Shpongled247

Don't really collect anything, as frankly ive never had enough money to really collect, or really felt the need to... Maybe video games, but i wasn't really collecting, just really into games and had a lot of them for all different systems. That is different from collecting though i think. I didn't/don't buy mint versions and keep them unplayed or anything heh.

That was cool, and rather nice of him to take the time to do! Lol @ the person who asked about piracy though smh...

How was Filteria set!?

I still go back to this album occasionally, and prefer it to their follow up for some reason. Specially prefer this to their even newer stuff, that i have heard on an EP or something and promptly deleted...it was missing some kind of "magic" of this album. Hopefully their next release gets back to this kind of level, not that the 2nd album is bad by any means!

Two weeks today till we fly to Croatia! Wooot! Can't wait to check out their gorgeous islands etc as well!

Whoa! Those are Quuualiity! Nice work mate!

Has nothing to do with this topic, far from it, but Sensients new album is indeed fucking awesome.

A Cheesy melody, to me, simply means an overtly obvious melody. What you would unconsciously expect to hear.... An Obvious Melody. Nothing more, nothing less. Which basically doesn't take you on a musical "journey" or trip because you already expect it because of the notes that came before...

So, listening to the latest JBC Arkadii album (review incoming!) recently I got to thinking why isn't this genre more popular? To my ears it is oh so verrrry close to the neo goa that we love, yet it seems to be shunned by many. I'm just not entirely sure where the nhitzo line is? Is it the kick? The specific high sound? Overly cheesy? What is it? I know it's "uplifting", but frankly to my ears it mostly sounds like some good full power goa trance

Not heard Nords described as thin sounding before! Heh.. But I think I know what u mean.

You don't think dark psytrance can affect mood? Isn't that the point? To be open to, and experience the changes in emotion bought about by the music? Whether dark or light ("good" or "bad") and hopefully grow and learn something from the experience within yourself?

I think sharing reviews there, at least choice quotes of reviews with a link will be a very good thing.

Is actually my favourite book. And easily my favourite psychedelic related book. Tom Wolfe has copped flak for its accuracy over the years but meh. It's the best account of the 60s, LSD, Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters that there is... Just read it Here's an excerpt to see if you dig the writing style. Shiny Black FBI Shoes That's good thinking there, Cool Breeze. Cool Breeze is a with three or four days beard sitting next to me on the stamped metal bottom of the open back part of a pickup truck. Bouncing along. Dipping and rising and rolling on these rotten springs like a boat. Out the back of the truck the city of San Francisco is bouncing down the hill, all those endless stagers of bay windows, slums with a view, bouncing and streaming down the hill. One after another, electric signs with neon martini glasses lit up on them, the San Francisco symbol of "bar"thousands of neon-magenta martini glasses bouncing and streaming down the hill, and beneath them hundreds, thousands of people wheeling around to look at this freaking crazed truck we're in, their white faces erupting from their lapels like marshmallowsstreaming and bouncing down the hilland God knows they've got plenty to look at. That's why it strikes me as funny when Cool Breeze says very seriously over the whole roar of the thing. "I don't knowwhen Kesey gets out I don't know if I can come around the Warehouse." "Why not?" "Well, like the cops are going to be coming around like all feisty, and I'm on probation, so I don't know." Well, that's good thinking there, Cool Breeze. Don't rouse the bastids. Lie lowlike right now. Right now Cool Breeze is so terrified of the law he is sitting up in plain view of thousands of already startled gnome's hat covered in feathers and fluorescent colors. Kneeling in the truck, facing us, also in plain view, is a half-Ottawa Indian girl named Lois Jennings, with her head thrown back and a radiant look on her face. Also a blazing silver disk in the middle of her forehead alternately exploding with light when the sun hits it or sending off rainbows from the defraction lines in it. And, oh yeah, there's a long-barreled Colt .45 revolver in her hand, only nobody on the street can tell it's a cap pistol as she pegs away, kheeew, kheeew, at the erupting marshmallow faces like Debra Paget in . . . in . . . Kesey's coming out of jail! Two more things they are looking at out there are a sign on the rear bumper reading "Custer Died for Your skins" and, at the wheel, Lois's enamorado Stewart Brand, a thin blond guy with a blazing disk on his forehead too, and a whole necktie made of Indian beads. No shirt, however, just an Indian bead necktie on bare skin and a white butcher's coat with medals from the King of Sweden on it. Here comes a beautiful one, attaché case and all, the day-is-done resentful look and the . . . shoes-how they shine!-and what the hell are these beatnik ninniesand Lois plugs him in the old marshmallow and he goes streaming and bouncing down the hill . . . And the truck heaves and billows, blazing silver red Day-Glo, and I doubt seriously, Cool Breeze, that there is a single cop in all of San Francisco today who does not know that this crazed vehicle is a guerrilla patrol from the dread LSD. The cops now know the whole scene, even the costumes, the jesuschrist strung-out hair, Indian beads, Indian headbands, donkey beads, temple bells, amulets, mandalas, god's-eyes, fluorescent vests, unicorn horns, Errol Flynn dueling shirtsbut they still don't know about the shoes. The heads have a thing about shoes. The worst are shiny black shoes wit shoelaces in them. The hierarchy ascends from there, although practically all lowcut shoes are unhip, from there on up to the boots the heads like, light, fanciful boots, English boots of the mod variety, if that is all they can get, but better something like hand-tooled Mexican boots with Caliente Dude Triple A toes on them. So see the FBIblackshinylaced upFBI shoeswhen the FBI finally grabbed Kesey There is another girl in the back of the truck, a dark little girl with thick black hair, called Black Maria. She looks Mexican, but she says to me in straight soft Californian: "When is your birthday?" "March 2." "Pisces," she says. And then: "I would never take you for a Pisces." "Why?" "You seem too . . . solid for a Pisces." But I know she means stolid. I am beginning to feel stolid. Back in New York City, Black Maria, I tell you, I am even known as something of a dude. But somehow a blue silk blazer and a big tie with clowns on it and . . . a . . . pair of shiny low cut black shoes don't set them all to doing the Varsity Rag in the head world in San Francisco. Lois picks off the marshmallows one by one; Cool Breeze ascends into the innards of his gnome's hat; Black Maria, a Scorpio herself, rummages through the Zodiac; Stewart Brand winds it through the streets; paillettes explodeand this is nothing special, just the usual, the usual in the head world of San Francisco, just a little routine messing up the minds of the citizenry en route, nothing more than psyche food for beautiful people, while giving some guy from New York a lift to the Warehouse to wait for the Chief, Ken Kesey, who is getting out of jail.

I would rather listen to Ram Dass or the wonderful Alan Watts (even though he had his problems) speak any day but that is just my preference.

That it is a reminder to live the fullest life we can. Also to practice navigating dmt space as much as possible before then just in case. Hah.

Shpongle - Museums of Consciousness A lot. To let it sink in as much as possible

Darkill, Imba, possibly richpa lol, Fatkidwithajetpack. Or all of the above. Lol obviously I have no idea.

I think the new Filteria will indeed knock our collective socks off. All signs point to a more acidic album while still being melodic as ever! This compilation is one of my favourites for quite a while. I tend to forget about compilations easily though and forget to listen to them later in favour of artist albums :/

This sums up a lot of Twilight releases the past few years for me. What was once fresh and innovative to a degree is now a paint by numbers genre filled with kid friendly imitators :/ Generic fking fm cutting leads over the top of a hard bassline. Zero story and zero evolution In a lot of cases zero musical talent I think.

4 Mins or so (or the whole track and almost every track on this album) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y13_kUnifPg I think you have the word full on confused. That is goa trance bud.

Is a pretty good movie. One of my favourites this year. You guys should watch it if u know movies like Stand By Me perhaps. I loved the way it's shot.

Are we allowed to guess the new username? :-)

It is spelt Shpongle heh. And this album is a bit different in direction, but still full of Simons magic throughout. Can't wait to give it a "proper" listen ;-)

I didn't know him until recommendations on here and then Ubarpedia blew my tiny mind and still does whenever I listen to it... As do the live videos of him on youtube... wow. It is some of the most psychedelic music i have heard. Whether that is good or bad is up to the listener i guess! Imho that guy is a genius!

Im unsure on this, do you not find it all sound too similar all the way through? little differentation between tracks? At least thats what i remembered of it?