Dropped some new cinematic ambient, Fractured. More cinematic and a little less ambient than the previous 2. As a huge fan of movies and their scores, these allow me a creative outlet. And are a sort of aural aperitif, helping to firewall the melodic techno releases from sounding too much alike. Link in the comments.
Helping to anchor another great playlist this weekend from Kate on @WarminsterRadio with one of my Creative Commons tracks made using only presets on Korg’s Opsix. Thanks, Kate!
Good evening!
The Dark Train will depart UFO Central (@WarminsterRadio) y MINERVA Radio at 2200 BST//1800 ART on Moonday evening.
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This from 2025, reviewed indepth in Blitzed Magazine, is a great option if you've not heard my music recently, and have followed my progess over the the last few years.
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Prologue to my latest:
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Fujiwara Amaya sat on her knees in the damp grass, naked from the waist up. A sheathed wakizashi laid on the grass in front of her.
She gazed out into the smoke filled night, looking past the lamp lit streets of Kyoto below, at the burning mountain on the other side.
“There is nothing you could have done,” said the male voice from behind her. Somewhere in the trees.
Amaya inhaled. Even through the heavy wood smoke that was partially obscuring the view, the smell of blood taunted her urges.
“I failed them. My father protected them. And I left them to Nobunaga’s bloodlust.”
“His bloodlust feeds the soil, not his belly. And he willfully feeds off the innocent. Unarmed women and children. Would you have stood on that mountain in the daylight to lay waste to his army?”
Amaya sighed. “For the last hundred years these daimyo have destroyed so many lives. And I have been helpless.”
“Not entirely helpless. We have removed some very bad men.”
“If most of our clan were not misguided and openly split in its mortal loyalties, we could put an end to all of this in one night.”
“I wouldn’t call a policy of non-interference misguided.”
“This is the wanton slaughter of innocence at Nobunaga’s hands. Another will follow him. And this will continue.”
“What would you do to Nobunaga.”
“Feed on every drop.”
“Then accept the fact that you cannot protect every Japanese man, woman, and child. But, work to remove the real devils from our land. Until a leader rises that even your father would respect.”
“Where do we go?”
“Iga. They will accept us. Protect us by day.”
“Shinobi?”
“We have been at this for hundreds of years. We do have experience. And you know it will allow us to gather the information we need to get close to Nobunaga. Close enough to taste his blood.”
Amaya inhaled. “I can taste their blood on the smoke.”
“Put your wakizashi away. Gird your breasts. And kill anyone who gets between you and Nobunaga.”
“Together, Hide?”
“I am with you to the end, my princess.”