broadcasting station ft. ciaro

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rest in peace DOOM / i do not feel particularly thrilled about releasing this peculiar nonagon of a piece; painfully unscripted, i had to scrap a whole bunch of recordings to get to this last version, for i am not in the greatest of places rn and contrary to popular opinion, mostly i do not have any idea of what i am talking about. also ghilli bit because i am yet to watch master, wish me luck / interludes from GinTama (銀魂) Original Soundtrack, please watch the show.

tamil nouvelle vague propaganda w/ manisha, kiruba

mild bilingual discussion on tamil cinema, despair, and revolutions with two very nice friends Kiruba and Manisha (thank you both); disclaimer is, this is my first attempt at orchestrating a natural discussion with only a handful of pointers and a whole lot of improvisation, and all of us can sound a bit held back and awkward, please do not mind - we wanted to talk a lot more honestly. big sorry for the bad audio quality, all of our recordings were shot, had to steal from skype then (true valai pechu) lmao. intro/outro from Aaranya Kaandam (2010) dir. Thiagarajan Kumararaja, score by Yuvan Shankar Raja.

broadcasting station ft. ciaro

RECORDED ON A BEAUTIFUL SATURDAY, 13th JUNE 2020 / do not mind the romance / original compositions and cinema companionship / ciaro is a great guy and a brilliant musician, check him out at https://linktr.ee/ciaro / (track name, monologue) : (macabre, anbe sivam), (loathe vegas, close-up), (foucazi, stalker), (fast rainfall, naked), (razor, ghost in the shell), (up for days, godard performing arendt) & (planet of the apes, todo sobre mi madre) / closing section: lost, lost, lost

nightripper

wrote five pages full words and Tim helps me become d r a m a t i k about puppet combo's patreon exclusive Nightripper; while i explore schizoid avenues of discussion on postmodern cultural production (for 2m). https://puppetcombo.com/nightripper

numbing terrace mouth machines

session one / candid tamil cinema; a portion off a (1h) mindnumbing nonsensical and based mottamaadi conversation that finds myself and Rohith at our worst; expired plastic apples enter our systems, while ants plot to invade our territory by force.