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Trouble comes in threes. So does Brutus.

The Distress Subsided

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Headless Horseman

Nighttime approached in the Hollow and as the hue of the sky shifted to dark, another dreary state of slumber commenced.

The raven, ever so gallantly mounted on a birch pedestal, twitched his head in bewilderment as the Horseman lay in his bed of stone.

Aware of his elongated moments in solitude, this living humble creature sensed that this extended period of time alone had caused a great deal of misery for the Horseman. Over time the distress subsided.

Road To Nowhere

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Who am I? Who am I trying to be?
Not myself

The most important journey I think all of us will go through is the journey within ourselves
To find our truth is to find
Who we are and what makes us happy

Who am I? Who am I trying to be?
Not myself


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2019-08-07 01:30

Another from Andy's first RGB-cycling session.


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2005-06-08 00:39

Andy's photograph of Depression.


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Silk Road Assassins

Silk Road Assassins, a trio consisting of Tom E Vercetti, Chemist and Lovedr0id, return to Planet Mu with their debut full-length ‘State Of Ruin’ two years after their first EP ‘Reflection Spaces’.


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West London Empath is the first EP from West London based artist Skit in over 3 years. In this time he has been involved in various compilations with labels such as Wavemob and Terrorhythm and dropped various singles but never dropped a full project.

Wings of Hate

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Blanck Mass

Blanck Mass is a British electronic solo project by Benjamin John Power, one of the founding members of drone band Fuck Buttons.

The latest album Animated Violence Mild comes along with a press release:

"In this post-industrial, post-enlightenment religion of ourselves, we have manifested a serpent of consumerism which now coils back upon us. It seduces us with our own bait as we betray the better instincts of our nature and the future of our own world. We throw ourselves out of our own garden. We poison ourselves to the edges of an endless sleep.