T.O.U.C.H. Samadhi

The high desert frontier, late in the 1800s. The silence of the salt-crusted flats was shattered when the sky fractured, bringing down towering, metallic shadows that loomed over the mesa. These visitors didn't arrive for the land or the silver; they came for the "grit"- the hardened spectral residue of the pioneers who weathered this desolate frontier. In the heart of Deadman’s Wash, the invaders began their work, distilling the echoes of the desert into a cold, celestial frequency and turning the spirits of the West into a harvested signal.

Descent on Deadman’s Wash is a collaborative transmission from Kri Samadhi and Mombi Yuleman, where the organic textures of the Old West are systematically dismantled by alien geometry. Bone-dry resonators and wind-swept atmospheres collide with sharp synthetic textures and deep sampling, creating a psychedelic friction between weathered leather and cold, extraterrestrial light. It is a high-noon hallucination where the horizon bleeds digital glare and the tumbleweeds dissolve into fractals—a sonic abduction of the frontier itself.