Our Republic enjoyed sending postcards so much last year that we decided to do it again this year. This time the postcard is not as cartoonish as last time, but with a philosophical and esoteric flair. Edition of 36 numbered pieces. Can be added to any order, optionally either empty or signed.
понедельник, 19 февраля 2024 г.
понедельник, 12 февраля 2024 г.
We present to you today in our space a new release in the form of a three-way split (Petrozavodsk | Rostov-on-Don + Magnitogorsk | Yuzhno-Sakhalinsk)
AD/HD | ZavLab | Utoplennaya Utopiya - Untitled Split
A five-part, paradoxically both multi-structured and homogeneous sound program. Something from the depths of the subconscious, viscous and rustling - shackling your ego with blurry chains.
CD-R with printing on surface packaged in a Half-DVD-BOX. 22 hand-numbered copies.
вторник, 30 января 2024 г.
PK 2025 - The Ominous Sounds Of Jupiter
CD-R with printing on surface packaged in a Half-DVD-BOX.
18 hand-numbered copies.
The ominous sounds of Jupiter are mystical and inexplicable sounds that come from the depths of space. They are filled with mysterious energy and cause horror and awe in those who hear them. Some scientists believe that this is a manifestation of geomagnetic storms, while others see in them signs of life on the planet Jupiter. But no one can accurately explain their origin and nature. Maybe these are the voices of the ancient gods or a warning of future disasters? One thing is certain - the ominous sounds of Jupiter remain a mystery and continue to frighten and delight people with their mystery.
четверг, 18 января 2024 г.
Almost 70 years ago, destructive waves materialized in the Orenburg region. Then, having got to the Astral, they became simply sound and wandered somewhere in the ether until they received their first materialization in the brain of the author of this project in 2021. Now, almost 2 years later, our Republic is pleased to present these sounds in physical embodiment:
Ausschreitung – 1954
Dungeon Synth / Ambient / Experimental
Factory CD packed in a digifile
The chilly dawn of the last days of summer was dawning in the crucible of the sky. Magpies were mourning in the trees, a cold wind was moaning in the chimneys of the factory. Loudspeakers on old lampposts shimmered with the melodies of forgotten singers, echoing in the old canals that crisscrossed the body of the city. There were few cars, few people on the streets, and there was a strange, mysterious silence. It worried, confused thoughts, and made it difficult to breathe. Somewhere on the border of the horizon, the sky trembled, as if on fire, rising in an unknown crimson cloud, a solemn, menacing, unknown cloud, and in this cloud there were no reflections of the August thunderstorm, it simply inevitably approached and grew, absorbing the sky, beautiful and frightening...