recorded a bunch of guitars to try and do something pop-adjacent, had to step away from my daw until a few minutes before deadline. time for jank.
well intentioned wankery gone less than ideal. Started as an attempt to poorly do 'hard rock' with a bass guitar and a six-string. Devolved into soundscape, but didn't have the dynamic flavor to keep things interesting for 6 minutes, so I folded it onto itself down to this just over 3 minute runtime. Was a good exercise in trying to recover from a series of poorly executed ideas. 100% sourced from recordings of two of my guitars with no synths.
only had 15 minutes, heard her using the piano. total jank flex.
poorly composed on a laptop with broken soundcard drivers and old software.
how ironic.
Inspired by the manga Gyo, by Junji Ito.
Arrangement sourced from the first midi that Google produced.
merry christmas, ohc.
daw kept crashing. exported what i could.
an audio palate cleanser. misophonic appetizer. baked to perfection and served with a delightfully lossy variable bitrate compression sauce.
100% sample manipulation. no synths. including audio from a school fight.
What's inside the box? Pain.
high pressure fluid dynamics versus periodic oscillations
behind the mirror
my darkened eyes
your hopeful glimmer
has come to die
simulation
exsanguination
simulation
extermination
the life you once had
empty and cold
the world you wanted
under my control
simulation
exsanguination
simulation
extermination
30 minute compo lets go
started with an idea for a more industrial track. fell apart. did this instead. driving fast, sliding sideways, looking at the stars in a trance. or something.
imagining the sound of driving alone at night along a worn road and your only companion being headlights in your rear view that seem to mirror every turn you take.
a meditation on small sounds becoming inescapable. becoming intoxicated and oxygen deprived at the same time.
features an undulating texture derived from tiny sources, including the highly amplified internal noise of the long tails of quiet synths, and contact microphones on a refrigerator compressor.
the background textures were constructed by creating a sound from an image of the letters of the first theme repeating over and over again. the story was lifted from a cassette tape I found of myself rambling cult like statements for nearly an hour, probably some time around 1995. the soundscape in the background of the vocals would have been created by balancing the feedback of the speakers in the recording space by while processing effects through guitar pedals and the real time audio manipulation abilities of an early sound digitizer attached to our amiga computer.
20 minute scramble submission
the spectrograph of this track resembles abstract dual sunsets over ocean waves
this is not for you.
sitting over the city, away from the fog and haze
entirely built from random selections of instruments, random selection of chord progressions, and arpeggiators set to randomly select intervals within the random chords. Serendipitously, it kind of worked.
for every door that has been slammed shut
i will still try and find a way
for every passaged closed and blocked
i will push on every day
and in the darkness behind these walls
i will tear open a new way
and in the prison of my mind
i will push on every day
30 minute scramble
The middle solo is a autotuned sample I recorded of my college dorm room window back in 2003. I'm so glad to have finally found a use for it.
Your theme is: corpse parties sexy lingerie mummies drugs pills unicorns.
Thanks guys.
this was about that movie with the vampire right? i think there was a rave or something.
alone on the ice and hunted by hungry animals
unbalanced, not final mix. Daw kept crashing. weird.
made in the last 25 minutes of compo.
got on a noise music kick this week.
20 minutes of furiously reusing assets and daw crashes.
given theme was "love smoothie"
stand your ground
when you tear it down
speak your voice
as your flag your hoist
hear the withered cries
that you can't deny
we can take no more
we can take no more
battles rage
our hope made fade
but we will stand
for what we demand
we can take no more
we can take no more
cold and isolated below the glowing sky
taken from Arcana's stream and done what I told him to do, but he wouldnt.
before the sun shines out its rays
of the final light before better days
can i still see the stars
through the bitter glowing haze
the steely grip shuts us away
to give our children one more day
but those distant lights still call my name
the worlds apart that we erased
ancient knowledge was probably forgotten for a reason
some silliness slapped together with a selection of samples
composed entirely from ai generated sound loops
a strange dream comprised of various bits of artificial intelligence generated audio.
r1d3 t3h l1gh+n1n6
one take vocals were pretty mangled by a misbehaving audio interface. oh well. its a long way down.
forgot to grab my keyboard and headphones. Laptop speakers don't work so well over the sound of dogs and house noise. I have no clue what this actually sounds like.
i was going to just watch starla's twitch stream, but then she asked where my song was, so i had to make one.
started with a gritty industrial song, didn't like it, started something else, and crashed before i saved.
made in 15 minutes from a single take recording of whatever acoustically interesting things i could find around the house.
your hearing is out of focus. it needs to be sharpened. we have tools for that.
attempt no landing there
liked the sound of a patch and went with it. would have liked to have made something more melancholy.
Watched a bunch of Silent Hill analysis videos this week.
ever shifting, yet always the same.
pentecostal skinny puppy
charismatic industrial, if you will.
surreal and divergent
speed run composition in honor of games done quick. start to finish, maybe 15 minutes.
waited too late to get inspired for lyrics. it misses them.
Answer the phone. do your job.
being semi inspired by having played a lot of Horizon Zero Dawn lately, it felt like discovering something forgotten behind an old door.
your love is like the cold of the moon
deeply cold and always there
your love is like the dark of the moon
hidden distant but always there
your love is like the stars in the sky
beautiful inspiring and so far away
your love is like the galaxy
impossibly huge
and it makes me feel small
insignificant in the face of your pull
like a black hole ready to swallow me
string me along as i fall into you
and all of me is torn apart
a million small spheres each with their own version of the world they've inhabited for only the briefest of time. every one of them coloured by their own frailty, shifting and writhing as they loft hopelessly in the currents they are trapped in. a moment of joy, imperfect and suddenly ended.
long forgotten and even less understood
something's not right with these cookies.
bittersweet like the love in a dream
never quite as real
covering faults with decadent thoughts
never quite as true
aromatic in the dark
never quite the same
filling my mind with nostalgic drops
never quite remains
sickly sweet and blinding bright
never quite what you want
an aftertaste hanging in the air
never quite as real it seems
SAFE FOR ALL TO VIEW
sometimes your flaws are your own decision.
fill me up
this space that is empty
nourish my soul
with the food that removes
between us grows further apart
and the grains that sustained
are the strain in our hearts
my shirt is red, and i'm standing on the engineering deck.
what would it sound like if your entire life was lived within the inner tube of a bicycle? you go round and round and always end up exactly where you started, even as the world moves around you.
composed from various recovered audio sources including a cassette tape for the Cricket Talking Doll.
I got to thinking about an ambient track centered around bubbles and water noise with cold wind blowing, but then it sounded like frogs to me which made me think about frogs in the backyard when we're swimming but that wasn't hottub enough so i thought maybe some beats would spice it up. yep.
a tightly woven thread makes light of the cord between us
holding us to better things as we speak lies and truths ever closer
do not let these threads unravel
bring fast your grip to winding ever tighter
make the way before you certain and firm
save your regrets for another day
for when that last moment arrives
it is the binding of fibers that gives us the greatest strength
entirely composed from samples sourced from my washer and dryer. Turns out you get a nice reverb when you stick your head in it.
technically that means the entire signal chain was dry.
as with acting, even the weakest of ability can be sold if you really commit to it.
Walk without rhythm.
Participation award entry this week.
Inspired by my daughter to do acapella.
i stood still
solid as a stone
even as i was tossed away
spinning over the void
splashing down over and over
again
and as i sank
i would not be moved
and as i fell
i would not be moved
and as i lay
i would not be moved
i stood still
solid as a stone
even as i was tossed away
Listening to the waves, remembering better days.
trying, and failing even more.
mostly this, but not in this order, because.. chaos. or something.
burn burn tear it all down
the smoldering coals of a life left wasted
flame flame and make it hot
set the world on fire and throw it away
smoke and ash rising in the sky
the putrid air choking
heat and tears burnished on your cheeks
turn your back and be consumed by the heat
my dog wouldn't quit whining, so i recorded him and used it in the background.
finally recorded something with my akai mpk mini. yep. it's a thing alright.
Merry Christmas everyone. This is an unfinished track from my endlessly delayed Christmas album.
based around a deeply processed field recording of a klaxon recorded by a security camera in the middle of a warehouse fire.
Struggling to stand up for the first time amidst the weight of the world around you.
i see my reflection
screaming back at me
i see my intentions
breaking through my screen
callus frosted wisdom
reaching back inside
entangled moments fracture
steal away my lies
Had to cut this one short this week. Still turned out ok.
Stepping a little outside my comfort zone here.
https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/bc.aspx
An excerpt from The Beast in the Cave by HP Lovecraft
alone in the sky, never more free, and never more isolated.
I went through four different ideas before finally giving up and losing it all.
Falling asleep in a comfy bed while on hold waiting to find out of my insurance company pays for COVID-19 testing.
I found this track tightly wound up and wedged between some bricks in a wall. It fell apart as I tried to extract it from it's masonry prison. I took the tattered fragments and lovingly reassembled them. Most things don't go back together undamaged.
sweet on my tongue and poison in my head
chew it up to make it go away
choking on the shards always makes me feel ok
does the flavor lie
if it tastes so good
do my thoughts betray
like i said they never would
throw it out and make it stop
unwrap another shiny waste of time
empty the bag and put it over my head
there's never one more chance
Multilayered beatslices, carelessly jammed into an approximation of the four on the floor framework.
Lyrics and vocals: Lyra Lilith
Mixing et al: Children of the Monkey Machine
Improvised Lyrics and Vocals: Lyra Lilith
Arrangement: Children of the Monkey Machine
No lyrics text on this one. She made them up on the spot after looking at the pictures for a few seconds and sung them with no pitch or time reference!
Ambience, Kalimba, Vocals: Children of the Monkey Machine
Lyrics, Vocals: Lux Delora
Vocals: Lyra Lillith
Recording live instruments is tricky!
The roots of the willow, drowned in mud.
Feathers of a pillow, too many floods.
Trapped inside, continuously growing.
The mud has dried, the wind still blowing.
Oh! Locked beneath, no escape, I see the teeth, and the open gapes.
No! Hear me! Hear my screams! It has me. Endless dreams! How much longer can this be?
Calling willow, endless floods. Ill never know, what I owe. The wet dirt drawing bugs.
The waters, they washed ashore. Their daughters, screaming out the door.
Claiming houses, claiming land. Their busy spouses, and their empty hand.
Quickly pacing, with the buckets. Endless racing, all their screaming, causing ruckus.
An ultraquick collaboration between Children of the Monkey Machine and his daughter.
Hastily written ambience: CotMM
Words and Vocals: Lux Delora
I close my eyes, just to think. Its basically just a really long blink. Blinking and closing my eyes, as the colors fade, from the skies.
I slowly fall into the blue, and I see the shadows engulfing you. As I cry and scream for help, all they hear is a welp. A welp they deceive as a sound of pain, when really, Im just in vain.
I never should have gone into the blue. I see the shadows, around you. I fear what they will do to you, I never should have gone into the blue.
Help me! Can they not hear my call? Do they just want to tear me until I fall? They tear me from those safe, warm arms, and now I am so far. I write these letters in bold, and now, I am so, so cold.
Uses the following samples exclusively, in their entirety:
soldier_laughevil01
soldier_laughevil02
soldier_laughevil03
soldier_medic02
soldier_medic03
soldier_laughlong02
engineer_cheers07
engineer_taunts12
engineer_laughlong01
announcer_you_must_not_fail_this_time
announcer_cart_attacker_finalwarning5
announcer_victory
Turns out I had a few loop libraries on this laptop along with B4 and Absynth...
The floor in here smells like sweat :(
Round | Date |
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OHC753 | Mar 23, 2023 |
OHC750 | Mar 02, 2023 |
OHC744 | Jan 19, 2023 |
OHC743 | Jan 12, 2023 |
OHC741 | Dec 29, 2022 |
OHC733 | Nov 03, 2022 |
OHC732 | Oct 27, 2022 |
OHC725 | Sep 08, 2022 |
OHC723 | Aug 25, 2022 |
OHC722 | Aug 18, 2022 |
OHC720 | Aug 04, 2022 |
OHC716 | Jul 07, 2022 |
OHC714 | Jun 23, 2022 |
90MC074 | Jun 22, 2022 |
OHC704 | Apr 14, 2022 |
OHC701 | Mar 24, 2022 |
OHC700 | Mar 17, 2022 |
OHC699 | Mar 10, 2022 |
OHC698 | Mar 03, 2022 |
OHC697 | Feb 24, 2022 |
OHC696 | Feb 17, 2022 |
OHC695 | Feb 10, 2022 |
90MC054 | Feb 08, 2022 |
2HTS409 | Feb 06, 2022 |
OHC694 | Feb 02, 2022 |
OHC693 | Jan 27, 2022 |
OHC692 | Jan 20, 2022 |
OHC691 | Jan 13, 2022 |
90MC050 | Jan 11, 2022 |
OHC690 | Jan 06, 2022 |
OHC689 | Dec 30, 2021 |
OHC687 | Dec 16, 2021 |
90MC046 | Dec 14, 2021 |
OHC686 | Dec 09, 2021 |
OHC685 | Dec 02, 2021 |
OHC684 | Nov 25, 2021 |
90MC043 | Nov 23, 2021 |
OHC683 | Nov 18, 2021 |
OHC682 | Nov 11, 2021 |
OHC681 | Nov 04, 2021 |
OHC680 | Oct 28, 2021 |
OHC679 | Oct 21, 2021 |
90MC038 | Oct 19, 2021 |
OHC678 | Oct 14, 2021 |
90MC037 | Oct 12, 2021 |
OHC677 | Oct 07, 2021 |
OHC676 | Sep 30, 2021 |
OHC675 | Sep 23, 2021 |
OHC674 | Sep 16, 2021 |
OHC673 | Sep 09, 2021 |
OHC672 | Sep 02, 2021 |
OHC671 | Aug 26, 2021 |
OHC670 | Aug 19, 2021 |
OHC669 | Aug 12, 2021 |
90MC025 | Jul 20, 2021 |
90MC024 | Jul 13, 2021 |
OHC664 | Jul 08, 2021 |
OHC663 | Jul 01, 2021 |
OHC662 | Jun 24, 2021 |
OHC661 | Jun 17, 2021 |
OHC660 | Jun 10, 2021 |
OHC659 | Jun 03, 2021 |
OHC658 | May 27, 2021 |
OHC657 | May 20, 2021 |
OHC656 | May 13, 2021 |
90MC015 | May 11, 2021 |
OHC655 | May 06, 2021 |
90MC014 | May 04, 2021 |
OHC654 | Apr 29, 2021 |
OHC653 | Apr 22, 2021 |
90MC013 | Apr 20, 2021 |
OHC652 | Apr 15, 2021 |
OHC651 | Apr 08, 2021 |
OHC650 | Apr 01, 2021 |
OHC649 | Mar 25, 2021 |
OHC648 | Mar 18, 2021 |
OHC647 | Mar 11, 2021 |
OHC646 | Mar 04, 2021 |
OHC642 | Feb 04, 2021 |
OHC631 | Nov 19, 2020 |
OHC626 | Oct 15, 2020 |
OHC625 | Oct 08, 2020 |
OHC622 | Sep 17, 2020 |
OHC621 | Sep 10, 2020 |
OHC620 | Sep 03, 2020 |
OHC617 | Aug 13, 2020 |
OHC615 | Jul 30, 2020 |
OHC612 | Jul 09, 2020 |
OHC610 | Jun 25, 2020 |
OHC609 | Jun 18, 2020 |
OHC608 | Jun 11, 2020 |
OHC607 | Jun 04, 2020 |
OHC606 | May 28, 2020 |
OHC605 | May 17, 2020 |