) - Japanese 80s Pop -- Hey wait a minute - Easy listening New Wave or Synth (The Cure? Tears for Fears?) - Deep House Lounge Music

This is a pretty barebones list. People have insane tastes in music, they can generally like anything that's pretty good. I don't either is listening to heavy loud metal anytime soon tho. Or anything very, very vulgar. Both agents probably listen to each other's favorites regularly-- anything that's easy to put in the background.

[unfounder]

Top Underrated Artists You Should Discover on ROVR: A Journey Beyond the Mainstream

That dusty vinyl record that is in your grandma’s attic, remember? The one with the cover that had been damaged and a band name that was hard to fathom? Its sound was like no other you ever heard on the planet; it was a pulsating energy that transports you into another world. That is what is magical about finding amazing underrated music—this sonic expedition does not follow any predictable patterns and rather ignites a love for unexpected things.

ROVR isn’t an ordinary radio station. We are the antithesis of clichéd, expected and brainwashing mainstream media. Our radio has reinvented itself as a curator of sound-like universe where rare pearls glitter even brighter than ever before. From the Ethiopian jazz revival’s pulsating rhythms to the hauntingly beautiful throat singing of Mongolia, ROVR grants you access to the unheard of treasures from all over the globe.

The Global Groove

The internet has opened doors for a wide variety of music genres from across continents. One genre making waves again is Ethiopian Jazz. It’s made up of soulful melodies, intricate horn sections, and captivating rhythms. Explore Mulatu Astatke’s music who has been dubbed “the father of Ethio-jazz” his music is full of life and energetic. Check out his famous track "Yekatit (Dimitri from Paris Remix)" on ROVR and get ready to be transported to the heart of Addis Ababa.

Crossing Borders

Music should have no boundaries. The best artists are constantly going beyond the limits, obliterating the distinctions and inventing sounds that cannot be pigeonholed. Think of Sophie, a Scottish electronic music producer whose vibrant combination of pop, electronica, and hyperpop reframed the sound of the late 2010s. Her music is a riotous blend of candy-colored melodies, glitchy textures, and playful vocals—a sonic fun park that will leave you grinning from ear to ear. Check out her ROVR single “Bffa CULT” if you want to dance on your couch.

Finding Local Hidden Treasures

There is something special about discovering artists from where you live. Musicians from our areas infuse their work with local influences – they tell stories unique to their regions through sound. Bandcamp reviews and local radio shows are a great place to find such a diamond in the rough. Luísa Sonza is causing quite a stir with her Brazilian fusion of pop, funk, and bossa nova resulting in an irresistible sophisticated feel. You can listen to “Braba”, one of her top songs on ROVR; this experience will leave you hanging at its climax barely able to contain yourself amidst all the energy that propels Brazilian pop music forward

Genre-Bending Mavericks

Innovation doesn’t exist alone. Quite often, artists will look at various genres and come up with a fusion that is entirely unique; this kind of music defies every conceivable stereotype or conventional music norm. On ROVR, musicians like Lido Pimienta, Canadian singer-songwriter who combines electronic music with Colombian folk and indigenous chanting are present. Her songs describe her journey through life as she learns about herself and her people in a beautiful way. Find out more by listening to the incredible song called “No Se” on ROVR and you will realize what it means to create genre-mashing kind of music.

Bringing Treasures to Light

All over the world, underground music thrives. For example, we have witnessed rapid expansion of Korean Indie Rock scene. Some groups such as The xx have made profound lyrics alongside intricate guitar work which is essentially touchy-feely for individuals searching for meaning in their lives. They sound sad but hopeful making them ideal for introspective nights. Listen to one of their touching songs called “Arirang” on ROVR if you want a taste of real Korean Indie rock from its soul.

And Now….

The thing that is special about “underestimated music” is its power to astonish and motivate, forcing us outside our comfort zone, exposing us to new cultures, and sparking an interest in the unexplored. ROVR goes beyond being just a music platform; it opens up a window for sonic discovery. Therefore, pick your earphones and join us on this musical trip as we take you through amazing experiences.

What will become of the future of discovering music? Will AI algorithms be responsible for our playlists or will accidental surfing on the net keep leading us? One thing remains certain- journeying to find new music matters as much as the new music itself. For this thrilling escapade let ROVR be your compass.

[romanceyourdemons]

there may be some consequences to listening to electronica-bossa nova fusion music (i think i like bossa nova now)

[experimentik]

Experimentik #76 / 17. July 2024 / Antje Vowinckel / Korhan Erel / Lorenzo Abattoir

17. July 2024  / 20:30- (doors 20:00) *no entry during sets

3 x solo:

Antje Vowinckel - vibrating speaker, objects, voice

Korhan Erel - electronics

Lorenzo Abattoir - breath, electronics

FB event

title photo © Seiji Morimoto

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Antje Vowinckel is a Berlin based composer, radio artist and music performer. She works for a variety of public radio stations and festivals. Her focus is on the musicality of spoken word and speech improvisation. In recent years she developed her own methods like automatic speaking and dialect karaoke for vocal performers. She also creates installations and performances in public space, i.e., a quartet for car drivers and vibrating speakers. Her works have received several stipends and awards, i.e. Karl-Sczuka-Förderpreis, Ars Acustica Award of RNE/Spain and honorary mentions of Prix Ars Electronica and Phonurgia Nova.

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Korhan Erel ist ein non-binary Elektronik-Musiker, Improvisator, Komponist, Sound-Designer in Berlin. Erel spielt elektronische Instrumente, komponiert und gestaltet Sounds für Tanz, Theater und Video.

Erel benutzt Elektronik als ein Instrument sowie ein Werkzeug für Komposition und Klangdesign, in dem werden Feldaufnahmen, gefundene Klänge, Synthesizers, und viele andere zusammen benutzt werden, um Instrumente für Improvisation und komponierte Musik zu entwerfen.

Erel spielt solo Konzerte sowie in Besetzungen wie Ephemeral Fragments, Böseblick, Only With You und Pep Talk. Bisher spielte Erel zahlreiche Konzerte in Asien, Europa, Süd-und-Nordamerika.

Erel hat zwölf Alben mit verschiedenen Musikern und Gruppen sowie zwei solo Alben im digitalen Format veröffentlicht.

photo © Tuçe Erel

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Lorenzo Abattoir is a sound artist based in Torino (IT). A key element of his work is the relationship between spiritual practices and unusual methods of audio processing, mainly focusing on the use of microphones as a medium for amplification. He explores the boundaries between sound and noise using breathing techniques and different kinds of objects as instruments to structure his performances. During past years he recorded and released collaborative works with: Hermann Kopp, Dave Kirby, Alexey Tegin, Giovanni Lami, Freddie Murphy, Francisco Meirino. His performances has been presented in various venues and festival like: Cafe OTO (London), Instant Chavirès (Paris), A4 (Bratislava), Pistoia (Nub project space), Unsafe+sound Festival (Wien), LUFF festival (Lausanne). He also works in the contemporary art field creating sound installations and composing soundtracks for theatre shows presented at Venice Biennale college year 2020 and Roma Europa Festival 2022.

Latest studio album: Mess (aktIV) LP 12" released by Planam on 31 May 2024

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Experimentik 2024  is supported by inm - initiative neue musik berlin / field notes

[hatosaur]

jaya sorry if youve already been asked this but whats like. ur favorite music like what bands/genres/songs do you like!!!

i don't think i have!!

i'm into a lot of genres and can never really settle on just one! so i'll just list my faves from the key genres i'm super into!! the genres are gonna overlap big time, bare with me ;w;

indie folk/folk rock (aka really good depression music):

cavetown

mitski

wallows

big thief

cass elliot

hozier

weyes blood

faye webster

rap/hip hop:

kendrick lamar

sade

tyler the creator

sza

doja cat

country/folk:

dolly parton

orville peck

sierra ferrell

johnny cash

patsy cline

rock, pop punk, and other variations:

flyleaf

willow

paramore

pierce the veil

amyl and the sniffers

elton john

queen

gorillaz

bossa nova/jazz (productivity music):

lisa ono

laufey

lamp

herb ellis

sensory beats (just fucking noise for autistic brain):

galen tipton

oingo boingo

i also like a lot of vocaloid and the electronica of my youth (skrillex and brony fansongs)