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Daily Instrument — Balafon

The balafon is a West African idiophone similar to the xylophone. The main use of the balafon was to play music for kings and ceremonies instead of everyday life. The balafon has 21 wooden keys with gourds as a resonator. The keys are tied with cord to the instrument's bamboo frame. To play the balafon the player strikes the keys with wooden padded mallets.

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Contours - Balafon Sketches - balafon, gamelan, & electronics (and if you have inferred Fourth World from that, you are right)

The first self-release from Contours. Contours is the project of musician, producer and DJ Tom Burford. Based in Manchester, Contours’ sound explores the spaces, rhythms and textures that sit between House, Jazz, broken-beat, Hip Hop and percussive obscurities.

Balafon Sketches began as a series of live jams in Cumbria. Percussionist and producer Contours & instrument builder, musician, painter and ceramicist Seth Sutton experimented with balafons and a gamelan alongside Sutton’s homemade string and percussive instrumentation. The tracks’ foundations were built running these elements of tuned percussion through delay and reverb pedals, experimenting with interlocking polyrhythms and the overtones and textures created by the raw recordings. Contours built upon these recordings utilising a range of live instrumentation such as synthesizers, drum machines and other organic percussion. He worked alongside several instrumentalists: cellist Abel Selaocoe and saxophonist/ flautist Callum Connell feature on ‘Keld’, violinist Simmy Singh on ‘45npr’, and violinist Beka Reid on ‘Eastern Bells’. Balafon Sketches sees the coming together of electronic and organic instrumentation. It crosses musical traditions that makes for a sonic journey, taking as much influence from African rhythmic practice as it does from minimalism, electronic music and the transcendental nature of ambient music and spiritual jazz. This release is the organic output of spontaneous experimentation with friends, and was entirely recorded in our homes in Manchester and Cumbria. Each tape features a hand-printed linocut by Kitty Hopking. 100% of profits from this release will be donated to Kids of Colour and Colours Youth Network. Seth Sutton: Gamelan, percussion & homemade instrumentation Abel Selaocoe: Cello Callum Connell: Saxophone & flute Simmy Singh: Violin Beka Reid: Violin Tom Burford: Production, balafon, gamelan, percussion, drum machine, synthesizer, RE20 space echo & field recordings

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Angel’s Aegis

Backwardly trapped in a corner of no certainty left of remain. He was spent and out of construable options. Like often frightened or cornered animals that were sprung to traps in the Kingdom of Beasts. It has been documented that they would exhibit a form of auto-cannibalism to set themselves free from held binds, this was done of preservation to sacrifice a limb for their life. In this situation though he was better off feeding his soul to a force surrounded in the darkness of his inner-sanctum an supernatural-entity that simply held dominion over the soul-taking in the undermost world. The preservation within this situation was to prevent the demonic duo from escaping this realm of madness into where his fondness was held, of life. In-order to entrust that death was to be met. Acceptance of it would have to be given. Drawing his own broken-tilted blade towards his own throat shakily of grip. One soul was all that was required to preserve many, dozens. To pay his debt to the collector. This sacrifice meant ouruboros with life came death, with death came life -- the infinitum loop. His painstaking muscles ached drawing the weight and exhausting his eyelids from showing a indication of vigor left remaining from previous bursts. Lacerations and crimson fluids maintained to leak in running streams. His teeth tightening up as they gnawed together to brave himself with the act never believing he’d be taken to the brink. Though demise and despair incarnate proved to be overly matched. <Blasted! This seems to be our last tidal wave mateys, In order to preserve the keepsakes I fortunately acquired... I have t’ relinquish my claims to pay my debt for a trip to Full Free. Held a preference how I wanted to get my last release but seems I got to do it myself, sure as sweet Leviathan beats these jack offs receiving the satisfaction that’s for certain! > Stammering mentally out in agitation in lasting self-reflection to shifting to a dire necessary to secure what matters the most to his existence his plundered treasures. He darted his weaponry forward to pierce, but something quantifiable expected emerged or took precedence. A voice boomed outward in a regal baritone. Ice locked and held the Seeker’s wrists and connected it to a dense surface to prevent the momentum of the desperate act. An unbridled coldness settled in as snow pelted around and started to seal up his oozing injuries in chilly torment but dried out the urgency.

“How pathetic, rocked to the slump of giving up, Captain? Here, I believed I would have an actual challenge. Again you prove me accurately correct, you cannot do anything solely by yourself... Though you misinformed me the threat you were fighting... These foul-deviants are out of your league. Besides if any get to see you fall, It better be by my hands. Not cooped up in a dimension as blank and forgotten as here.” A pure white-suited Keeper swarming in intense aetherial aura. A rifted-portal started to wane shut. The voidal brotherly marked with a magical controlling sigil on his forehead took youngster charge at the new mage who had arrived. In one fail swooped a barrage of ice fluttered forward, what wasn’t known as the shards were homing as the demon dodged with ease and believed to dodge again another came from aerial above as his brother shouted, “Watch out!” Connecting directly in the forehead both brothers laughed over it though pretending they were fearful and believing again another mortal attempting to outmatch and wound them. They had no idea they were dealing with no-ordinarily mage as evidence should have been how he achieved getting too their plane on his own merit.

The younger brother fell excruciating pain causing him to screech and writhe in mid-air as a red lightning formed around a blood gem he tore off his tuxedo-jacket and revealed several puncture syringe holes to his own veins. “You’re my servant now.” He masked the blood-gem stone in his own ice in the most center and over layered it in calculations. This was no ordinary blood-gem stone as it was the blood of the Mhachi which were said to use to command voidsents in all this preparation and time, Shiro had been building up and conjuring up one for this exact moment. He received information of the hierarchy of the Voidsent in the question from being informed in advance without Kuro’s knowledge. His intellect was massive and vast in this expertise for these two were his sins out in the open, for he was the reasoning of why they were unlocked and left to roam when he ventured to the Void for ten-years worth in the dimensional-time to acquire power that was hungered to best an Hidden Empire that held him stuck to the game of piracy. “These two will serve to be my atonement. Now then...” Lifting up his white-gloved hand and chanting in the Mhachi tongue a command. He’d enforce his brother to fight his older one to bide them time. As it activated and played out as they attempted mental resistance but the flux and vast quantity of blood strung an enforced hold. He looked at the Captain trying to stagger back to stand. Then the nobleman drew out his rapier strangely and shockingly stabbed in the back of the shoulder with a puncture stab with his rapier. Which - the pirate opened his eyes alarmingly in confusion and back stabbed-betrayal?!?! Was this but another ploy by the mastermind? A cog to his ever expansive and spinning mind of crafted excellence?