Dronny Darko & ProtoU join forces for a spiritual successor to their celebrated album Earth Songs. Deep earthy drones, airy overlays, warm textures & wet reverbs are brought to an album rich with the elements of our world.

Recommended for fans of deep ambient, micro sounds and field recording

Alphaxone, ProtoU and Onasander join forces on Shadows of Forgotten Legends. Ancient behemoths lurk in black waters on this sub-ambient album.

According to Nordic legends, the Kraken was a mythological creature that was terrorizing sailors from Greenland to Norway. By emerging from deep sea, the giant beast was shattering vessels with huge tentacles and devouring entire crews.

“Shadows of forgotten legends” draws a new sonic path to invoke this ancient Scourge of the Seas, awakening it from deep sleep.

“Below the thunders of the upper deep; Far far beneath in the abysmal sea, His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides; above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumber’d and enormous polypi Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. There hath he lain for ages, and will lie Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep, Until the latter fire shall heat the deep; Then once by man and angels to be seen, In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die. - Alfred Lord Tennyson”

Layered drone and aquatic textures combine for a deep journey into the depths.

Atrium Carceri - Reliquiae sends the listener careening through the dim mists of time immemorial. There are asylums, prison halls and dark corridors in the twisted nether where our current illusion was created by our former slaves - now transformed to cruel masters by the Council of Twelve. Through the citadels of the Lost God, Where the rejuvenation of the collective soul has become brainwashing of the endless hordes that await his return with bubbling glee. This journey is one not soon forgotten, as the churning cogs of the old city dig ever deeper into humanity’s clandestine past. A sickly dull thud of stone on flesh is all that interrupts the ceaseless moanings and burrowings of the old city of our past glories. That and the incessant clamour of machines beyond count. The yearning for a way out of the illusion leads us to the top of the thousand steps of obsidian, where the processing plants never stop the injection of false hope to the masses of divided consciousness. A memory springs unbidden to my wandering mind: A black worm eats at the heart of the sun.

Reliquiae is a syringe filled with the deepest of sounds, with details so carefully perfected and indeed profound that it will make you listen to the album again and again, falling deeper and deeper into the void of the awakened. Spanning 19 tracks this is one epic release that tells a tale revolving around the relics that are the basis of our enslavement. It truly must be heard to be fathomed

Beyond the Ghost returns with an album ripe with film-like ambience and sonic details from abandoned cityscapes.

You get trapped in the loop of time and you’ll get spat out into a world molded by your own thoughts, purgatory. The skyscrapers cast shadows so deep that the flickering neon lights strobe your tired movements. You must have walked these streets a thousand times before, searching for someone, anyone. The cold wind hits your smooth face, it should have been bearded by now, but time is glitched out here. Everything is frozen, but you keep moving, chasing your own shadow.

Recommended for fans of foggy soundscapes, acoustic layering and Silent Hill atmospheres.

A 190 minute dark soundscape album recorded by 25 ambient artists to pay tribute to H.P. Lovecraft.

Field recordings from the deepest dark corners of 4 continents. Dusty tapes out of forgotten archives. Strings through crackling amplifiers and distorted drone combine into a sea of pitch black.

Nyarlathotep is a manipulative being in the Lovecraftian Mythos. Unlike Cthulhu, or Azathoth, he delights in cruelty and deception. Causing madness is more important than destruction to him. Smell the burning embers as you kneel outside the sunken temple before Nyarlathotep. Feel the raspy touch of the faceless pharaoh as he leads you to the ancient Pyramid. Hear his inhuman summoning call to gods beyond reality.

So is this a compilation? No, this is a collaboration and huge undertaking. 25 artists linked studios and sound for over a year so that they could work with each other. This led to deeper exploration of the Mythos and Nyarlathotep.

Tineidae (Poland) serves us a space ambient album thick with analogue sweeps and evolving walls of sound.

The derelict mothership is massive, its silent shadow swallowing your cutter-ship as you connect with the airlock. Inside, rusted bulkheads sing like whales from deep within as they reverberate with lumbering creaks. Your flashlight flickers in the dark as you wipe the smudge off a wall-mounted map. Better get the power online or you’ll never be able to access the backup logs. NG-section is two floors down. Time for another spacewalk.

Your MD-233 exosuit gets you climbing the ship’s exterior with little effort. Parts of the ship have been blown off, scattered across space from the impact all those years ago, revealing the skeletal remains of the eco-hub and launch pad. Makes you wonder what happened to those left behind without food. The distressed messages coming out of there were censored, but it must have been bad for them to have brought in a black market contracter to wipe them from the mainframe before the repair crew arrives.

Recommended for fans of space journeys, supernovas and arpeggiated swells.

Dead Melodies serves us a soundtrack to a dystopian future where cybernetic hacking has wiped most of the population, an overgrown world painted with dark drones

The rise in blackmarket mods of the amaranthine expansion had exposed more vulnerabilities than The World Council could patch. Originally promised to provide users with next-gen intersensory integration in The Cyberzone, but a bad code in the mod had revealed a port directly into the cerebral cortex, giving full access and control of the mind, thus kicking off a race between the Council’s Cyber Security Agency and hacker groups to either patch or exploit the port.

At first just the modded expansions were affected, but once the malicious code infiltrated the mainframe, the hackers gained access to the entire neural network. Full motor-cranial control of 80% of the world’s population was theirs. The hand of god was assumed; like puppeteers of the highest order.

And with the human race set to stand-by, white eyed and in a temporal loop of anaesthetic symbiosis; government houses burned, military intelligence was deleted and crypto banks were wiped clean. It was then the unspeakable and irreversible moment came; the genesis flood surged through The Cyberzone, literally switching off the brains of the connected, sparing only the young and the deactivated. Over half the human race, wiped out in a heartbeat. And the almighty towering empire of The World Council, now just a relic left to be reclaimed by the earth.

The hacker’s masterplan was complete. A hard reset that ushered in a new dawn for mankind. The few survivors, now fully liberated from the technological reign of The World Council, free to restart anew and rebuild the human race. Enter Earth 2.0

Fresh out of the Black Room Studio in Kiev, the third album in Dronny Darko’s sound design heavy trilogy is a continuation of his dark and minimalist sound.

“The awakening is rude and painful. You scramble to your feet, slithering on black fluid as it pools off your trembling body. The giant womb and pulsating walls breathes with you, slurping red liquid through fleshy tubes. The quivering membrane squirts goo as you tear through it, facing blinding light outside.

Structures as tall as mountains dots the alien landscape. A humming low tone fills your head. A flash of three suns under a red sky. Senses cut in and out. Fluttering vision. Stuttering sound. Strobing fear. The facility calls and you answer.”

Recommended for fans of lowercase ambient, alien abductees and void travelers

Alphaxone serves us a warm and inviting album about the contrast between the dystopian and the dream of a better future among the stars.

With a breath of fresh air from the oxygen tank you gaze over the rooftops towards a red sky. The colonization ship glimmers, leaving for dreams of a better future. Below, the city has turned dead silent after curfew. You fish a cred stick out of your pocket, enough for this months oxygen supply. At this rate you’re ten lifetimes away from a resettlement ticket. Or 6 months if you play your cards right in the underworld.

Recommended for fans of Space Ambient and Warm Analogue pads.

Mount Shrine and Alphaxone group up on this collaborative album exploring the delicate bridge between reality and dreams. A soothing journey served through crackling field recordings, deep basses and harmonic textural padwork.

Here in the sacred recesses of the mind rests the never ending palace, where reality and dreams meet. Where rivers of trauma cleanse dirty drains. Where damp hallways and underpasses run through great libraries filled with every thought and emotion that has come to pass. Where the ancient gatekeepers protect the sacred grounds with swords of fire as dark tendrils slither their way towards the core of innocence.

Recommended for fans of dreamy atmospheres and ethereal layering

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