المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
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DaQuane Cherry was once the kid who wore a hoodie to hide skin flare-ups in school. Now he’s an artist and advocate helping others feel seen. He reflects on his psoriasis journey, the power of small joys, and why loving yourself first isn’t a cliché—it’s essential. Plus, a deep dive into the history of La Roche-Posay’s legendary spring. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.…
المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
Spacelunch (short. spclnch) is a Dutch electronic music label with an emphasis on the dub sound founded in Minsk in 2019 by Thomas Carmody (@thomascarmody). The key ethical principles are an individual approach and a careful selection which allows you to get the best possible from the communication with artists. The concept of releases is dedicated to a fantastic multimedia universe. The space adventures of Spacelunch and Cat unfold in episodes of an interactive musical comic. Each of them has an original script, and they are connected by a consistent storyline. * We are always open to promoting high-quality music from third-party sources! To get an author's review/premiere — write to the email: spclnch@gmail.com * Anyone who wishes to show their support can choose a convenient subscription level and participate in future goals on Patreon: patreon.com/spclnch
المحتوى المقدم من spclnch. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة spclnch أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
Spacelunch (short. spclnch) is a Dutch electronic music label with an emphasis on the dub sound founded in Minsk in 2019 by Thomas Carmody (@thomascarmody). The key ethical principles are an individual approach and a careful selection which allows you to get the best possible from the communication with artists. The concept of releases is dedicated to a fantastic multimedia universe. The space adventures of Spacelunch and Cat unfold in episodes of an interactive musical comic. Each of them has an original script, and they are connected by a consistent storyline. * We are always open to promoting high-quality music from third-party sources! To get an author's review/premiere — write to the email: spclnch@gmail.com * Anyone who wishes to show their support can choose a convenient subscription level and participate in future goals on Patreon: patreon.com/spclnch
There’s elegance in limitation, and “Mind Over” leans into it. Podime and Vincent Casanova shape a compact space where nothing feels rushed. The drums are warm and grounded, the loop breathes with calm precision. Let it run. @chippychasers @blagojpodime @vincentcasanova
The landscapes of Orlan 19 resembled the dream of a mad cartographer: cliffs were floating above the surface, horizons were bending and vanishing into infinity, and energy vortices were flaring up beneath their feet in psychedelic patterns. The familiar laws of physics didn’t apply here — gravity shifted chaotically, and time flew with unpredictable intensity. As Spacelunch, absorbed in thought, stroked the ground which distorted like a mirage under his touch, Cat’s grumbling echoed simultaneously from the past and future: — Doc, don’t you think we’re just walking in circles? — No wonder. That’s how inverse modelling works. Every action we take reshapes the surrounding space. — Can you explain it in simpler terms? There’s only one genius here. — Ever heard of the Philadelphia Experiment? — Of course! You know how much I love sushi rolls! — Well, I set myself up for this predicament… Back in my university days, we experimented with magnetic fields trying to program them by thought. You get where I’m going, don’t you? The planet is reacting to our intentions. So, focus on visualizing the portal. The confusion on Cat’s face gave way to a mask of detachment. Clusters of matter began to tremble pulling the threads of reality to their breaking point before finally forming a vortex. Having devoured as much as it could, the vortex snapped shut with a loud pop and dissolved in a blinding flash. As the scene began to take shape, silhouettes emerged under the soft glow of a desk lamp, evoking an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. A worn desk and a small bed stood by the wall adorned with faded photographs, while the floor let out a gentle creak underfoot. The clearer the interior came to be, the more paralyzing the realization, and the more elusive the explanation for what had happened became. — Holy…! Cat, are we looking at the same thing? — Yeah, but… This can’t be real. Spacelunch slowly approached the window and froze still. A single thought raced through his mind: “The only force strong enough to pull me this far… was love.”…
Symbiotical Records presents “Far Away” — a five-track release from French producer Dust Yard, offering a measured and introspective take on deep minimalism. The title track “Far Away” begins the journey with a meditative framework: soft pads, pulsating low-end, and a harmonic drift that feels suspended in time. It evolves at its own pace, drawing the listener into its orbit with quiet certainty and gravitational stillness. “Higher” follows with a warm, fluid groove. The rhythm is steady and subtly accented, allowing analog textures and micro-elements to breathe in unison. There’s spaciousness in the mix, a natural clarity that lets emotional undertones rise organically. Ki.Mi. offers a refined reinterpretation of “Higher”, bringing architectural precision to its warm undercurrent. The remix expands the original’s depth, layering morphing tones and nuanced shifts in momentum. It’s an immersive reconstruction — composed, restrained, quietly dynamic. “Sunrise” brings a change in mood: brighter, more melodic, yet still grounded. The phrasing appears with care, as if tracing the edge of something just beginning. It’s music for transitional hours, not fully awake, not entirely asleep. Closing the EP is Tm Shuffle’s version of “Sunrise”, leaning into dubby resonance and echoic space. Here, elements blur and dissolve, reframing the original into something more expansive. A final exhale that hovers in the air. Dust Yard delivers a focused, emotionally weighted record — subtle in structure, deliberate in motion, and rich in atmosphere. These are pieces that open slowly, revealing their presence in silence as much as in sound. Available now on all platforms for streaming and download. @dustyard @symbiotical-records…
Taken aback by what had happened, Cat dragged himself toward the local junk dealers — the kind who bought anything without asking questions. The chances of finding the smart bracelet in piles and piles of used scrap were slim, but it was worth a shot while the trails were still fresh. He took a turn into an alley, came up to the gate, and rang the bell. A small eye-slot opened with a creak, followed by a gravelly voice: — Keep moving. We’re not expecting anyone. — Easy there, friend. I’m an intergalactic investigator on a high-priority case. — Information isn’t free. — Let me in and we’ll talk shop. The bluff worked. The old man grinned and shut the door behind him. Inside, as Cat scanned the shelves suffocated with dust, he leaned in: “My partner is already sweeping the perimeter. You can either tell me what you know or enjoy a formal interrogation downtown.” A brief exchange revealed a list of local pickpockets, with names and addresses. The info came at a cost: one crisp hundred. Ahead lay a sleepless night and a long walk through the stink of the backstreets.…
There’s a quiet confidence to Apolinic’s “Sense Of” – the kind that doesn’t raise its voice, yet draws you closer with every bar. Built on a steady pulse and subtle tension, it unfolds with intention: clean percussion, glowing textures, and just enough modulation to keep the air slightly electric. Time feels gently stretched – suspended between thought and instinct. This is minimalism with restraint, balance, and a quiet sense of motion beneath the surface. A fitting start for Saraw’s debut vinyl – refined, focused, and unmistakably human. @sarawrecords…
A sharp slice of minimal with something off-kilter — Scatter Z walks a fine line between hypnotic groove and quiet paranoia. Tension hums beneath the surface. Out now on Saraw, from Root – Uncharted Territories. @sarawrecords @root-cesar
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
Solid and groovy — Ibagan strikes a balance between rhythmic weight and melodic flow. Smooth synth lines glide over a tight, punchy foundation, with subtle vocal chops adding just the right touch. A strong and refined work from Carloscres. @carloscres @denied-music
It is nearly impossible to get invited into the lodge of the Castafarian Keepers. Only the members of privileged orders or fearless warriors may find their names amongst the honored guests. However, there are rare purification sessions that summon musical healers — their role is to prepare the sensory environment for meditative practice. It all begins with gentle swaying, as the local elders begin the process of mana restoration. The enchanting ritual continues until the rhythmic vortexes subside. This time, Ioann Texture has been requested to guide the ceremony. Behind closed doors, the chosen are gathering to taste the brew made from ancient ingredients, share experiences of telepathic communion, and call upon the Great Mind to protect their lands. @xlqupnazqd01…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
مرحبًا بك في مشغل أف ام!
يقوم برنامج مشغل أف أم بمسح الويب للحصول على بودكاست عالية الجودة لتستمتع بها الآن. إنه أفضل تطبيق بودكاست ويعمل على أجهزة اندرويد والأيفون والويب. قم بالتسجيل لمزامنة الاشتراكات عبر الأجهزة.