why we love this
A dazzling hallucination in fields of technicolor violets made of glass. The music feels weightless and borderless, morphing and gliding like colors inside a lava lamp.
about the record
Destellos Del Éxtasis releases itself from physical locations and ideas, instead building upon symbolism and the abstract. The more we listen, the more we get lost in the way the music remains shapeless, without angles, constantly morphing and transforming into something new. It feels like magic, alchemy, or hallucinatory visions—dreams that could step out into reality. The deeper we get lost, the more we become convinced that the music of Destellos Del Éxtasis becomes part of us, part of our body, present like a perpetually passing cloud.
- 1 - Psicofluido Violeta 6:17
- 2 - Obsidiana Negra 5:33
- 3 - Atemporalidad Primitiva 3:18
- 4 - Sueño Alucinatorio 3:53
- 5 - Azul Dorado en la Zona Intermedia 4:13
- 6 - Letanía de la Maraca Reptilia 4:19
- 7 - Ascensión Celeste 4:09
- 8 - Divinidad Felínica 3:58
- 9 - Tambores y Frecuencias Rituales 5:10
- 10 - Círculo Brillante 5:00
€28,00
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- 1 - Psicofluido Violeta 6:17
- 2 - Obsidiana Negra 5:33
- 3 - Atemporalidad Primitiva 3:18
- 4 - Sueño Alucinatorio 3:53
- 5 - Azul Dorado en la Zona Intermedia 4:13
- 6 - Letanía de la Maraca Reptilia 4:19
- 7 - Ascensión Celeste 4:09
- 8 - Divinidad Felínica 3:58
- 9 - Tambores y Frecuencias Rituales 5:10
- 10 - Círculo Brillante 5:00
why we love this
A dazzling hallucination in fields of technicolor violets made of glass. The music feels weightless and borderless, morphing and gliding like colors inside a lava lamp.
about the record
Destellos Del Éxtasis releases itself from physical locations and ideas, instead building upon symbolism and the abstract. The more we listen, the more we get lost in the way the music remains shapeless, without angles, constantly morphing and transforming into something new. It feels like magic, alchemy, or hallucinatory visions—dreams that could step out into reality. The deeper we get lost, the more we become convinced that the music of Destellos Del Éxtasis becomes part of us, part of our body, present like a perpetually passing cloud.
