rfurtkamp

To the last man, they will always hunt monsters of the sea 05.08.2017 5:04 ↓

It matters not whether there are still monsters, or a sea left to sail. They will always set forth in the night.

The space-time is unreal 30.07.2017 5:01 ↓

Sometimes one can go home again, only to find that aliens with stepped phase rifles have taken root therein. A trio for triage, and the hospice of souls.

A gown, crumbling down her breasts at sundown 28.07.2017 5:31 ↓

Some duets lead to chaos, and the dance is fierce.

A solar federation sends its' last regards 26.07.2017 8:58 ↓

When broadcasts fade in accordance with their Will: this is a testament of the crackle and the hum and the nuclear fire.

Something wishful this way comes 21.07.2017 6:22 ↓

Live July 20, 2017. Scathing wishes as another day burns, and the wishes with them.

Behold! the way! 18.07.2017 8:18 ↓

When reaching for the moment, the heavens rain down and the wormwood star lights in the distance.

Death in silent morning time 13.07.2017 5:36 ↓

Live July 13, 2017. She is outside the window, waiting.

Agitation Phi / Robert Furtkamp - soundsystem718 09.07.2017 58:21 ↓

Collaboration with Agitation Phi ( https://soundcloud.com/agitationphi ), original song found at: https://soundcloud.com/agitationphi/s-c-l-e-r-o-t-i-a-s-o-u-n-d-s-y-s-t-e-m-binaural-bass-innovations-for-the-noaesphere Live in the studio caves, as it should be.

Bill Boethius / Robert Furtkamp - Nine Wells Of Weird Waters 08.07.2017 14:39 ↓

Sometimes one needs a little upright assistance. Original track by Bill Boethius, available here: https://soundcloud.com/bill-boethius/nine-wells-of-weird

Keening the wait 07.07.2017 4:55 ↓

The spirit organ is alive; there is a stone arrow on the flood plain - she is aright in the winds.

Always the keeper at the gate 06.07.2017 4:14 ↓

The angel and the devil are one, guarding the gate to the palace.

She burned the moon 02.07.2017 8:40 ↓

The crunch and the growl are real, as the planet-eaters walk.

The gunpowder whore will never be forgot 30.06.2017 10:10 ↓

Duet for the monsters of the morning stretched into infinite space and finite time. And I can still smell her, burning on the aires.

A burial - and the rotting begins 23.06.2017 5:35 ↓

The haze and the heat rise over the mangled field. And she smiles, as the dead are always friends.

She killed them all, apace 23.06.2017 7:25 ↓

I knew sooner or later there would be digital fuzz worth a shit. I didn't think I'd live to see it. Live June 22, 2017.

Mother, sun, come again! 21.06.2017 10:47 ↓

Prayers that melt in a nuclear wind. Live June 21, 2017. Regular ol' guitar controlling the System-1 via GT-100 MIDI out, plus some toys.

Enter the grand canals 17.06.2017 5:58 ↓

Duet for the hills, on the day i walked and did not return.

Portraits of words / Unwritten momentoes of the Realms beyond 17.06.2017 10:01 ↓

LIve June 17, 2017. Moments of time, of times I've seen before. She always walks beside a wooded river in dream.

A searing setting of the swan 10.06.2017 7:46 ↓

A duet for canyons in time.

Once, Marissa in moonlight 07.06.2017 5:15 ↓

And in the gauzy haze of a river-lit evening, she was perfect aglow - a warmth beyond that of the voices of the dead. Live June 7, 2017

Executive fiat and the throne of God 05.06.2017 6:57 ↓

All things are union, and two dance in the garden as dance in the heavenly halls and in the distant hells.

Monsters, alight and ascend 04.06.2017 5:29 ↓

Maiden flight of the purple bird.

Twice around the sun 30.05.2017 14:14 ↓

One synth, one mean guitar, in search of Weird and Gillie.

Serenity is passion's poison 26.05.2017 9:54 ↓

Sometimes pain leads to grand places, canyons that are otherwise beyond experience. Live May 26, 2017 (Bass VI/guitar synth gone wrong)

Dead by sunrise down 26.05.2017 3:32 ↓

Live May 25, 2016 To Mega Pan Pan, Autopan pan pan. Abusing the spacial time coordinates by program alone, no hands on sliders - somebody asked about automatic envelope panning.