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COSMR 044LP
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$23.50
PREORDER
RELEASE DATE: 11/7/2025
A generous and off-the-track psych-rock experiment, Space Hymns originally saw the light in 1971 on influential UK company Vertigo, home of the most forward-thinking prog bands of the time. Enlisting the pure genius of the future 10 CC Kevin Godley (drums, flute) and Lol Creme (lead guitar, synth), the band was led by esoteric frontman Ramases (aka Kimberly Barrington Frost). The vocalist had a vision in the mind to late sixties where the Egyptian Pharaoh informed him he was his new incarnation. Take a trip to the moon and back!
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KOM 441EP
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Up next with the hieroglyphic wares are new-to-the-fold Dutch duo Ramses, alias Erik Buschmann and Wannes Salomé of Amsterdam-based outfit, Klangstof. Having known each other for the past fifteen years, the two of them started toying with their own electronic compositions over a year ago. Out of a string of free-form writing sessions, the material for Ramses then organically emerged, paving the way to deep, playful and climactic pieces of weightless electronics, aimed at reaching the summits of computer-aided escapism. Ramses' debut effort for Kompakt, I Feel Nothing EP, is made up of three cuts tied by their shared sense of ethereal timelessness and ample versatility. Starting off as a wonky house number, the title-track and debut single -- which was actually the first track ever recorded by the duo -- swiftly evolves into a pulsating crescendo of elegiac voices, opaque synth work and cascading bleeps and bloops, eventually hatching into a soul-healing finale of piano-laced stasis. Soulful and boogie-friendly to the core, "Born To Fail" fuses RnB-infused sampling with bubbling near-eastern components to weave its own distinctly mischievous genotype of jagged, goofy house outside anyone's league or trend. Rounding off the package, dreamy drift "Groef" makes for a more subdued and sentient entry into Ramses' ambient world, fusing bleached-out pads, slow-blooming keyboard flights and Sino-flavored harmonics in one lavishly textured, oneiric tableau that keeps on shifting perspectives.
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