hey. welcome back… or maybe you just crawled in through a crack in the drywall. this is Trev’s Virtual Cassette Library. episode one-eight-eight. we’re still pretending it’s a radio show for the sonically adventurous, but really it’s just me and the frequencies arguing in an empty apartment while the city outside forgets we exist.
bags.colder.inched. a great Thai restaurant, apparently. now it’s a coordinate for whatever this episode is.
twenty artists. no schedule. drops when the mood hits. labels haunting the margins: Passed Recordings, whitelabrecs, Ingrown, Audiobulb… you know the ones. braindance, idm, alternative, whatever slips between the cracks like water through broken concrete. Honolulu to Amsterdam to Prague to Saint Petersburg. the world’s shrinking but the weird pockets are still warm.
send files, confessions, whatever, to trevlad@gmail.com. send stories for Chord Confessions. that track that ruined you or saved you. i’ll read it in my sleep-voice or you record it yourself. win-win-win. I’m also doing Trev Tales now—little dreams stitched into the sets. long lucid naps you’re not sure you want to wake up from.
headphones on. let time dissolve. and let the frequencies claim you.
First out from the amazing Passed Recordings label stable Cavern Cult – Of Hope (from the album Approach) This is followed by Russian idm champ NDORFIK – Joensuu from the album NORTHERN CACHE out on Clean Error Records after that some Loneward. but first Of Hope by Offenbach based Cavern Cult.
That was Mike Carss aka Loneward – The Unknowable Realm of Wisdom from the album Paradox of Silken Stars out on Altus Music. Next up we head back to 2018 The Microgram – No Service from the album Savage Architecture which I received courtesy of Free Album Codes, cheers mate. Out on the Lansing, Michigan based Kaiseki Digital label. This is followed by another great Passed Recordings release by David Aimone – Curiosità Ajmone and the track TimeDown After that The Bird’s Companion and Neil McRoberts but first No Service by The Microgram.
You’ve just been listening to The Bird’s Companion and Neil McRoberts – Another Day from a few places, one of them being the compilation This Burnished Land a wonderful NYP release on whitelabrecs. Coming up some quality indie pop in the form of Saya Gray – LIE DOWN.. from the album SAYA out on Dirty Hit records. Followed by California beach vibes with Poolside – Looking Backwards out on Counter Records. and then some Black Country, New Road but first LIE DOWN.. by Saya Gray
That was the post-rock stylings of Black Country, New Road – Intro from the album Ants From Up There out on Ninja Tune. Next up the episodes newest release by Jics. Out on whitelabrecs today March 28th. Followed by Man as Island – Automaton from the album AN that’s out on Russian label Local Gods and was sent in by NDORFIK who I played earlier. After that the virtual B side flip but first Jics – What Brings You Here from the album New South Wales.
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That was Prague based artist Kh3rtis – Still, for a Time from the album In the Wake of Light out on Audionautic Records. Next up Leslie Lowder aka idiiom – Solitude from the album Neural Network out on the Audiobulb label. after that Blank Embrace – The Caves from the 2018 release Ascension out on the Kaiseki Digital label. Then some odd person
You’ve just witnessed odd person – earthquake anxiety – my dismal arcadia available on the outstanding Ingrown Records label. Who is homeless at the moment so any purchases from them could be life saving. Coming up me, Trevlad – Pipe Fluid Fame which is a location from a Hotel in Dublin where I recorded the visual for the video that goes with this piece. All my track names are geolocations of places that mean something to me personally. I use them for the backgrounds in the intros and outros of the episodes Pipe Fluid Fame is from episode 165 back in January. After that Simon Holmes – Broken (South Sudan) from the compilation A Century of Sounds out on the legendary Cities and Memory label. This is followed by Tomo Katsurada & Misha Panfilov but first myself as Trevlad with Pipe Fluid Fame.
That was Tomo Katsurada & Misha Panfilov – Mostra – Eternal Almost out on the label Future Days Radio run by Tomo himself. Now the penultimate piece of episode 188 of Trev’s Virtual cassette library is by Wunderfish – Through Painted Figures (Prologue) – the third piece in the show from the Kaiseki Digital label courtesy of the amazing Free album Codes. This one’s from the compilation Bento Box, Vol. 1 We end this adventure with a stunning 8 minute outing by Ben McElroy – Surely There Are Worse Things – from the album Bird-Stone which you could purchase via whitelabrecs. that’s it for episode 188. thanks for floating here with me. if you’re still listening… you’re in the club. no meetings. no rules. just dust and frequencies. See you in the next crack in the drywall. Cheerio…
Virtual mixtape radio for the sonically adventurous. 20 artists. Drops about three times a week. No schedule, just a passion for independent music.
Welcome to Ibiza Nocturne in Real Time—your midnight-to-dawn drift through the endless Balearic pulse.
Close your eyes for a moment. Feel the warm limestone still holding the day’s heat underfoot. Hear the distant lap of waves folding into limestone coves, the soft sequencer heartbeat threading through salt air thick with jasmine and possibility. This isn’t a playlist; it’s a state of mind, a slow orbit where anything can slide in next—guitar lines sun-bleached and lazy, Rhodes chords sighing like lovers, saxophones tasting of ripe fruit, thunder rumbling low like a bass drop that never quite lands.
No rules, no hurry—just the freedom to play whatever feels right, whatever pulls us deeper into the glow.
So pour something cold, let the terrace doors stay open, and allow the island to breathe through the speakers.
Heat clings. Salt air slides across skin like liquid mercury. Waves fold in slow motion below white limestone cliffs, each crest catching moonlight then releasing it in silver fragments. Feet bare on warm tile, toes curling against the uneven surface of the terrace. Soft clicks, gentle hi-hats like distant rain on palm leaves. The body knows the rhythm before the mind catches up. Eyelids heavy, yet vision sharpens: climbing plants spilling purple over whitewashed walls, a gecko frozen mid-scurry, the faint glow of a cigarette held by someone on the next balcony.
Sky bruises suddenly violet. Wind arrives carrying wet jasmine. Palm leaves thrash like flags in surrender. Lightning veins the horizon, silent at first, then thunder rolls in low and lazy, a bassline dragged across sand. Rain starts in fat isolated drops—plop against shoulder, plop on forehead—then accelerates into white noise. Clothes stick, cool now, hair plastered in dark ropes. Laughter erupts from somewhere down the path, bodies running toward shelter yet not quite reaching it. The storm plays percussion on terracotta roofs, syncopated, teasing. Feet splash through shallow rivers forming on flagstones. Lightning again—everything bleached white for an instant: grinning faces, raised arms, open mouths catching rain.
Dawn arrives soft, apologetic. Coffee steam curls upward, mingling with sea mist. A spoon clinks against porcelain, slow circles. Yesterday’s salt still crusts at the hairline. Someone hums off-key, half-remembered melody from the night before. Sandals slap gently along the road to the bakery; the same dog waits at the same corner, tail sweeping dust. Oranges roll across a wooden table, bright against sun-bleached grain. A child pedals past on a too-big bicycle, bell ringing once, twice. The day unfolds without hurry—linen drying on a line, shadows lengthening then shortening again, voices overlapping in three languages over cold beer at noon.
Moonlight pours through open shutters, pooling silver on the tiled floor. A woman stands at the balcony rail, backlit, hair moving slightly even though the air feels still. Her silhouette curves like the bay below. Bass notes glide beneath skin, warm and low, traveling up the spine. She turns, face half in shadow, eyes reflecting distant boat lights. The room smells of amber and sea-damp cotton. Fingers trail along the edge of a glass tabletop, leaving faint streaks. Somewhere a Rhodes piano sighs, chords stretching like taffy. Time becomes elastic—minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into seconds. She smiles at nothing in particular, at everything.
Guitar line slinks in, lazy and sunburned. Bass rides underneath like warm current pulling at your ankles. Drums tap out a rhythm that feels remembered rather than played. A dirt road curves toward the sea, dust rising in golden clouds behind the scooter. Hair whips, eyes half-closed against the glare. Radio crackles—old soul, Thai funk, something wordless and ecstatic. Hills roll past dotted with white cubes of houses, each one a tiny promise of shade. Madness here is gentle: the urge to stop the bike, kick off sandals, walk straight into turquoise water without thinking.
Waves hush against hull. Boat rocks in cradle of its own making. Stars above, are reflected below—two skies mirrored. Voice low, over soaring strings. “And then you came…” the phrase hangs. Wind carries salt spray across lips. Hand dips into black water, trailing phosphorescence. The sentence never completes; it does not need to. Night folds around the moment like warm cotton.
Vinyl crackles before the beat drops. Disco hi-hat opens a door to last summer. Memory arrives in flashes: wet footprints across marble, empty bottles glinting in morning light, a dress left draped over a chair. The groove pulls backward and forward at once. Laughter echoes in the mind’s empty rooms. Someone dances alone on a terrace, arms raised, eyes closed. The track loops inside the skull, familiar yet always slightly different.
Colors have temperature. Saxophone line tastes of ripe mango. Bass drum thump registers behind the navel. Fingers see sound—rippling outward in peach and violet waves. The body becomes an instrument: skin vibrates with congas, spine curves to the flute’s arc. Synapses fire in citrus bursts. A hand brushes another hand; contact blooms into marimba shimmer. Everything touches everything else.
Voice soft, almost speaking. Worth it. The phrase drifts across still water. Guitar figures loop like vines climbing trellis. A cigarette burns down between fingers, ash falling unnoticed. Moon path on the sea leads nowhere and everywhere. The question answers itself in the swaying of fronds, in the slow blink of harbor lights.
Curtains billow inward on salt breeze. Room empty except for the bed, the fan turning overhead, the low throb of sub-bass through floorboards. Headphones on, world reduced to stereo field. Eyes closed: pink stucco villa, infinity pool spilling into horizon, no one else present. This privacy feels devotional. Keys ripple like water disturbed by a falling frangipani blossom. Paradise requires no witnesses.
Trumpet cries once, clean and bright, then fades into reverb tail. Memory arrives wearing her perfume—jasmine, sunscreen, something metallic underneath. The feeling sits in the chest like a held chord. No words, only the shape of her laugh caught in the bell of the horn. Night air cools; gooseflesh rises along forearms. Love remains, quiet now, stored in minor key.
Voice floats, weightless. “I am the sun, you are the moon.” The line hangs between them like a silver thread. Drums brush soft across cymbals. Sunrise bleeds pink at the edge of the world. Two bodies lie tangled in white sheets, breathing in counterpoint. Light touches skin, turns it gold. The moon lingers, pale and stubborn, refusing to leave quite yet. Everything is orbit. Everything is pull. The track drifts on, carrying them both into morning.
00:00:00 Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith – Thoughts On The Future https://kaitlynaureliasmith.bandcamp.com/track/thoughts-on-the-future (from the album *Thoughts On The Future*) Nettwerk label. A vast, twilight desert stretches under a sky streaked with electric violet auroras. Floating modular synth orbs pulse softly like distant lanterns, while faint geometric patterns ripple across sand dunes that shift in slow, liquid waves.
00:07:01 Gollden – destiny #10 https://imaginarynorth.bandcamp.com/track/destiny-10 (from the album *Destiny*) Imaginary North label. A neon-lit corridor in an abandoned cyber-city at midnight. Holographic cherry blossoms drift through cracked concrete, their petals glitching into fractal code as distant data streams cascade down mirrored walls in electric blue.
00:09:00 frostlake – Sundowner https://discusmusic.bandcamp.com/track/sundowner (from the album *Shattered Stone*) Discus Music label. Golden-orange sunlight spills across a calm coastal harbor at dusk. Wooden boats rock gently on mirrored water streaked with neon reflections, while seabirds circle above crumbling stone quays where long shadows stretch like forgotten promises.
00:12:34 Christina Chatfield – Sutro (from the album *Sutro*) Mysteries of the Deep label. Fog rolls thick over ruined Victorian bathhouse ruins perched on jagged cliffs above the Pacific. Pale moonlight filters through rusted iron frameworks, illuminating scattered pearl-like droplets suspended in the mist and tangled reeds swaying in an unseen current.
00:19:12 Rosie Tee – Wishbone (from the album *Night Creature*) Kikimora Records label. A dimly lit attic room filled with antique mirrors and velvet drapes at midnight. A delicate bone-white wishbone hovers mid-air, cracking open to release swirling threads of crimson light that weave into spectral figures dancing on the walls.
00:22:47 Hannah Peel – Emergence In Nature (from the album *Fir Wave*) KMP Music Ltd. Emerald forest canopy at dawn, where sunlight pierces through leaves in sharp, crystalline beams. Tiny bioluminescent particles rise like fireflies in reverse, forming organic patterns that pulse and expand across moss-covered branches in rhythmic waves.
00:26:42 Garden Gate – A Dream Within a Dream (appears on the album *Edgar Allan Poe*) Library Of The Occult label. Endless nested corridors of antique bookshelves under flickering candlelight. Pages flutter open on their own, revealing layered dreamscapes: oceans within oceans, skies folding into more skies, each frame dissolving into the next like ink in water.
00:29:13 ena b. – Birds Dance (from the album *Night Walk*) Secuencias Temporales label A twilight meadow encircled by ancient willows. Hundreds of shadowy birds lift in unison, their wings tracing glowing arabesques against a bruised purple sky, spiraling upward in harmonious loops that mirror invisible currents of wind.
00:34:05 ANNABEL [lee] – Cat’s Eye (from the album*DECAPODA*) Buried Treasure label A velvet-black room illuminated only by a single luminous green cat’s eye gemstone floating at eye level. Refractions scatter emerald light across floating dust motes and half-seen feline silhouettes prowling along the edges of perception.
00:37:06 Daniella Tourgeman, Tomer Baruch – Mistor (from the album *שפת עולם*) Kame’a Music label Ancient stone alleyways in a fog-shrouded Mediterranean city at predawn. Soft amber lanterns cast trembling pools of light on dew-wet cobblestones, where whispers of mist curl around arched doorways hiding secrets in shadow.
00:41:34 Castle If – Missing 404 (from the album *darknet*) A glitchy, pixelated library floating in digital void. Empty bookshelves flicker erratically, pages dissolving into error-code rain that falls upward, while a lone cursor blinks insistently in the center of an unreachable, cracked screen.
00:44:15 Sachi Kobayashi – Nostalgia (from the album *More Than Just A Dream*) Stereoscenic Records. A faded childhood bedroom bathed in warm afternoon sun through lace curtains. Old photographs on the wall slowly develop reverse—colors draining away—while a music box melody unwinds in slow motion, dust motes suspended like frozen memories.
00:49:26 Me Lost Me – Real World (from the album RPG) Upset The Rhythm label. A bustling urban street viewed through rain-streaked window glass at night. Neon signs blur into watercolor streaks of pink and cyan, pedestrians dissolve into abstract shapes, while reflections in puddles show an alternate, quieter reality beneath.
00:52:23 Little Dragon, April + VISTA – Layers (from the album *Slipping Into Color*) Ninja Tune label. Translucent geological strata glowing in deep earth tones underground. Each layer pulses with different hues—indigo, amber, rose—shifting and overlapping like sedimentary memories, with faint bioluminescent veins threading through the rock.
00:55:46 The Mistys – Nervous Mirror (from the album *Situations | Useless Mouths*) Castles In Space label. A cracked vanity mirror in a deserted ballroom under chandelier light. Reflections multiply infinitely, each version showing subtle distortions: trembling hands, shifting expressions, fractured eyes staring back with quiet unease.
00:59:42 marine eyes, IKSRE – Forgiveness (from the album *Nurture*) Past Inside the Present (PITP) Soft ocean waves lapping at a moonlit shore lined with sea glass. Gentle tides carry away shards of colored light, smoothing rough edges over time, while a pale horizon glows with quiet, healing luminescence.
01:04:36 Sababa 5 & Canay Doğan – Gaip (from the singel *Gaip / Seher*) Batov Records A bustling Istanbul bazaar at golden hour, viewed through haze of incense smoke. Spices spill in vibrant pyramids, lanterns sway overhead casting warm patterns on tiled floors, while distant calls blend into a hypnotic, wandering rhythm.
Welcome, sonic wanderers. You’ve arrived at Episode 137 of The Virtual Cassette Library. Feelers Slows Fleet is the episodes subtitle, as well as the track you’re hearing in the background and it’s geographical location which I’ve filmed and can be experienced on YouTube. I’m Trevor and I curate these 90-minute genre bending drifts through frequencies from around the globe. No commentary. No interruptions. Just pure sonic immersion. Two, 45 minute mixes, 15 tracks per side with a side change in the middle. Picture the listening experience like being at a music festival where the artists play on a rotating stage. Each act is allotted the time for their piece and as it ends the next act takes over rotating into view. Styles for this episode range from post-rock to minimal electro, from Ambient to psychedelic. The musical keys in focus are A major and F sharp minor, G flat minor. This episode contains some household names like To Rococo Rot, Jah Wobble, Louis Cole and Tycho. Some friends of the channel like Fallen, Pietro Zollo, Exit Chamber and WEALDHAM as well as some supporting labels like Castles in Space, rohs! records, Moniker Eggplant, Triplicate Records and Projekt records. You are all the soul of this show. If you’d like to be included on future episodes send your art to trevlad@gmail.com. Links to all the tracks are illuminated at trevor.se and marked in each episode’s Mixcloud timeline. Pre-order the 7th TVCL album on Bandcamp. It drops when we hit 16 tracks. Subscribe and unlock 866 archived shows. Remember, every comment, every like, every follow, subscription and, album purchase keeps the frequencies flowing. So now—secure those headphones. Let time dissolve, and let the frequencies claim you.
Welcome to Trevor’s Virtual Cassette Library episode 102 A 90-minute journey with a metaphysical flip at the halfway mark—perfect for a long walk, a mental wander, or a quiet moment alone with the universe. Today’s flight is partially sponsored by these generous labels: Astra Solaria Recordings, Castles In Space, ARCHIVES, Error Prone Records, Moniker Eggplant, Sonor Music Editions, Bricolage, rohs! records, Mystery Circles,
As well as these artists who have sent me material: Augen, The Green Kingdom, Phil Dodds from Allmanna Town.
Much love to my Co-Host the poet, the Psychonaut, Nanogod, for his visualisations of what’s going on during the episodes.
Special thanks to Free Album Codes—always fueling the episodes with Bandcamp gems. 🙏
Also shout outs to, aeon_music, and Ottervision, for the follows, likes and comments.
At least two of the tracks contain the Bucla Music Easel.
The A side contains “On The Waves Of Neptune” an exclusive from the album “Where Trees Go To Die” the latest offering from Stone Anthem, a hallucinatory journey through ambient textures, dense organic drones, and otherworldly frequencies. Layering field recordings, modular synthesis, and hushed vocals, the album was created in an attempt to maximise immersion and create a sonic field of bliss, a slow-evolving soundscape where perception bends and time dissolves. The album’s initial blueprint was created in a quiet hamlet in the Spanish mountains in 2023 with very little equipment. So the scenery of forests and mountains were a great influence on the album’s development. This is also from where all of the field recordings on the album were sourced.
Castles in Space is delighted to be working with this charismatic, vibrant and super-talented young artist. He’s just turned 18.
The B side contains an exclusive by colab who I know nothing about and I don’t believe are the Georgian Hard techno outfit. The track here, Troubled appears on the Bricolage labels 27 track compilation album X celebrating their 10th year of magical releases. It’s a ‘who’s who’ of the label past, present and future. Do check it out. Links to everything played are in the show notes and in the comments.
I won’t be commenting between the tracks. You can join nanogods poetic visualisations on the time line. Don’t be shy.
Do you want to be part of future transmissions? Send your art to: trevlad@gmail.com Purchase paths are always illuminated at trevor.se and marked at the top of each episode.
Now, Prepare for immersion. Secure those headphones. Let time dissolve, and let the frequencies claim you. 🚀✨
🔮 Welcome, wanderers of the wavelength. This is Trevor, transmitting under twilight skies from the quiet edge of Malmö. You’ve tuned into Virtual Cassette Library 083—your portal into a liminal soundworld where frequencies blur the veil between seen and unseen. No maps, no commentary, just a raw stream of curated audio artifacts for your inner navigation. Tonight’s broadcast is sponsored by arcane signal bearers: Cyclical Dreams, Clay Pipe Music, whitelabrecs, Adventurous Music, Driftworks, and Mahorka. ✒️ Special gratitude to the sonic conjurers whose compositions pull threads from forgotten dimensions—Fimnur, Anubis Rude, survey channel, Altus—and to Free Album Codes for unearthing whispers from the archives of Bandcamp. Otis, Aeon, fonodroom—you remain constants in this drifting field. 🎧 Settle in. Let go of the linear. The halfway point bends space; Side B drips with surreal intention. The playlist is your guide. Track links can be found on trevor.se Comments go on the timeline—I speak only through curation. 📨 Artists, labels—send your sonic relics to trevlad@gmail.com.