The Origin Signal
THIS IS NOT A LABEL
It’s a wound that sings.
A sanctuary, yes, but for dissonance, for friction, for the sacred noise between notes.
Cabanban Recordings was not founded. It occurred.
A rupture. A whisper in a broken amp. A ritual disguised as vinyl.
We do not release music—we trap it in wax and dare it to stay quiet.
METAPHORS
The first artifact.
Pressed in fever. Raw as open nerve.
Emotionally unresolved, because resolution is a lie.
A study in contrast and control, in trying to hold on while letting go.
Did you hear it? Good. Now forget it. It’s already changing.
THE UNSEEN CURRENT
It pulls. It drags. It floods.
A double LP that fractures time, splits genre, and dissolves safe listening.
Jazz collides with metal. Electronics short-circuit folk melodies.
Tradition sinks. Experiment breathes. Harmony breaks open.
Collapse, recorded.
THIS IS FOR THE TUNED
We press small.
We press with intent.
We press because the screen lies and the needle tells the truth.
These are not background sounds.
These are messages. Frequencies. Warnings. Benedictions.
You will not stream your way to understanding.
IF YOU’RE READING THIS, YOU HEAR IT TOO
That low tone under the rest of your life.
That hum in your bones before sleep.
The moment before the silence cracks.
We are not here to explain.
We are here to witness.
Cabanban Recordings
Touch the needle.
Let it speak.
Tune into the Signal
Fragments of dissonance, resonance, and ritual encoded in sound.
Follow the currents on Spotify and Apple Music.
Some transmissions aren’t meant to be explained—only felt.