{"title":"Electronic Music","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"vi-deo-blue-colored-vinyl-011586671744","title":"Vi\/Deo [Blue Colored Vinyl]","description":"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143908413523,"sku":"2431319X","price":47.21,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/Image-Coming-Soon_d9857de1-f98d-4511-92a1-a06e869788a3.png?v=1788489108"},{"product_id":"silvercoat-the-throng-011586671843","title":"Silvercoat the throng","description":"New York electronic experimentalist Nicky Mao's 4th full-length, Silvercoat the throng, emerged against the backdrop of lockdown, compelled by an intuitive directive: \"resist the urge to fill the space.\" Compositionally this translated as a simmering, shadowy energy, veiled but variable, traced in a composite of strings, synthetics, rhythm, and voice. The title alludes to a poetic notion of \"possibility, rescued from darkness,\" which aptly evokes the shape-shifting, devotional feel of these ambitious and elegant sound designs, crafted in defiance of impermanence, driven by the pursuit of becoming \"more and more articulated, differentiated.\"   Collaborations with travis from ONO, Speaker Music, and Muqata'a further expand the album's lyrical, liminal palette, meshing elements of experimental techno, spoken word, neo-classical, and industrial noise into a fluid, encrypted dialect all it's own. Mao speaks of creative strategies of solidification and reification, encounter and transformation, pure being and punctuation - a multitude of sparks, fuses, and forking paths leading across fresh thresholds and twilit terrain. Taken as a whole, Silvercoat captures Hiro Kone at the peak of their powers, alchemizing disruption and decomposition into regenerative interior worlds: \"Within the darkness and absence is an opportunity for discovery.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143912869971,"sku":"2424128X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3996966_0905aa5c-d665-402c-acab-1ed7bed20d00.jpg?v=1788489133"},{"product_id":"shatter-silver-vinyl-011586671102","title":"Shatter (Silver Vinyl)","description":"The collaborative debut of American minimal techno pioneer Troy Pierce and Colombian audiovisual artist Natalia Escobar aka Poison Arrow was conceived in reverse: first they created a collection of shadowy surrealist videos, then wrote music inspired by them. This inverted process proved remarkably fruitful. Shatter is a simmering, slow-burn noir odyssey inspired by the Greek myth of Echo and Narcissus, traversing subtle shades of sleepwalker dub, metallic lament, broken beats, and erotic negative space. It's an effectively unsettling evocation of the legend's core theme: \"There is nothing more complex than a shattered heart, or a heart that can't love.\"  Considering their shared background trafficking in darkened dance floor modes, what's most striking about Pierce with Arrow's partnership is it's rhythmic restraint. The album's 10 tracks seethe and shudder between glamor and gloom, with only occasional dread-steeped metronomes mapping the malaise to a grid. They speak of pursuing a \"spatial approach\" with this project, which manifests in the music's immersive design and patient execution, each mangled clang and rippling pool of bass allowed to reverberate it's full flickering waveform.   Guest appearances by austere techno producer Konrad Black (\"Obsidian Glass\") and drum n bass institution dBridge (\"It's A Love Story, After All\") flow seamlessly into the whole, subtle sculptural accents on a dimly lit descent through purgatories of longing and lust. But the shadows recede for the record's closing cut, \"Narcissus,\" which swells elegiacally in a mass of devotional drones over a muted heartbeat, like Narcissus gazing upon his reflection in holy awe: elusive true beauty, finally beheld, by itself.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143913459795,"sku":"2362249X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3895004.jpg?v=1791449641"},{"product_id":"honest-labour-011586671867","title":"Honest Labour","description":"Manchester UK's Space Afrika make music of what they term \"overlapping moments\" - oblique mosaics of dialogue, rhythm, texture, and shadow, half-heard through a bus window on a rainy night. Honest Labour, the group's first full-length since 2020's landmark hybtwibt? (have you been through what i've been through?) mixtape, expands the project's palette with classical strings, shimmering guitar, and visionary vocal cameos, leaning further into their enigmatic fusion of ambient unrest and cosmic downtempo. It's a sound both fogged and fragmented, at the axis of song craft and sound design, born from and for the yearning solitudes of life under lockdown.  The album title is tiered, alluding to a legendary patriarch from co-founder Joshua Inyang's Nigerian family tree (who was lovingly called \"Honest Labour\" for his loyalty and resilience) as well as the nature of self-designated work, such as Space Afrika's music - a \"labor of love\" in it's truest sense. With fellow co-founder Joshua Reid recently relocated to Berlin, the pair began sharing files last fall, piecing together poetic vignettes of looping haze and found sound, inspired by the notion of \"records that leave an impression, and help the listener deal with their life.\" As the isolation of Covid compounded with the worsening winter, the songs skewed increasingly introspective and emotive, reflecting a mood of dissipating futures and the infinite nocturnal unknown.  The artists cite two core motivations for Honest Labour: to transcend the sum of their influences, and \"to show what we're capable of.\" Both ambitions are entirely realized. The collection's 19 tracks flow with a synergy and sophistication as rare as they are radical, untethered to the dusty dub-techno templates of Space Afrika's early years. These are interstitial anthems, expressionistic and open-ended, delirious but deliberate, attuned to the drift and dreamstate of the present moment: \"Ultimately this is an homage to U.K. energy, and an album about love and loss.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143913656403,"sku":"2414389X","price":13.04,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3985292.jpg?v=1788489118"},{"product_id":"private-life-clear-purple-011586671959","title":"Private Life - Clear Purple","description":"New York based duo Tempers, comprised of Jasmine Golestaneh and Eddie Cooper, have been diligently carving out their own unique niche within dark indie, electronica and synth-pop circles since their formation. After a series of digital singles in 2013, Tempers began solidifying their singular identity of rigorous electronic production blended with instinctual, unleashed vocals. Following well received tours in Europe and the United States, Tempers saw the release of their debut album entitled Services, released in Germany via the highly regarded cult imprint Aufnahme + Wiedergabe and quickly became a staple in the synth-pop\/post punk scenes in both the States and in Europe. Since the release of Services, Tempers have regularly appeared at a number of international festivals and venues, including Test Pressing Festival and Berghain to name a few, and ambitiously created a concept album entitled Junkspace in 2018, in collaboration with famed architect REM Koolhaas, about the deconstructed banality and overlooked grace of 20th century shopping mall culture. Tempers third full-length album, Private Life, successfully progresses their cinematic aesthetic into a moodier and more introspective landscape. Private Life opens with \"Capital Pains\", a lonely incantation that echoes the human desire to envy other people's lives and endlessly chase our own insecurities. Surreal, isolated atmosphere backed by upbeat rhythm and melancholy refrain projected from \"Capital Pains\" perfectly set the tone expectation for Private Life. \"Peace of Mind\" crawls along as a dramatic dirge with Golestaneh imparting matters of loneliness and solitude, always looking from the outside and complemented with Cooper's haunting resonance. The character behind songs such as \"Sleep\" and \"Push\/Pull\" break from Tempers signature synth-laden post punk notoriety, instead switching to a more somber songwriting style that settles down between downtempo dream pop and despondent soundtracks. Behind the backdrop of driving electronics and magnetic verse, Private Life deconstructs and reimagines the ideas behind despair, love, loneliness, and hope. While most people would simply reflect on nostalgia, Tempers stands alone in their unique methods, fictionalizing their ideas through sound and vision to create soundtracks for everyday affliction.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143914999891,"sku":"2724797X","price":28.25,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4431867_970a5055-4af9-49c0-9ef8-0b94c3afcd80.jpg?v=1788485525"},{"product_id":"interior-terror-011586671317","title":"Interior Terror","description":"Hide's third album, Interior Terror further abandons traditional concepts of song structure in favor of splintered rhythms and fevered, immediate release. Expanding on previous themes of autonomy and empowerment, Interior Terror addresses and questions the corporeal and immaterial body in a physical and metaphysical sense. Turning to the dread inside, reflecting on the world around us, Hide gives voice to the power of destruction as a catalyst for hope, and to the collective experiences of those who've come before us as a wellspring of our own power. Raw vocal delivery of mantra-like prose issued forth yields a raging, plaintive wail that lulls, mocks, questions, proclaims and decries. A dearth of collected field recordings give way to more fluid arrangements while retaining a scathing urgency. The result is minimal, spacious, and jarring; a distant knocking grown into the pulse of a hypnotic dirge, drones emerge from shards of decomposed sound, bending, seething their way through your body.  \"Do Not Bow Down\" loops the driving, off kilter rhythm of a skipping Depeche Mode CD with the twisted trill of a sampled composition by quarter note pianist and composer Mildred Couper to produce a madly spinning otherworld where self-immolation serves as your most positive contribution to society. \"Nightmare\" explodes, unrelenting; conflating time and space to the beat of repeated blows to the head. A reflection on perpetual suffering, generational traumas and the transformative action of release. Title track \"Interior Terror\" belies a new brand of body horror informed by the systemic enforcement of a contemporary Western gender binary, touching on experiences of dysphoria and disassociation. \"Fear\" answers the question 'Where do cops come from' in the opening line 'Straight from God's cunt to the death cult', belittling the pathetic and repeated attempts of man to access power only to use it to terrorize others. \"Daddy Issues\" recontextualizes the text of a letter written and read by Brock Turner's father to the judge presiding over his son's rape trial to nauseating effect. Finally, \"This Blood\" closes the album with determined acceptance and solemn reverence, acknowledging our own intrinsic natures, our own electrified and beating hearts.  Previous releases from Hide include 2016's Black Flame ep which is dedicated to the memory of Reyhana Jabbari, a 27 year old Iranian woman who was hung for allegedly killing someone who was trying to rape her, and deals with various human rights violations in Iran. Hide's 2017 debut album for Dais, \"Castration Anxiety\", addresses issues of power dynamics and representation, an album that calls for personal autonomy and the destruction of anything barring the way. A single on Sub-pop for the label's singles club followed, with two unhinged tracks touching on the phenomenon of internalized misogyny, motherhood and child abuse. In 2019, Hide's second full-length album \"Hell is Here\" finds the artists trading more traditional compositions for a far more incongruous and disjointed approach. The tone is sick and heavy, and the listener is met with something less illusory and a lot more direct.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143915458643,"sku":"2665120X","price":28.25,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3966824.jpg?v=1791449642"},{"product_id":"interior-terror-011586671324","title":"Interior Terror","description":"Hide's third album, Interior Terror further abandons traditional concepts of song structure in favor of splintered rhythms and fevered, immediate release. Expanding on previous themes of autonomy and empowerment, Interior Terror addresses and questions the corporeal and immaterial body in a physical and metaphysical sense. Turning to the dread inside, reflecting on the world around us, Hide gives voice to the power of destruction as a catalyst for hope, and to the collective experiences of those who've come before us as a wellspring of our own power. Raw vocal delivery of mantra-like prose issued forth yields a raging, plaintive wail that lulls, mocks, questions, proclaims and decries. A dearth of collected field recordings give way to more fluid arrangements while retaining a scathing urgency. The result is minimal, spacious, and jarring; a distant knocking grown into the pulse of a hypnotic dirge, drones emerge from shards of decomposed sound, bending, seething their way through your body.  \"Do Not Bow Down\" loops the driving, off kilter rhythm of a skipping Depeche Mode CD with the twisted trill of a sampled composition by quarter note pianist and composer Mildred Couper to produce a madly spinning otherworld where self-immolation serves as your most positive contribution to society. \"Nightmare\" explodes, unrelenting; conflating time and space to the beat of repeated blows to the head. A reflection on perpetual suffering, generational traumas and the transformative action of release. Title track \"Interior Terror\" belies a new brand of body horror informed by the systemic enforcement of a contemporary Western gender binary, touching on experiences of dysphoria and disassociation. \"Fear\" answers the question 'Where do cops come from' in the opening line 'Straight from God's cunt to the death cult', belittling the pathetic and repeated attempts of man to access power only to use it to terrorize others. \"Daddy Issues\" recontextualizes the text of a letter written and read by Brock Turner's father to the judge presiding over his son's rape trial to nauseating effect. Finally, \"This Blood\" closes the album with determined acceptance and solemn reverence, acknowledging our own intrinsic natures, our own electrified and beating hearts.  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The tone is sick and heavy, and the listener is met with something less illusory and a lot more direct.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143916441683,"sku":"2393253X","price":26.59,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3966823.jpg?v=1791449635"},{"product_id":"musick-to-play-in-the-dark-2-clear-blue-011586672093","title":"Musick To Play In The Dark 2 (Clear Blue)","description":"After leaving London in 1999 for the sleepy seaside retiree town of Weston-super-Mare, Coil co-founders John Balance and Peter \"Sleazy\" Christopherson set up shop in a palatial eight-bedroom estate to pursue the outer reaches of the group's heightening cabalistic chemistry. Among the staggering string of late-era masterpieces they produced is lunar opus Musick Is To Play In The Dark, widely hailed as an artistic zenith upon it's release. The sessions that birthed it were in fact so fruitful that a second LP took shape during the creation of the first one.  Aided by the recent addition of Welsh multi-instrumentalist engineer Thighpaulsandra, Coil mined further into the recesses of surrealist eldritch electronica Balance termed \"moon music\" - post-industrial spellcasting at the axis of narcotic and nocturnal energies. Musick To Play In The Dark² spans a full witching hour of bad acid sound design, synthesizer voyaging, opiated balladry, Luciferian glitch, and subliminal hymnals, alternately ominous, oracular, and absurd. Scottish gothic icon Rose McDowall guests on vocals for two tracks but otherwise the album is a hermetic affair, tapping into the group's limitless insular synergy.  Opener \"Something\" is stark and incantational, a spoken word experiment for windswept voids. \"Tiny Golden Books\" unspools an aerial whirlpool of cosmic synth, both whispery and widescreen. \"Ether\" is an exercise in funeral procession piano and intoxicated wordplay (\"It's either ether or the other\"), while \"Where Are You?\" and \"Batwings - A Liminal Hymn\" lurk like liturgical murmurings heard on one's death bed, framed in granular FX and flickering candlelight.  As a whole the collection skews more muted and remote than it's predecessor, as if having grown accustomed to the nether regions of these darkening seances. But music box hallucination \"Paranoid Inlay\" captures the group's oblique comedic side, always glimmering beneath: over a warped, wobbly beat Balance intones an opaque narrative of serenity, Saint Peter, and suicidal vegetables, accompanied by spiraling harpsichord and stuttering squelches of electronics. \"It seems concussion suits you,\" he repeats twice, like a macabre pickup line, before dictating a dear diary entry about risks and failures, finally concluding with as close to a self-portrait as Coil ever came: \"On a clear day I can see forever \/ that the underworld is my oyster.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143917719635,"sku":"2475037X","price":38.29,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4068947_92a7f8ab-698e-4b2f-8c82-09687179a27e.jpg?v=1788489119"},{"product_id":"tick-tick-tick-011586672819","title":"Tick Tick Tick","description":"Cabaret Voltaire co-founder Stephen Mallinder's second solo outing for Dais further distills his signature fusion of minimal synth, oblique wordplay, and \"wonky disco\" into a riveting rhythm suite ripe for our Age of Escalation: Tick Tick Tick. Channeling the temporal malaise of lockdown through a lusher palette of modular electronics and stereo strings, the songs embrace ambiguity and plasticity, loose systems of percolating circuitry and airless funk. Recorded across a handful of sessions at MemeTune Studios in Cornwall with frequent collaborator Benge (aka Ben Edwards), Mallinder cites no guiding aesthetic premise for the collection beyond \"cowbell on every track, and entirely no reverb.\"  From the first coiled cybernetic groove of opener \"Contact,\" the album's spatial dynamics are disorienting and asymmetrical, alternately cold and sensual, opiated and claustrophobic. But, throughout, \"rhythm is the default, the bedrock, the building block - even the melodies are rhythmic.\" Across 40-plus years of electronic musicianship, Mallinder's sense of timing and tempo has honed into a rare tier of mastery, limber and fluid but knotted with strange frictions. Shades of Detroit technoid industrial (\"ringdropp,\" \"Shock To The Body\") crossfade into no wavy punk-funk (\"Guernica Gallery,\" \"Galaxy,\" \"The Trial\"), bad trip IDM (\"Wasteland\"), and jittery vapor house (\"Hush\"), at the threshold of modes both familiar and foreign.  Lyrically the record is equally evasive, rich with allusions and associative linguistics, surveying liquid notions of societal noise, ecological ruin, art world pretension, and the trials of daily life. But the lack of fixed meaning remains Mallinder's main muse: \"Music should draw you in; lyrics should make you think. Most interpretation is misinterpretation.\" This is music of countdowns and comedowns, fleeting pleasures and opaque futures, observing the great decline while dancing on it's ashes. Flux is deathless and forever; the rest, illusion: \"I will be a constant figure \/ Flickering a moving picture \/ Turning in your head forever \/ Split apart but held together.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143919521875,"sku":"2491705X","price":11.82,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4096858.jpg?v=1788489145"},{"product_id":"musick-to-play-in-the-dark-2-011586672123","title":"Musick To Play In The Dark 2","description":"After leaving London in 1999 for the sleepy seaside retiree town of Weston-super-Mare, Coil co-founders John Balance and Peter \"Sleazy\" Christopherson set up shop in a palatial eight-bedroom estate to pursue the outer reaches of the group's heightening cabalistic chemistry. Among the staggering string of late-era masterpieces they produced is lunar opus Musick Is To Play In The Dark, widely hailed as an artistic zenith upon it's release. The sessions that birthed it were in fact so fruitful that a second LP took shape during the creation of the first one.  Aided by the recent addition of Welsh multi-instrumentalist engineer Thighpaulsandra, Coil mined further into the recesses of surrealist eldritch electronica Balance termed \"moon music\" - post-industrial spellcasting at the axis of narcotic and nocturnal energies. Musick To Play In The Dark² spans a full witching hour of bad acid sound design, synthesizer voyaging, opiated balladry, Luciferian glitch, and subliminal hymnals, alternately ominous, oracular, and absurd. Scottish gothic icon Rose McDowall guests on vocals for two tracks but otherwise the album is a hermetic affair, tapping into the group's limitless insular synergy.  Opener \"Something\" is stark and incantational, a spoken word experiment for windswept voids. \"Tiny Golden Books\" unspools an aerial whirlpool of cosmic synth, both whispery and widescreen. \"Ether\" is an exercise in funeral procession piano and intoxicated wordplay (\"It's either ether or the other\"), while \"Where Are You?\" and \"Batwings - A Liminal Hymn\" lurk like liturgical murmurings heard on one's death bed, framed in granular FX and flickering candlelight.  As a whole the collection skews more muted and remote than it's predecessor, as if having grown accustomed to the nether regions of these darkening seances. But music box hallucination \"Paranoid Inlay\" captures the group's oblique comedic side, always glimmering beneath: over a warped, wobbly beat Balance intones an opaque narrative of serenity, Saint Peter, and suicidal vegetables, accompanied by spiraling harpsichord and stuttering squelches of electronics. \"It seems concussion suits you,\" he repeats twice, like a macabre pickup line, before dictating a dear diary entry about risks and failures, finally concluding with as close to a self-portrait as Coil ever came: \"On a clear day I can see forever \/ that the underworld is my oyster.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143919849555,"sku":"2463297X","price":34.94,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4069190.jpg?v=1788489135"},{"product_id":"tick-tick-tick-011586672840","title":"Tick Tick Tick","description":"Cabaret Voltaire co-founder Stephen Mallinder's second solo outing for Dais further distills his signature fusion of minimal synth, oblique wordplay, and \"wonky disco\" into a riveting rhythm suite ripe for our Age of Escalation: Tick Tick Tick. Channeling the temporal malaise of lockdown through a lusher palette of modular electronics and stereo strings, the songs embrace ambiguity and plasticity, loose systems of percolating circuitry and airless funk. Recorded across a handful of sessions at MemeTune Studios in Cornwall with frequent collaborator Benge (aka Ben Edwards), Mallinder cites no guiding aesthetic premise for the collection beyond \"cowbell on every track, and entirely no reverb.\"  From the first coiled cybernetic groove of opener \"Contact,\" the album's spatial dynamics are disorienting and asymmetrical, alternately cold and sensual, opiated and claustrophobic. But, throughout, \"rhythm is the default, the bedrock, the building block - even the melodies are rhythmic.\" Across 40-plus years of electronic musicianship, Mallinder's sense of timing and tempo has honed into a rare tier of mastery, limber and fluid but knotted with strange frictions. Shades of Detroit technoid industrial (\"ringdropp,\" \"Shock To The Body\") crossfade into no wavy punk-funk (\"Guernica Gallery,\" \"Galaxy,\" \"The Trial\"), bad trip IDM (\"Wasteland\"), and jittery vapor house (\"Hush\"), at the threshold of modes both familiar and foreign.  Lyrically the record is equally evasive, rich with allusions and associative linguistics, surveying liquid notions of societal noise, ecological ruin, art world pretension, and the trials of daily life. But the lack of fixed meaning remains Mallinder's main muse: \"Music should draw you in; lyrics should make you think. Most interpretation is misinterpretation.\" This is music of countdowns and comedowns, fleeting pleasures and opaque futures, observing the great decline while dancing on it's ashes. Flux is deathless and forever; the rest, illusion: \"I will be a constant figure \/ Flickering a moving picture \/ Turning in your head forever \/ Split apart but held together.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143920635987,"sku":"2491612X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4096857.jpg?v=1791448316"},{"product_id":"musick-to-play-in-the-dark-2-011586672130","title":"Musick To Play In The Dark 2","description":"After leaving London in 1999 for the sleepy seaside retiree town of Weston-super-Mare, Coil co-founders John Balance and Peter \"Sleazy\" Christopherson set up shop in a palatial eight-bedroom estate to pursue the outer reaches of the group's heightening cabalistic chemistry. Among the staggering string of late-era masterpieces they produced is lunar opus Musick Is To Play In The Dark, widely hailed as an artistic zenith upon it's release. The sessions that birthed it were in fact so fruitful that a second LP took shape during the creation of the first one.  Aided by the recent addition of Welsh multi-instrumentalist engineer Thighpaulsandra, Coil mined further into the recesses of surrealist eldritch electronica Balance termed \"moon music\" - post-industrial spellcasting at the axis of narcotic and nocturnal energies. Musick To Play In The Dark² spans a full witching hour of bad acid sound design, synthesizer voyaging, opiated balladry, Luciferian glitch, and subliminal hymnals, alternately ominous, oracular, and absurd. Scottish gothic icon Rose McDowall guests on vocals for two tracks but otherwise the album is a hermetic affair, tapping into the group's limitless insular synergy.  Opener \"Something\" is stark and incantational, a spoken word experiment for windswept voids. \"Tiny Golden Books\" unspools an aerial whirlpool of cosmic synth, both whispery and widescreen. \"Ether\" is an exercise in funeral procession piano and intoxicated wordplay (\"It's either ether or the other\"), while \"Where Are You?\" and \"Batwings - A Liminal Hymn\" lurk like liturgical murmurings heard on one's death bed, framed in granular FX and flickering candlelight.  As a whole the collection skews more muted and remote than it's predecessor, as if having grown accustomed to the nether regions of these darkening seances. But music box hallucination \"Paranoid Inlay\" captures the group's oblique comedic side, always glimmering beneath: over a warped, wobbly beat Balance intones an opaque narrative of serenity, Saint Peter, and suicidal vegetables, accompanied by spiraling harpsichord and stuttering squelches of electronics. \"It seems concussion suits you,\" he repeats twice, like a macabre pickup line, before dictating a dear diary entry about risks and failures, finally concluding with as close to a self-portrait as Coil ever came: \"On a clear day I can see forever \/ that the underworld is my oyster.\" RELEASE CUSTOMER FACING SYNOPSIS MARKETING INTERNAL MARKETING NOTES","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143920603219,"sku":"2463476X","price":13.04,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4069191.jpg?v=1788489136"},{"product_id":"gold-011586672161","title":"Gold","description":"West coast new romantic icon Riki returns with her 2nd simulacrum of pitch-perfect synth-pop, aptly titled for the precious substance it is: Gold. Inspired by notions of symbolic power, letting go, and transmutable realms of the heart, the album further refines her rare gift for making swooning melancholia as anthemic as it atmospheric. Working with Telefon Tel Aviv co-founder Josh Eustis at his Pasadena studio, the sessions unfolded fluidly and fruitfully, focusing on \"quieter moments\" and refining the record's palette and voice. Occasional interruption from a nearby flock of wild parrots infused a mood of California dreaming, purple sunsets dissolving into deepening neon night.  Like all the most elusive pop, Riki's songcraft is simultaneously direct and oblique, dynamic and detached, shifting from sparkling chorus to elliptical outro according to it's own poetic logic. She characterizes her lyrical muse as \"very much what's going on in my life, things I wanted to say but didn't have the platform.\" This subcurrent of dream fulfillment animates the melodies with a specificity and immediacy that transcends her pantheon of 80's influences: from Saâda Bonaire and Strawberry Switchblade to Bryan Ferry, Bananarama, and beyond. Gold skews less dance floor than her instant classic 2020 debut but taken as a collection it's equally stirring, stylish, and exquisitely produced. Evocatively layered arrangements of drum machinery, sequencer, fretless bass, grey sky guitar, saxophone, and FX, anchored by Riki's singular voice, alternately widescreen and wounded, yearning beyond time for ecstasies both fleeting and forever: \"Thought I knew you, but you've gone far away \/ it's not in your nature to stay \/ but the thought that I need you, grows stronger every day \/ the colors begin \/ to change.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143921225811,"sku":"2437105X","price":13.04,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4013495_6abd5402-0e3c-44bb-8985-65c6194889db.jpg?v=1788489137"},{"product_id":"fon-mixes-010467410724","title":"Fon Mixes","description":"The Fon Mixes are a diverse techno collection remixed at the legendary Fon Studios in Sheffield, England. This album features early work from the Prodigy, LFO, Youth and Graham Massey of 808 State, highlighting the emerging rave culture which has crossed the Atlantic and permeated America.","brand":"Rhino","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143921324115,"sku":"46741072","price":13.25,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/175708_47390123-85f0-470a-b37b-b91259b0c127.jpg?v=1788485547"},{"product_id":"gold-011586672314","title":"Gold","description":"West coast new romantic icon Riki returns with her 2nd simulacrum of pitch-perfect synth-pop, aptly titled for the precious substance it is: Gold. Inspired by notions of symbolic power, letting go, and transmutable realms of the heart, the album further refines her rare gift for making swooning melancholia as anthemic as it atmospheric. Working with Telefon Tel Aviv co-founder Josh Eustis at his Pasadena studio, the sessions unfolded fluidly and fruitfully, focusing on \"quieter moments\" and refining the record's palette and voice. Occasional interruption from a nearby flock of wild parrots infused a mood of California dreaming, purple sunsets dissolving into deepening neon night.  Like all the most elusive pop, Riki's songcraft is simultaneously direct and oblique, dynamic and detached, shifting from sparkling chorus to elliptical outro according to it's own poetic logic. She characterizes her lyrical muse as \"very much what's going on in my life, things I wanted to say but didn't have the platform.\" This subcurrent of dream fulfillment animates the melodies with a specificity and immediacy that transcends her pantheon of 80's influences: from Saâda Bonaire and Strawberry Switchblade to Bryan Ferry, Bananarama, and beyond. Gold skews less dance floor than her instant classic 2020 debut but taken as a collection it's equally stirring, stylish, and exquisitely produced. Evocatively layered arrangements of drum machinery, sequencer, fretless bass, grey sky guitar, saxophone, and FX, anchored by Riki's singular voice, alternately widescreen and wounded, yearning beyond time for ecstasies both fleeting and forever: \"Thought I knew you, but you've gone far away \/ it's not in your nature to stay \/ but the thought that I need you, grows stronger every day \/ the colors begin \/ to change.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143923912787,"sku":"2436855X","price":26.59,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4013494.jpg?v=1791893757"},{"product_id":"queens-of-the-circulating-library-011586674578","title":"Queens Of The Circulating Library","description":"Queens Of The Circulating Library stands alongside Time Machines and Nurse With Wound's Soliloquy For Lilith as a post-industrial pinnacle of sensory-warping long-form drone. Crafted by the distilled duo of Thighpaulsandra and John Balance, the 49-minute piece unfurls in swirling, cyclical waves, tidal as much as textural, channeling the spirit of levitational minimalism pioneered by La Monte Young. Touted as the first part in \"a continually mutating series of circulating musickal compositions\" upon it's initial release in 2000, the album remains a compelling case study in Coil's exceptional capacity for mutation and extremes.  The theatrical introductory monologue delivered by Thighpaulsandra's mother - a career opera singer, in her 80's at the time of recording - sets the stage for a grandiose ascension. Written by Balance, the text is declamatory but dreamlike, refracted through megaphone echo: \"Return the book of knowledge \/ Return the marble index \/ File under \"Paradox\" \/ The forest is a college, each tree a university.\" As her voice fades, the lulling synthetic infinity deepens, congealing into transient crests of volume and haze, like slow-motion surf misting in moonlight. Thighpaulsandra describes their aesthetic intention as a \"bliss out,\" static but shape-shifting, an amniotic drift towards an eternal vanishing point. A supreme sonic embodiment of the slogan on the sleeve of Time Machines, two years prior: \"Persistence is all.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143924469843,"sku":"2528604X","price":13.04,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4147564.jpg?v=1788489142"},{"product_id":"axis-011586672321","title":"Axis","description":"London exploratory industrialist Luke Younger characterizes the creation of his latest collection, Axis, as a liberating return to roots: \"It felt like going back to the beginning, it felt freeing.\" Begun before the pandemic as a soundtrack to a dance performance, the initial vision was for something \"visceral, with physical movement in mind.\" When the project shifted to indefinite hiatus, he reimagined the material in the context of an LP, while retaining it's sense of dynamic physicality. The result is grim and gripping, seasick throbs lurching in a low-ceilinged space, strafed with fractured clanging, hissing steam, and grinding spirals of granular haze. Noise in it's most elevated and compelling form, from and for the body as much as the mind.  The album's unique immediacy stems from Younger's instinctual muse, reactivating raw methods with fresh energy. \"I tuned back in to working with noise techniques again: more primitive equipment, cheap FX, contact mics, noise boxes.\" Key guest contributions by Lucy Railton (cello), Mark Morgan of Sightings (guitar), Alex Tucker (vocals), and the late, legendary John Hannon (violin) further enrich the record's bristling palette. Although half the tracks were begun pre-Covid at Hannon's Essex studio, the rest were finished in Younger's kitchen and living room during lockdown. The final tracks were then relayed to veteran mix specialist Randall Dunn, who further honed the material, adding a vivid spatial quality.  From the hellscape metronome of \"Moskito\" to the insectoid warzone pulse of \"Repellent\" to the seething orchestral undertow of \"Axis,\" this is music of ominous gravity and worlds in peril. But it's the closing cut, \"Tower,\" which Younger calls \"perhaps the most dramatic piece of music I've ever made.\" A lurking, blackened descension conjured on keys, guitar, and wormhole wah, the melody simmers and swells until suddenly exploding in a chaos of distorted blast beats. From their ashes the three- note riff slowly returns, like some astral dungeon synth exorcism, rising in a searing arc towards frenzied immolation before finally fading away in white fire and afterlife whispers.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143924633683,"sku":"2436107X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4010595_2871a676-a4dd-4a75-aecc-a721ad40414a.jpg?v=1788485522"},{"product_id":"axis-011586672338","title":"Axis","description":"London exploratory industrialist Luke Younger characterizes the creation of his latest collection, Axis, as a liberating return to roots: \"It felt like going back to the beginning, it felt freeing.\" Begun before the pandemic as a soundtrack to a dance performance, the initial vision was for something \"visceral, with physical movement in mind.\" When the project shifted to indefinite hiatus, he reimagined the material in the context of an LP, while retaining it's sense of dynamic physicality. The result is grim and gripping, seasick throbs lurching in a low-ceilinged space, strafed with fractured clanging, hissing steam, and grinding spirals of granular haze. Noise in it's most elevated and compelling form, from and for the body as much as the mind.  The album's unique immediacy stems from Younger's instinctual muse, reactivating raw methods with fresh energy. \"I tuned back in to working with noise techniques again: more primitive equipment, cheap FX, contact mics, noise boxes.\" Key guest contributions by Lucy Railton (cello), Mark Morgan of Sightings (guitar), Alex Tucker (vocals), and the late, legendary John Hannon (violin) further enrich the record's bristling palette. Although half the tracks were begun pre-Covid at Hannon's Essex studio, the rest were finished in Younger's kitchen and living room during lockdown. The final tracks were then relayed to veteran mix specialist Randall Dunn, who further honed the material, adding a vivid spatial quality.  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From their ashes the three- note riff slowly returns, like some astral dungeon synth exorcism, rising in a searing arc towards frenzied immolation before finally fading away in white fire and afterlife whispers.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143925452883,"sku":"2436115X","price":11.82,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4010594_9897462a-f563-4b7f-afa1-25f78ae36742.jpg?v=1788489139"},{"product_id":"axis-clear-purple-vinyl-011586672376","title":"Axis (Clear Purple Vinyl)","description":"London exploratory industrialist Luke Younger characterizes the creation of his latest collection, Axis, as a liberating return to roots: \"It felt like going back to the beginning, it felt freeing.\" Begun before the pandemic as a soundtrack to a dance performance, the initial vision was for something \"visceral, with physical movement in mind.\" When the project shifted to indefinite hiatus, he reimagined the material in the context of an LP, while retaining it's sense of dynamic physicality. The result is grim and gripping, seasick throbs lurching in a low-ceilinged space, strafed with fractured clanging, hissing steam, and grinding spirals of granular haze. Noise in it's most elevated and compelling form, from and for the body as much as the mind.  The album's unique immediacy stems from Younger's instinctual muse, reactivating raw methods with fresh energy. \"I tuned back in to working with noise techniques again: more primitive equipment, cheap FX, contact mics, noise boxes.\" Key guest contributions by Lucy Railton (cello), Mark Morgan of Sightings (guitar), Alex Tucker (vocals), and the late, legendary John Hannon (violin) further enrich the record's bristling palette. Although half the tracks were begun pre-Covid at Hannon's Essex studio, the rest were finished in Younger's kitchen and living room during lockdown. The final tracks were then relayed to veteran mix specialist Randall Dunn, who further honed the material, adding a vivid spatial quality.  From the hellscape metronome of \"Moskito\" to the insectoid warzone pulse of \"Repellent\" to the seething orchestral undertow of \"Axis,\" this is music of ominous gravity and worlds in peril. But it's the closing cut, \"Tower,\" which Younger calls \"perhaps the most dramatic piece of music I've ever made.\" A lurking, blackened descension conjured on keys, guitar, and wormhole wah, the melody simmers and swells until suddenly exploding in a chaos of distorted blast beats. From their ashes the three- note riff slowly returns, like some astral dungeon synth exorcism, rising in a searing arc towards frenzied immolation before finally fading away in white fire and afterlife whispers.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143926894675,"sku":"2436312X","price":21.56,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4010593.jpg?v=1788485521"},{"product_id":"constant-shallowness-leads-to-evil-011586674738","title":"Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil","description":"The turn of the millennium ushered in an apex visionary phase for English esoteric duo Coil. Relocating from the city to the coastal quiet of Westonsuper-Mare freed them to follow even more fringe obsessions, fully untethered from peer influence. During a single six-month stretch in 2000 they released the devious underworld sequel to Music To Play In The Dark, arcane drone summit Queens Of The Circulating Library, and a malevolent hour-long synthesizer exorcism prophetically titled Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil. This latter work remains one of the group's most miasmicand mind-expanding creations, on par with Time Machines - a sustained divination of shuddering, psychoactive noise, rippling with the motion sickness of an all-seeing eye. Thighpaulsandra characterizes the album as \"an exercise in brutality,\" born from a thorny patch of his Serge modular unit that Peter \"Sleazy\" Christopherson found entrancing. Processing this sliver of electronics into a ravaged labyrinth was a trial and error process, aided by Christopherson's visual sense of sound, stretching and manipulating it for maximum spatial disorientating. Frequencies nauseously crawl across the stereo field, burrowing into the ear like a sinister brainwashing experiment. An outlier \/ centerpiece is the 13-minute alien tribalist sea shanty, \"I Am The Green Child,\" guided by John Balance's sung-spoken free verse concerning vengeance, oblivion, and insanity, culminating in the memorable refrain, \"We're swimming in a sea of occidental vomit.\" But the rest of the record seethes in unhinged instrumental chaos, divided into 18 micro-movements of a composition called \"Tunnel Of Goats.\" Intended to scramble the functionality of a CD player's shuffle mode, the piece throbs, thrashes, and flatlines in compressed frenzies of twisted synthesis, at the threshold of some bottomless purgatory, forbidding and unknown.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143927484499,"sku":"2504083X","price":38.29,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4115510.jpg?v=1791448320"},{"product_id":"becoming-undone-011586672390","title":"Becoming Undone","description":"After a quarter century of nearly nonstop activity, dystopian Detroit synth-punk institution ADULT. Have perfected a strain of stylistic cohesion in the album format, \"but for this we wanted something that's falling apart.\" Becoming Undone, the 9th official full-length by co-founders Nicola Kuperus and Adam Lee Miller, explicitly succeeds in this aim, simultaneously rejecting and reflecting the planetary discord that inspired it. Begun in the latter half of 2020 against a backdrop of unprecedented flux and seismic isolation, the duo kickstarted their muse by sourcing fresh additions to the rig: a vocal loop pedal for Kuperus and Roland percussion pads for Miller. Reconnecting with legacy influences like the politicized industrial percussion of Test Department and the queasy miscreant synthetics of TG's 20 Jazz Funk Greats sparked a series of fruitfully frenetic sessions, centered on themes of impermanence and dissonance. Miller's rationale is blunt: \"We weren't interested in melody or harmony since we didn't see the world having that.\" From the tense technoid blitz of \"Undoing \/ Undone\" to the twitchy EBM of \"Fools (We Are...)\" and \"I Am Nothing,\" the sides bristle with strident acidic revolt and black leather sequential circuits, unhinged and unforgiving. Elsewhere, slower tempos of purgatorial unraveling (\"Normative Sludge,\" \"She's Nice Looking\") showcase a breadth of vocal FX, Kuperus sounding alternately indignant and possessed, decrying the crimes, fears, and failings of a deluded world. Throughout, the band's chemistry crackles with revulsion and strobe-lit dissent, equal parts exorcism and denunciation. \"Humans have always been pretty terrible,\" Kuperus explains. \"But every year the compromises of culture just accelerate.\" Becoming Undone is also freighted with a more personal pain, as Kuperus' father passed away during the height of the pandemic, just before the album took root. As his hospice caretakers, she and Miller faced the banality of finality, surrounded by objects drained of meaning, \"the joy of having a body, but also the drudgery of having one.\" The record's bewitching closing track, \"Teeth Out Pt. II\" - which happens to be the first ADULT. #song in the group's history without drums - speaks to this sense of doomed corporeal mass and the looming, lightless unknown that binds us all. A seasick haze swells and subsides in slow, low waves, flickering with ring modulation, above which Kuperus sings in a dazed, brooding, transcendent state, as if having finally glimpsed beyond the pale: \"Some day \/ some day I will be silent and free \/ of this relentless gravity.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143927517267,"sku":"2465985X","price":12.68,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4050613_c91f756e-6be4-479a-8028-03e5c9b54d99.jpg?v=1788485520"},{"product_id":"beautiful-illusions-colored-vinyl-011586672420","title":"Beautiful Illusions [Colored Vinyl]","description":"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143928107091,"sku":"2458798X","price":34.8,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/Image-Coming-Soon_ce23660e-c118-4470-b427-cbd1ce23b71b.png?v=1788489140"},{"product_id":"beautiful-illusions-011586672437","title":"Beautiful Illusions","description":"New York painter and musician exploratory industrialist Tor Lundvall initially envisioned his 14th album, Beautiful Illusions, as an entirely instrumental affair, \"inspired by memories of sitting in a church or cathedral watching the shifting sunlight through stained glass.\" Although he ultimately chose to wreath the majority of the tracks with hushed, poetic vocals, his original muse still resonates. These are certainly songs of shadowplay and vaulted skies, the quiet grandeur of dusk deepening on the horizon. Lundvall characterizes the lyrical subject matter, too, in ways both specific and surreal, exploring \"the doubts, the anxieties and even the bleak fantasies the mind spirals into during moments of isolation, separation and distance.\" Tricks of the eye, mind, and ear, magnified by silence and the looming long winter. Shivering pulses and muted bass lines tread the twilight while icicle synths and wiry guitar map the melody until the voice enters, narrating oblique moods of essence and absence, tenderness and truth. Glimpses of dark humor flicker in the wordplay but the greater sonic landscape is one of falling leaves and failing light, small gestures rendered as revelation, cloaked in reverb and spatial fog. Lundvall's mastery of nuance and negative space continues to heighten, whispered brushstrokes of the invisible and the unsaid, what lies beneath and what lies beyond: \"Behind the shields and false fronts is usually a sadness. The heartbreaking reflections of what might have been.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143928827987,"sku":"2445569X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4018173_8613637c-e0ea-42a1-b590-08d7e3f9291e.jpg?v=1788489141"},{"product_id":"becoming-undone-011586672536","title":"Becoming Undone","description":"After a quarter century of nearly nonstop activity, dystopian Detroit synth-punk institution ADULT. 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Miller's rationale is blunt: \"We weren't interested in melody or harmony since we didn't see the world having that.\" From the tense technoid blitz of \"Undoing \/ Undone\" to the twitchy EBM of \"Fools (We Are...)\" and \"I Am Nothing,\" the sides bristle with strident acidic revolt and black leather sequential circuits, unhinged and unforgiving. Elsewhere, slower tempos of purgatorial unraveling (\"Normative Sludge,\" \"She's Nice Looking\") showcase a breadth of vocal FX, Kuperus sounding alternately indignant and possessed, decrying the crimes, fears, and failings of a deluded world. Throughout, the band's chemistry crackles with revulsion and strobe-lit dissent, equal parts exorcism and denunciation. \"Humans have always been pretty terrible,\" Kuperus explains. \"But every year the compromises of culture just accelerate.\" Becoming Undone is also freighted with a more personal pain, as Kuperus' father passed away during the height of the pandemic, just before the album took root. As his hospice caretakers, she and Miller faced the banality of finality, surrounded by objects drained of meaning, \"the joy of having a body, but also the drudgery of having one.\" The record's bewitching closing track, \"Teeth Out Pt. II\" - which happens to be the first ADULT. #song in the group's history without drums - speaks to this sense of doomed corporeal mass and the looming, lightless unknown that binds us all. 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He characterizes the area as \"uneasy and unsettling,\" awash in the sickly glow of smelters and refinement machinery, somehow not of this world - a liminal quality vividly captured in Andrei Tarkovsky's sprawling purgatorial opus, Stalker, to which the title alludes. Akita, too, described early drafts of Eternal Stalker as feeling \"like the soundtrack to a dystopian science fiction opera.\" A mood of mechanical dread and ruined futures permeates each of the album's seven potent compositions.  Opener \"The Long Dream\" sets the stage with steady rain on sheet metal, punctured by thunder and metallic echoes, reverberating to the rafters in a collapsing warehouse. Quickly the tempest rises. \"A Gate Of Light\" and \"Magnetic Traps\" both convulse in churning furies of electric demolition and rattling chains, roaring and relentless. \"The Visit\" and \"Black Thicket\" operate more at a distance, surveying the topography of steam, rust, and liquid metal from above, their flickers of violence like gunfire swallowed by blankets of darkness. This is noise at it's most elemental and unknowable: brooding, bristling, and opaque, stalking forbidden peripheries of chaos and creation.  Discussing Akita's music, English refers to it's \"intense substrata that is purely psychedelic; it consumes and confounds.\" The seasick swells of friction and fracture subsume the listener, forcing an auditory surrender: \"this saturation of the senses can be a euphoria.\" Proof comes halfway through \"The Golden Sphere,\" when the howling mayhem subtly recedes, revealing an eerie siren drone hovering in the void, like the resonance of a dead star galaxies away. 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He characterizes the area as \"uneasy and unsettling,\" awash in the sickly glow of smelters and refinement machinery, somehow not of this world - a liminal quality vividly captured in Andrei Tarkovsky's sprawling purgatorial opus, Stalker, to which the title alludes. Akita, too, described early drafts of Eternal Stalker as feeling \"like the soundtrack to a dystopian science fiction opera.\" A mood of mechanical dread and ruined futures permeates each of the album's seven potent compositions.  Opener \"The Long Dream\" sets the stage with steady rain on sheet metal, punctured by thunder and metallic echoes, reverberating to the rafters in a collapsing warehouse. Quickly the tempest rises. \"A Gate Of Light\" and \"Magnetic Traps\" both convulse in churning furies of electric demolition and rattling chains, roaring and relentless. \"The Visit\" and \"Black Thicket\" operate more at a distance, surveying the topography of steam, rust, and liquid metal from above, their flickers of violence like gunfire swallowed by blankets of darkness. This is noise at it's most elemental and unknowable: brooding, bristling, and opaque, stalking forbidden peripheries of chaos and creation.  Discussing Akita's music, English refers to it's \"intense substrata that is purely psychedelic; it consumes and confounds.\" The seasick swells of friction and fracture subsume the listener, forcing an auditory surrender: \"this saturation of the senses can be a euphoria.\" Proof comes halfway through \"The Golden Sphere,\" when the howling mayhem subtly recedes, revealing an eerie siren drone hovering in the void, like the resonance of a dead star galaxies away. Slowly a seething, venomous wall of volume returns, shredding the signal until it's frequencies fray, whipping away into the eye of the storm. The combined effect merges obliteration and liberation, rapture and ravagement; it's the sound of dissolution as resolution, uprooted and unmoored, finally freed from form.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143936921683,"sku":"2486209X","price":22.35,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4081976.jpg?v=1788485488"},{"product_id":"tick-tick-tick-black-red-011586672864","title":"Tick Tick Tick - Black \u0026 Red","description":"Cabaret Voltaire co-founder Stephen Mallinder's second solo outing for Dais further distills his signature fusion of minimal synth, oblique wordplay, and \"wonky disco\" into a riveting rhythm suite ripe for our Age of Escalation: Tick Tick Tick. Channeling the temporal malaise of lockdown through a lusher palette of modular electronics and stereo strings, the songs embrace ambiguity and plasticity, loose systems of percolating circuitry and airless funk. Recorded across a handful of sessions at MemeTune Studios in Cornwall with frequent collaborator Benge (aka Ben Edwards), Mallinder cites no guiding aesthetic premise for the collection beyond \"cowbell on every track, and entirely no reverb.\"  From the first coiled cybernetic groove of opener \"Contact,\" the album's spatial dynamics are disorienting and asymmetrical, alternately cold and sensual, opiated and claustrophobic. But, throughout, \"rhythm is the default, the bedrock, the building block - even the melodies are rhythmic.\" Across 40-plus years of electronic musicianship, Mallinder's sense of timing and tempo has honed into a rare tier of mastery, limber and fluid but knotted with strange frictions. Shades of Detroit technoid industrial (\"ringdropp,\" \"Shock To The Body\") crossfade into no wavy punk-funk (\"Guernica Gallery,\" \"Galaxy,\" \"The Trial\"), bad trip IDM (\"Wasteland\"), and jittery vapor house (\"Hush\"), at the threshold of modes both familiar and foreign.  Lyrically the record is equally evasive, rich with allusions and associative linguistics, surveying liquid notions of societal noise, ecological ruin, art world pretension, and the trials of daily life. But the lack of fixed meaning remains Mallinder's main muse: \"Music should draw you in; lyrics should make you think. Most interpretation is misinterpretation.\" This is music of countdowns and comedowns, fleeting pleasures and opaque futures, observing the great decline while dancing on it's ashes. Flux is deathless and forever; the rest, illusion: \"I will be a constant figure \/ Flickering a moving picture \/ Turning in your head forever \/ Split apart but held together.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143940427859,"sku":"2491636X","price":21.56,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4096859.jpg?v=1788489111"},{"product_id":"queens-of-the-circulating-library-011586674585","title":"Queens Of The Circulating Library","description":"Queens Of The Circulating Library stands alongside Time Machines and Nurse With Wound's Soliloquy For Lilith as a post-industrial pinnacle of sensory-warping long-form drone. Crafted by the distilled duo of Thighpaulsandra and John Balance, the 49-minute piece unfurls in swirling, cyclical waves, tidal as much as textural, channeling the spirit of levitational minimalism pioneered by La Monte Young. Touted as the first part in \"a continually mutating series of circulating musickal compositions\" upon it's initial release in 2000, the album remains a compelling case study in Coil's exceptional capacity for mutation and extremes.  The theatrical introductory monologue delivered by Thighpaulsandra's mother - a career opera singer, in her 80's at the time of recording - sets the stage for a grandiose ascension. Written by Balance, the text is declamatory but dreamlike, refracted through megaphone echo: \"Return the book of knowledge \/ Return the marble index \/ File under \"Paradox\" \/ The forest is a college, each tree a university.\" As her voice fades, the lulling synthetic infinity deepens, congealing into transient crests of volume and haze, like slow-motion surf misting in moonlight. Thighpaulsandra describes their aesthetic intention as a \"bliss out,\" static but shape-shifting, an amniotic drift towards an eternal vanishing point. A supreme sonic embodiment of the slogan on the sleeve of Time Machines, two years prior: \"Persistence is all.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143944917075,"sku":"2528576X","price":26.59,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4147563.jpg?v=1788485514"},{"product_id":"queens-of-the-circulating-library-clear-011586674592","title":"Queens Of The Circulating Library - Clear","description":"Queens Of The Circulating Library stands alongside Time Machines and Nurse With Wound's Soliloquy For Lilith as a post-industrial pinnacle of sensory-warping long-form drone. Crafted by the distilled duo of Thighpaulsandra and John Balance, the 49-minute piece unfurls in swirling, cyclical waves, tidal as much as textural, channeling the spirit of levitational minimalism pioneered by La Monte Young. Touted as the first part in \"a continually mutating series of circulating musickal compositions\" upon it's initial release in 2000, the album remains a compelling case study in Coil's exceptional capacity for mutation and extremes.  The theatrical introductory monologue delivered by Thighpaulsandra's mother - a career opera singer, in her 80's at the time of recording - sets the stage for a grandiose ascension. Written by Balance, the text is declamatory but dreamlike, refracted through megaphone echo: \"Return the book of knowledge \/ Return the marble index \/ File under \"Paradox\" \/ The forest is a college, each tree a university.\" As her voice fades, the lulling synthetic infinity deepens, congealing into transient crests of volume and haze, like slow-motion surf misting in moonlight. Thighpaulsandra describes their aesthetic intention as a \"bliss out,\" static but shape-shifting, an amniotic drift towards an eternal vanishing point. A supreme sonic embodiment of the slogan on the sleeve of Time Machines, two years prior: \"Persistence is all.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143945637971,"sku":"2528555X","price":28.25,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4147565.jpg?v=1788485513"},{"product_id":"constant-shallowness-leads-to-evil-011586674745","title":"Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil","description":"The turn of the millennium ushered in an apex visionary phase for English esoteric duo Coil. Relocating from the city to the coastal quiet of Westonsuper-Mare freed them to follow even more fringe obsessions, fully untethered from peer influence. During a single six-month stretch in 2000 they released the devious underworld sequel to Music To Play In The Dark, arcane drone summit Queens Of The Circulating Library, and a malevolent hour-long synthesizer exorcism prophetically titled Constant Shallowness Leads To Evil. This latter work remains one of the group's most miasmicand mind-expanding creations, on par with Time Machines - a sustained divination of shuddering, psychoactive noise, rippling with the motion sickness of an all-seeing eye. Thighpaulsandra characterizes the album as \"an exercise in brutality,\" born from a thorny patch of his Serge modular unit that Peter \"Sleazy\" Christopherson found entrancing. Processing this sliver of electronics into a ravaged labyrinth was a trial and error process, aided by Christopherson's visual sense of sound, stretching and manipulating it for maximum spatial disorientating. Frequencies nauseously crawl across the stereo field, burrowing into the ear like a sinister brainwashing experiment. An outlier \/ centerpiece is the 13-minute alien tribalist sea shanty, \"I Am The Green Child,\" guided by John Balance's sung-spoken free verse concerning vengeance, oblivion, and insanity, culminating in the memorable refrain, \"We're swimming in a sea of occidental vomit.\" But the rest of the record seethes in unhinged instrumental chaos, divided into 18 micro-movements of a composition called \"Tunnel Of Goats.\" Intended to scramble the functionality of a CD player's shuffle mode, the piece throbs, thrashes, and flatlines in compressed frenzies of twisted synthesis, at the threshold of some bottomless purgatory, forbidding and unknown.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143948521555,"sku":"2504242X","price":13.04,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/4115511.jpg?v=1788485512"},{"product_id":"ambient-collection-010467410625","title":"Ambient Collection","description":"This album contains 13 tranquil meditations remixed by Youth and Alex Patterson of the Orb. These ambient re-workings of the band's back catalog demonstrate the pioneering role the band played in the evolution of ambient house and new age dance music.","brand":"Rhino","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143949570131,"sku":"46741062","price":11.02,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/175707_beb23410-1998-42ed-95b4-1b33fd73e35b.jpg?v=1788489083"},{"product_id":"gold-apple-candy-colored-vinyl-011586675025","title":"Gold - 'Apple Candy' Colored Vinyl","description":"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143954911315,"sku":"2498478X","price":48.45,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/Image-Coming-Soon_4e40a0fa-ecb8-4ef9-933c-094265293a4b.png?v=1788485492"},{"product_id":"take-me-away-25-year-008333071018","title":"Take Me Away 25 Year","description":"","brand":"Full Effect Ent","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143976472659,"sku":"1741229X","price":20.73,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3087038.jpg?v=1791448313"},{"product_id":"agalma-011586670648","title":"Agalma","description":"Veteran NYC based Scottish electronic musician Drew McDowall's latest work is his loftiest, most liturgical, and least industrial outing to date - and potentially the apex of his recent discography. Named after an ancient Greek word for votive offering, Agalma exudes a hooded, devotional aura, creaking and keeling under vast rafters of stone, stained glass, and shredded wires. It's a music of majesty and mystery but also modernity, McDowall's refined modular system shape-shifting strings, piano, pipe organ, and choral masses into disorienting synthetic mirages of the sacred. He cites the intersection of \"joy, terror, and the elegiac\" as a centering inspiration - or, phrased more bluntly, \"that 'what the fuck is going on' feeling.\"  As a career collaborator himself, with stints in Coil, Psychic TV, and countless other shorter-lived partnerships, it's telling that McDowall chose this project to gather such an impressive spectrum of peers. Italian synthesist Caterina Barbieri, American drone organist Kali Malone, prolific multi-instrumentalist Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe, operatic Humanbeast vocalist Maralie Armstrong-Rial, Saudi producer MSYLMA, and warped futurist beat-makers Bashar Suleiman and Elvin Brandhi cameo across the album's 42 minutes, contouring McDowall's nuanced negative spaces with shudders, shadows, and shivering flickers of serenity. Each of them shines in their spotlight, elevating these elusive alchemical states into surreal revelations of texture and transcendence.  McDowall's original working title for the record is revealing: Ritual Music. He speaks of his creative practice in ceremonial terms, negating binaries by seeking the middle path to a numinous equilibrium that erases the distinction between the inner and outer worlds. These compositions feel similarly processional and intuitive, at the crossroads of holiness and hallucination, the sacred vertigo of yawning naves rising into untouchable night skies. It's a vision of industrial music as enigma and invocation, cryptic hymnals of shrouded beauty summoned in catacombs and crumbling cathedrals.  Despite it's depths, Agalma is also an album of immediacy and emotion. Celestial laments of and for times of unrest and suffering. McDowall characterizes his initial intention for this music as an to attempt to convey experiences he felt incapable of putting into words: \"To try and approach sublimity, or at least acknowledge it in some way.\" Agalma more than acknowledges the ineffable - it embodies it.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143981191251,"sku":"2313703X","price":26.59,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3840062.jpg?v=1788485565"},{"product_id":"yule-011586670808","title":"Yule","description":"Upstate New York artist Tor Lundvall's music often evokes a sense of soft-focus autumnal melancholia but nowhere is this atmosphere more explicit and evocative than his self-released 2006 holiday album, Yule, newly reissued by Dais Records. Inspired by childhood memories of \"cold, dark evenings\" waiting for his mother outside shops and supermarkets while seasonal songs drifted faintly on the frozen air, the collection feels appropriately hushed and hypnagogic, half-remembered melodies heard through falling snow.  Steady muted rhythmic pulses wind through wintry landscapes of icy synthetic textures, glass bells, and distant metallic echoes, occasionally framed by Lundvall's soft, dazed vocals, narrating scenes of \"slushy, illuminated train stations\" and \"the lonely trees of January, still entangled with blue lights long after the season has ended.\" It's a music of barren branches, crescent moons, and willowy figures shuffling and shivering on their way somewhere, viewed from a fogged window passing by, or high above.  As with Lundvall's signature oil paintings, Yule's sonic vignettes are works of observation, poetic glimpses rendered in gradients of color and quiet. He has referred to his music in the past as \"ghost ambient\" and, although his songwriting here skews more foreground than background, the phrase aptly captures the haunted, half-light quality of these fragile tracks. 10 miniatures of wreathed streets and silent woods, of twinkling store windows seen from a distance, the sensation of being outside of life looking in - the sentiments that seeded Lundvall's vision remain undimmed: \"There was a special melancholic beauty about these moments that has never left me.\"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143984009299,"sku":"2330837X","price":20.24,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3858297.jpg?v=1788485491"},{"product_id":"shatter-011586671126","title":"Shatter","description":"The collaborative debut of American minimal techno pioneer Troy Pierce and Colombian audiovisual artist Natalia Escobar aka Poison Arrow was conceived in reverse: first they created a collection of shadowy surrealist videos, then wrote music inspired by them. This inverted process proved remarkably fruitful. Shatter is a simmering, slow-burn noir odyssey inspired by the Greek myth of Echo and Narcissus, traversing subtle shades of sleepwalker dub, metallic lament, broken beats, and erotic negative space. It's an effectively unsettling evocation of the legend's core theme: \"There is nothing more complex than a shattered heart, or a heart that can't love.\"  Considering their shared background trafficking in darkened dance floor modes, what's most striking about Pierce with Arrow's partnership is it's rhythmic restraint. The album's 10 tracks seethe and shudder between glamor and gloom, with only occasional dread-steeped metronomes mapping the malaise to a grid. They speak of pursuing a \"spatial approach\" with this project, which manifests in the music's immersive design and patient execution, each mangled clang and rippling pool of bass allowed to reverberate it's full flickering waveform.   Guest appearances by austere techno producer Konrad Black (\"Obsidian Glass\") and drum n bass institution dBridge (\"It's A Love Story, After All\") flow seamlessly into the whole, subtle sculptural accents on a dimly lit descent through purgatories of longing and lust. But the shadows recede for the record's closing cut, \"Narcissus,\" which swells elegiacally in a mass of devotional drones over a muted heartbeat, like Narcissus gazing upon his reflection in holy awe: elusive true beauty, finally beheld, by itself.","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143986663507,"sku":"2362258X","price":19.6,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3895003.jpg?v=1788485482"},{"product_id":"threads-clear-orange-colored-vinyl-011586671171","title":"Threads [Clear Orange Colored Vinyl]","description":"","brand":"Dais","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46143987482707,"sku":"2357003X","price":43.48,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0732\/1937\/5187\/files\/3888778.jpg?v=1788485484"},{"product_id":"threads-011586671195","title":"Threads","description":"The saga of composer Tim Story's 1982 debut is a case study in the shifting sands of the early progressive music industry. Recorded on a Tascam 4-track reel-to-reel in his basement bedroom in Whitehouse, Ohio using a ragtag array of equipment - salvaged vibraphone, pawn shop Les Paul, his mother's spinet piano, a PAiA synth kit assembled by his girlfriend's father, and a Yamaha CS-30 - Story optimistically dubbed six cassettes and sent them around the world. Following a polite rejection from Klaus Schulze, the French avant-garde label Atem (This Heat, Univers Zero, Art Zoyd) reached out with an offer to release Threads via their new instrumental electronic subdivision, Labyrinthes. After several letters confirming terms of the arrangement as well as multiple rounds of test pressings, correspondence suddenly ceased. Some months later the label folded, never having begun.  Synchronistically, however, Schulze's copy ended up in the glovebox of an engineer associate, who happened to play it for a couple visiting journalists with contacts at a newish Norwegian imprint, Uniton Records (Popul Vuh, Harold Budd). Impressed, they connected Story to the label head, but by then he'd already recorded a follow-up, the more neoclassical-leaning In Another Country, which became his inaugural release. Finally, 40 years later, Dais Records is rectifying history's error by properly issuing Threads on vinyl for the first time. It's a beautiful, beguiling work, exploratory but emotive, documenting, as Story puts it, \"the path not taken... like the first chapter of a book that was set aside to begin another.\"  Despite only being in his early twenties at the time of it's creation, Threads feels finessed and considered, weaving through a diverse spectrum of moods and minimalist melodies. From sunburst synthesizer devotionals (\"Tethered By A Thread\") to shadowy cosmic drift (\"Without Waves,\" \"Iso\") to fragile piano vignettes (\"Burst,\" \"Scene And Artifact\"), Story's compositional instincts skew subtle and sophisticated, carving gemstones of fluctuating radiance. He cites his discovery of tape loops as a central tool in the process, allowing him to generate recurring patterns of echoes and texture, decaying in volume and fidelity as desired: \"A whole new and inspiring world opened up.\"  As both time capsule and discographical fountainhead, Threads vividly captures the threshold sensation of early 1980's electronic music: post-kosmische, pre-new age, before ambient became codified, just as synthesizers began slipstreaming into the underground. 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Ecophony Gaia was in it's truest essence the final part of a trilogy that began with 1986's Ecophony Rinne, continued, in 1988, with their most-known work the soundtrack to Katsuhiro Otomo's dystopian, cyber-punk film Akira (released as Symphonic Suite Akira), and this release mere months later. Looking back one can break up these releases into a holy musical trinity: Ecophony Rinne = spirit, Symphonic Suite Akira = body, and Ecophony Gaia = Gaia\/earth. Ecophony Gaia is Geinoh Yamashirogumi's most hopeful release. Rebirth, the hardest thing to capture in music, is something Ecophony Gaia expounds upon through sonics and feeling. You hear this in light echoes from Symphonic Suite Akira coursing through Ecophony Gaia, acting as symbols saying: \"not everything from the past needs to be discarded, that certain things, when rethought of, hold a heavier power\". The Japanese Noh music you heard trapezing through Akira's \"Illusion\" walks positively untethered in Ecophony Gaia's \"Euphony\", Indonesian gong chimes that hit darkly in Akira's \"Tetsuo\" transform Ecophony Gaia's \"Catastrophe\" into the light sublime, serene music that it is. What's left over are the songs that point to new directions. Those that derive their influence from things that aren't easily quantifiable. The introduction of field recordings to a warmer palette of sound makes Ecophony Gaia Geinoh Yamashirogumi's first roots album. Of course, these roots belong to worldlier kind of music. Rhythms that sound like water coursing downstream from brook to ocean, electronic layers that hum and cycle through, string instruments that hover like atmosphere, wind instruments that sound like air and breath, and the powerful sound of human voices presenting divinity through communal chant - those all constitute the ecosystem of Ecophony Gaia. Things that you've heard\/felt before, renewed in a different luster. When you hear the album, notice how there are two sides to it's whole: \"Chaos\" ending in \"Euphony\", \"Catastrophe\" ending in \"Gaia\". It would be a disservice to describe the way it sounds, it's an album based on belief not premonition. All you'll find in Ecophony Gaia are movements. Hopeful movements. 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Recorded entirely in his study in the wee hours of the morning, the self-titled debut album was a stripped-down affair, it's quiet sound captivating both critics and listeners alike.\r\n\r\nIn the follow-up album \"The Biggest Lie In The World\", Hanging Up The Moon explored a different soundscape with the help of good friends and fellow veterans of the local music scene: Dean Aziz (Concave Scream), Leslie Low (The Observatory) and Victor Low (Affixen). \"The Biggest Lie In The World\" was launched at the Esplanade Recital Studio, playing to a full house. The album has since sold out and is currently pending a reissue.\r\n\r\nWith \"Immaterial\", Hanging Up The Moon moves even further away from it's singer-songwriter roots and continues to evolve both in sound and set-up, with Alexius Cai (Piblokto) joining the line-up. This new album is our most lush and ambitious project to date. Layers upon layers of vocals meet their match in violins and cellos at times epic and soaring, at times subtle and grounded - all set against Hanging Up The Moon's signature melodies, riffs and rhythm.\r\n\r\nA two-night show has been planned for the \"Immaterial\" launch to accommodate the many fans (some of whom were turned away at the door of the second album's launch). To deliver the full sound of the album, Hanging Up The Moon will be supported by a six-piece string section. 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