The Otherworld explores music that seeks to conjure images of distant lands and fantasy ambiance through dreamy dungeon-synth, acid folk, neo-folk, and more. Featuring work primarily from small projects, it's an ambiance to which you can drift off and imagine yourself in another land.
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Gorgons Alter
Sunchaser
Once Fabled
2025
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Alkilith
Temple of Laduguer
Blade of Morndinsamman
2020
Minimal, dwarven synth from deep within the pantheon of the elder gods.
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High Mage
I - Endlessly Toiling
Arachnophilia
2021
WORSHIP THE SPIDER
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Weasly Wimp
𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔗𝔢𝔞𝔪
𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗
2020
𝕰𝖌𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘, 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖔𝖓, 𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖉 𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗, 𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖗𝖚𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖙.
𝕰𝖌𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖎𝖇𝖎 𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘, 𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖖𝖚𝖔𝖉 𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖚𝖒 𝖊𝖘𝖙, 𝖓𝖔𝖓 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖚𝖒 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖒 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖚𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖚𝖙 𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖔 𝖊𝖘𝖙. 𝕯𝖔𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖒 𝖚𝖙𝖎 𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖘 𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖒𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖒 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖆 𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖔𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖚𝖒-𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖆.
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Slime Golem
What Piece Of Work Is Man To Need A Lesser Being For Slave? (Golem escapes)
The Short But Touching Tale Of Slime Golem
2020
A horror-audio narrative about the unfortunate and dismal spawn of a Golem.
From the banks of the Ulkah River an animated creature of clay and slime emerges after it has been summoned by its Maker. In great awe of the mute creature of no will, the Master bestows the Emet on its forehead so as to propel it into doing his horrible biddings. The creature is assigned a task, and that is murder(!), so it makes its way through the forest into the nearby town of Emberdrift.
After committing the unspeakable act, a sudden wave of sadness overwhelms the creature, making this the first ever emotion it experienced! The Golem is now sentient it has become self-aware along with the ability to talk and control its mass at its own will. Appalled by the concept of slavery, its human-like form and all things humane it will turn against its Maker, restrain him and escape, only for to return to the green and slimey vastitude it knows as home.
This great work of sorcery and mysticism is finally unbound and the sad Golem that rebelled against his master and refused to exist in a human-looking vessel is now free to experience peace and serenity under the slimy waterline of Ulkah River.
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Raccoon Fink
Walking a Quiet Trail
Winter Reflections
2022
Written in a week as part of the Dungeon Rush Challenge for winter solstice, 2022. dungeonsynth.proboards.com/post/18805
I used just a single Arturia Pigments synth patch (modified "Siren"), a Piano, and my voice. Any other variations in sound come from the effects chain.
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Castle Zagyx
Remembrance I: Carter's Antarctic Twilight
The Frozen Moor Of Your Memories EP
2019
This is a one-way trip to the icy latitudes of your own mind. No matter how much you fight, the ice always ends up wrapping your memories.
Inspired by the works At the Mountains of Madness by H. P. Lovecraft, Antarctica by K. S. Robinson, Who Goes There? by J. W. Campbell; and the epic of the Northwest Passage.
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Laura Agnusdei
Cuttlefish REM Phase
Flowers Are Blooming In Antarctica
2026
Italian composer and saxophonist Laura Agnusdei returns with “Flowers Are Blooming In Antarctica” a career defining record that sees the artist diving into uncharted waters, a profound timeless meditation on our relationship with planet Earth, the eco-conflicts arising and the fascination with non human forms of life, backdropped to a vivid soundtrack of coral exotica, spiritual Jazz, fourth-world minimalism, tropical electronics, tribal futurism and contemporary elegance.
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Every step of Laura Agnusdei’s path, from electroacoustic experimentation to her constant research based upon the acoustic dimension of wind instruments and their interaction with polymorphic electronic sounds, seems to have pivoted into a new sense of awareness, as if the mind and intellectual practice has finally caught up with the body, the heart and the soul, resulting in her most organic and transcendent work yet. “Flowers Are Blooming In Antarctica” is loosely inspired around a trifecta of pioneering ideas that explore unconventional reality: James Bridle’s ‘Ways Of Being’ with his radical story that mixes ecology, tech and intelligence; Luigi Serafini’s late-70s fantastical ‘Codex Seraphinianus’, an unparalleled collection of flora, fauna, anatomies metamorphosed into new fragile beings; J.G. Ballard’s climate-fiction foreshadowing sci-fi ruminations. These influences shift Agnusdei’s musical trajectory injecting doses of terrestrial malaise, the earthy sub-saharan ‘Ittiolalia’ with its wah-wah filtered sax and trance inducing groove; the rubbery playfulness of ‘Oasi Bar’; the gentle eco-system of ‘P.P.R.N’ reminiscent of Herbie Hancock’s innovative synthesis of funk, space and synthesizers; the kaleidoscopic northern lights of ‘Emperor Penguin Lullaby’, where south-east Asian echoes reach icy shores; the Jon Hassell hyper-ambience of ‘Cuttlefish REM Phase’; the post-apocalyptic march of ‘The Drowned World, a jazz standard for an artificial civilization on the brink of self-destruction. Nothing feels out of place and it’s no coincidence that one of the most powerful messages on the record is delivered on centerpiece ‘Are We Dinos?’ via an interview conducted with two preschoolers. Radical optimism or sonic liberation?
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Laura Agnusdei’s tenor sax cuts deep all across “Flowers Are Blooming In Antarctica”, a laser baton raised up to the clouds, a conductor orchestrating devotional soundscapes for a three-eyed dolphin, guiding us through prismatic pastures and acidic oceans. Her tropicalized realm is pin-pointed with Miles-like sheer clarity, a bristling nakedness on the verge of exploding at any time, creating an album where ascension becomes the unifying code.
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Amn
A realm of countless legends
Shadows of Amn
2022
Maps, my young traveller. |
Maps are taken for granted, |
yet they are the skin upon which |
every great adventure can be traced. |
- Valbôna of the Cloud Peaks
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Medieval Rites
The Morrighan, Goddess of War and Sovereignty
Celtic Pagan Gods
2020
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Chaucerian Myth
Pandarus
Troilus and Criseyde
2017
The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen,
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye,
In lovinge, how his aventures fellen
Fro wo to wele, and after out of joye,
My purpos is, er that I parte fro ye.
Thesiphone, thou help me for t'endite
Thise woful vers, that wepen as I write!
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To thee clepe I, thou goddesse of torment,
Thou cruel Furie, sorwing ever in peyne;
Help me, that am the sorwful instrument
That helpeth lovers, as I can, to pleyne!
For wel sit it, the sothe for to seyne,
A woful wight to han a drery feere,
And, to a sorwful tale, a sory cheere.
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Hobbit Hole
Mystical Adventure
Hobbit on the Run
2020
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Tarkin Turfer
Shadow Visions
Old Finnbar Furrowbrow
2019
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Forgotten Land
Nearing The Stronghold, Resting at Great Oak
Ancient Runic Sorcery
2007
Created in absolute solitude during the depressive winter of 2005. Introduction by Hugin of the Austrian project Uruk-Hai.
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Dmigor
Ascension to the Cosmic Temple
Pathways Beyond the Hallowed Rift
2019
forged in the dead of night
under the spell of an ancient hand
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spirits of the foothills awaken:
the portal is open
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Ed Pilkington
The Old Ones
Old School RuneScape
2013
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George "The Fat Man" Sanger and Dave Govett
Ultima Underworld: Descent
Ultima Underworld: The Stygian Abyss
1992
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Kevin Schilder
Portals of Chaos
Heretic Soundtrack
1994
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LUCIFER ANALOG
Mystic gabber
HDK 76 † Dungeon Rave
2021
The flyiers fixed to the trees of the forest with rusty nails announce the gathering that terrifies the governors of the county: tribes of humanoids from all the wildlands will meet on the slopes of the mountain, on a fullmoon night: they will dance, they will perform wicked rites, they will drink barrels full of cloudy nauseating liquors and they will take on a great variety of hallucinogenic mushrooms. Then they will take refuge in caves in the mountains and there, hovering on the wings of deadly drugs, they will cultivate their hatred of the human race.
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Lord Orots
Ravensong
Reflections of a Legend
2020
Elffor Cover
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The Crypt of Memories
Scylla
Between Scylla and Charybdis
2021
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Synthvvitch
a trap most foul
Mortifer
2020
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Nahadoth
TRANCE, and in sleeping reach there
The Green, Regenerating
2021
Heavy elemental corrosion inspired by Alan Moore's Swamp Thing.
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Umbria
The Unhealing Wound
Homecomer
2023
The time has come. The traveller has walked a thousand paths across many lands; her bag is full of memories, and her heart replete with fulfillment. Now the quest is over, and her homeland is calling from afar, deep within the Highlands. Finally, it is time to go home.
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Shift
Fraud Relic
LOTR (EP)
2000
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Grandma's Cottage
dish soap
Memory Box
2020
all music by grandson
cover photo inspired by Walter Wick
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Mystal Tree
In An Instant the Fresh Plain Bursts with Green
New Growth
2019
Word of the Mystal Tree spread, and the legend grew faster than the spores took hold...
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Around the coastal towns, the people called it “the haunted tree-town”, though neither haunted nor town were quite accurate.
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Along the trade roads leading in, stories passed, person to person. Intrepid merchants took their old masks, and refitted them with cotton and charcoal, swearing their impermeability.
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And in the center kingdoms, where they mostly concerned with themselves, and with each other, it was the guards who first began talking. Guard to guard, then to captain, then to regent, and finally to the ears of the monarchs themselves.
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So one night, drunk heavily on rich wines, the room spinning, a thought appeared in the mind of someone powerful enough to do something about it. A king, a vizier, an emperor. The title didn’t matter. All the ambitious fools thought about that tree from time to time. What power made it grow? And to whom did it belong?
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So this kingdom - and the name is unimportant, for it is not the first, and it will not be the last - sent a procession across the land. They were ready to make an offer. They were ready to show force.
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How do they think this will end?
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