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Sampler1

by Various Artists

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I am unravelling like a serpent, tightly coiled. Summoning the snake of all breath. I can see the spirits dreaming of you. You stayed on in minds and in villages of the deluded an en-raged. It is what the ancients called ataraxia - absence of disturbance. Immortality on their faces, night at their back. I remember what it felt like to be roots growing. To be held by the light You immortal soma, resurrected in three days. it’s spores are standing separate, glittering with light A star plunges down the slope of dreams and into the fire. Trying to induce a sacred moment, in which time can collapse We are seeing answers which mean nothing I have been people other than your daughter She was from birth entangled in imperial processes, which endowed her with split vision and multiple identities. The moon has unfolded and burnt a gauze of the skies. These years (lacking) of alchemy and language Under a caustic moonlight, in an air of mycelium and saffron roots. The visible world becomes like a tapestry, blown, and stirred, by winds behind it. She imagined a magic based upon symphonies, To look at myself in the eyes of a reindeer - I should have tied yellow ribbons on walnut branches In the Traumas of memory and the little nauseas of time. My name is Maata, I am seeking answers, which mean nothing Summoning the snake of all breath, Summoning the snake of all breath. It is what the ancients called ataraxia, It is what the ancients called ataraxia. Under a caustic moonlight, in an air of mycelium and saffron roots, Under a caustic moonlight, in an air of mycelium and saffron roots. I am unravelling like a serpent, I am unravelling like a serpent. We are seeing answers which mean nothing, We are seeing answers which mean nothing. Summoning the snake of all breath. Skin peeling back the dancer from the dance.
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Her broken bones, Her broken bones, Broken, broken bones Broken, broken bones
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THIS IS A FUNDRAISER IN ORDER TO COMMISSION NEW PROJECTS, ANY CONTRIBUTION WILL BE KINDLY WELCOMED.
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OUTPUTS proudly present ‘Sampler1’: a groundbreaking collection of music by visual artists, all of whom have been invited for the innovative use of music and sound within their practices.

Giving an open invitation to the artists involved, ‘Sampler1’ encompasses a spectrum of sonic approaches across eleven tracks including Marianna Simnett’s magical blend of flute, voice and electronics in ‘Firefly’ to the haunting vocoder poetry of Eddie Peake’s ‘My Love’ and the fragmentary electronic jazz of Jack Jelfs’ ‘Morning Image’, via Chooc Ly Tan’s fusion of musique concrete and techno in ‘Coeur Bioluminescent’, David Toop’s recording of a shamanic ritual by the Amazonian Yanomami Wayamou tribe and Cory Arcangel’s Steve Recihian white noise epic ‘currentmood’.

Sampler1 is a fundraiser for OUTPUTS in order to commission new projects. The digital album is pay-what-you-like; if you’re able to contribute something then that would massively appreciated, and if you can’t then please enjoy the album anyway 🩷

A single lathe-cut vinyl of each track will be made available on Bandcamp to coincide with the release.

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released December 1, 2023

Artwork by Cave Studio.

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Collaborations in music and art, curated by Haroon Mirza and Jack Jelfs

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