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The sophomore offering by Moscow illusionist Ilya Ryazantcev aka Iguana Moonlight centers on a lost shaman's soul transmuted into a mythical jaguar lurking in the Amazonian unknown. As with his 2017 desert island debut, Wild Palms, the music acts as both score and summoning, remote dreaming a gradient of sights, sounds, and smells via synthesizers and field recordings.



The six songs of JAGUAR waver at the threshold of fantasy and hallucination, saturated and surreal, awash in colors not found in nature. It's a virtual reality jungle of smeared neon, steel drums, and deep bass, hyperreal fauna floating in fluorescent mist. Purist portal music at its most potent, born of and for black mirror séances past and present.

St. Petersburg seeker Vladimir Karpov coaxes hushed auras of keys, metronomes, fog, and feeling to evoke hazed and isolated realms, traced in altered states. His latest collection – and vinyl debut – maps the maze at “the bottom of the self,” subterranean consciousness manifested from decaying synthesizer and shadowed pulse: music for fading torchlight. Labyrinth leads through six misty, mystic chambers of dreams, drones, delirium, and phasered percussion, spiraling in slow, sacred arcs, in quest of “the inner world.” Tosya Chaikina’s ghost vocals on “False Angel Lullaby” and “Shadows Of Forgotten Ancestors” bring a whispered hymnal mood but otherwise the LP is ambient and abandoned, obscure meditations along corridors of candlelit runes, “to find the right path, to find the true answer.”

The hypnotica transmissions of Jungle Gym exec Caleb Draves encompass every terrain and trance-state, from equatorial drone to aquatic miasma to stardust murmur, coaxed from fluctuating wooden floor gear assemblages: software, FX, keys, miked ephemera. Earth Mirage collects 11 of his most recent and revelatory rippling ecosystems to paint an expansive panorama of the Dravier dimension, high and low and longform, alternately windswept, psychic, and subterranean. Elements of gamelan, hand percussion, synthesizer, rainstick, and field recording ebb and echo and decay in opaque symmetries, like tarot symbols scrawled in smoke on cave walls.



A limited selection of these tracks appeared previously on Jungle Gym or its sister division Tourist, but in altered form; the rest are fresh additions to Draves' deepening discography. Totaling a full hour, this is as close to a definitive work as the project has yet ventured, a gallery of masks and mirages, for earths both future and forgotten.

We are here to satisfy your daily needs.

The first new classic-style slushwave album by t e l e p a t h テレパシー能力者 since 2015



夜明けが訪れる



Side 1 - 21:37

運命の縁から跳び立つ私を、白い鳳凰の翼が抱きしめる

その鏡は君じゃなく、私の孤独を映していた



Side 2 - 21:47

死の森にて結ばれた強制の契り

あの微笑みの裏で、君は私をほどいていた



Side 3 - 20:57

愛という名のラビリンスで、私は私を見失っていた

この夢の中で、君は私の心に光を灯すために歌う



Side 4 - 20:37

私はあなたに溶けて、光になる

今は離れていても、心はいつもそばにいる

私たちの夢を覚えていますか？ 星がまだ語りかけているのに

A continuous transmission from a world that almost existed.



This 53-minute compilation brings together fragments from across the Dreamfibre archive, soundscapes shaped by the optimism of early 2000s digital design, where glass, water, and light converge into something both futuristic and strangely familiar.

More tracks will be added

Andrew Wegman Bird is a Grammy nominated indie rock multi-instrumentalist, singer, and songwriter. Since 1996, he has released 15 studio albums, as well as several live albums and EPs, spanning various genres including swing music, indie rock, and folk music.

Hiroshi Yoshimura was a Japanese musician and composer. He is considered a pioneer of ambient music in Japan. His music lies mostly in the minimalist genre of kankyō ongaku, or environment music—soft electronic melodies infused with the sounds of nature: babbling brooks, steady rain, and morning birds.

nymph tones is a follow up to "carepackage" taking everything ive learned over the years about synthesis, sampling and asmr to create a stimulating yet cozy nautical playground full of brain candy, magic, and aquatic critters <3

Mythology has a recurring theme: creating ambiguity by rearranging worlds and creatures that normally don’t belong together. Centaurs, Minotaurs, Hydras and so on: mockery and mystery intertwine into entities that are in equal parts magnificent and ridiculous. Referencing this idea in the present, Loris S. Sarid conjures 12 compositions simultaneously showing traits of dreamlike trap, candy-flavoured New Age and Spoken Word. The lines between spiritual and mundane, drama and parody are bent and questioned, used as raw material and treated with the same importance. Binding the work together is the sense of feeling peacefully lost inside a shuffling iPod, buried in a quiet zen garden inside a noisy shopping mall or vice versa. What connects Ambient music, which often anonymously swims into endless sleeping playlists with monthly subscriptions to well-being, to the mainstream output of commercial music? "Ambient $" doesn’t explore the social aspect of this question, but rather celebrates the beauty of its paradoxes. This album is the morning choir of forgotten NFTs, brewing lyrics in their binary exile. The television homily of a wrestler turned priest, turned influencer chef, then hermit and then rapper. Randomness is reclaimed as a human quality, and the aesthetics of mass music consumption are repurposed into a rather inexpensive guide to streaming-service-enlightenment.