Remixes
and mashups

A seamless stack of layers over layers to make post-rock robotic and apparently numb. An unbirthday gift that's too little and comes too late. Because everyone has their own Alice even without any wonderland.

A deep dive from original chaos to unfaithful calm and sharp melodies. Everything following a quite long path of noisy but tight kickdrum danceability.

You and me. The sun and an overwhelming rage looming. House beats, funky synths, 8-bit computer noises. Fractured voices, decomposed to be re-combined along multiple layers. Rising, then falling. Like the sun broken into cold numbers.

The trade of relationships. Buy and selling feelings. 8 bit ecommerce love before Amazon, swooshy swipes before Tinder. The club is closing, the night is still young, and emotions for sale. I have the time for you now, but it's not quality time.

Have you ever wondered how will tomorrow be? Just another yesterday, made of robotic little noises and distorted basslines. Follow the low frequencies until the night is over and see where everything ends up hiding.

Bits like raindrops, bytes like tiny pieces of water sliding down the slippery slope of your skin. Androidish emotions dripping, slipping, and falling. The symptoms are the ones of drowning, but much, much more enjoyable.

A clapping house tune, bumping like the subwoofer of a car stereo running away from here to there. Wherever there is. Take the autobahn, cross the border of the atmosphere, without no second thoughts about going back.

Like ripples on a blank shore, synthetic tears separate into echoes of electric pianos and drum machines. No one's to blame. Melodic guitar samples are bittersweet distractors that fill some final gaps. Dedicated to all human beings, and robots too.

Don't get any big ideas: they're gonna glitch into disjointed arpeggios. Beauty sampled asynchronously, but there's something missing, something's off the rails. If we all have to go to hell, let's make sure our minds think dirty.

Melancholic distortions all around. Scratchy synths, fuzzy drum beats, broken voices. Beautiful, still. And sexy, too. Gotta turn the naughty on tonight.