(ER009) d0x10 – onekealveproclop

I welcome you again to Effluvia, my fine feathered fortune fondlers. Prepare to be dazzled! We are gathered on this page here today, within the limbo of text, to celebrate an old tradition, long withstanding. A tradition that will never end, because it never began. It took manifestation for mankind to see it, but it was always there in the great ether of creation. The molten lava of the mind, The melting kiwi of experimental music. d0x10, the man behind many such bleeding fruit baskets and Sphicot Records, creates this album with gored originality. Three untitled gestures equalling “onekealveproclop”. Though quick, these tracks are not fleeting. What is presented is a crater teeming with life, death surrounding. You are caught up in a small ecosystem of shape-shifting sounds, always in motion without necessarily getting anywhere. All outside is minuscule and not at all of the essence. These sounds magnify your view. The theater of microcosms plays larger now for your naked eyes. Study these environments, master these environments. They exist to be illuminated by your cochleas. Join me in the communal bath of Henry Cow guitar swashes, pittery pattery of Stockhausen electro-babble, while always still remaining outside of heavy influence and instead in the realm of UTTER idiosyncrasy. I salute you, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, or should I say, d0x10!

Album: onekealveproclop

Artist: d0x10

Bitrate: 40 kbps

Format: mp3

Genre: Experimental noise, Abstract

Check out Slogre & THAROOP records. These are the sublabels of d0x10’s Sphicot Records.

August 2011






1. Untitled (4;13)

2. Untitled (3:30)

3. Untitled (4:40)


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