Cursed melodies, possessed singers, graveyard debts and ancient oaths. Welcome to the darkness that never dies.

Tales from the Void

A chilling gothic folk horror ballad, "The Lumberjack's Oath" weaves a tale of fevered promises, frozen graves, and the forest's vengeful return—where a dying lumberjack swears to scout beyond death and comes back transformed by the woods themselves. Blending working-class grit with ancient folklore, this dark Americana nightmare reminds us: some oaths bind forever, and the trees remember every cut. Watch the official video: https://youtu.be/MUK5-dcNc54 #FolkHorror #GothicFolk #DarkAmericana #LumberjackOath #ForestFolklore #WorkingClassHorror

The Lumberjack's oath

A hauntingly slow Dark Americana ballad, "Same Bend,  Same Note" traps the listener in an eternal loop of futile repetition—swinging the same axe, driving the same bend, chasing unresolved notes that echo into infinity. With whispering layers, infinite slide guitar echoes, and a fixed twilight sun, this gothic folk nightmare explores hell not as fire, but as perfect, unchanging routine where beauty fades yet the motion never ends.  #DarkAmericana #GothicFolk #EternalLoop #RepetitiveHell #ExistentialBallad #TragicFolk

The same Bend, the same Note

A brooding Southern Gothic blues ballad, "Dirt Road Crossroads" revisits the classic devil's bargain twenty years later—fame's hollow price coming due under a harvest moon, with mournful fiddle requiems, weeping slide guitar, and raw gravelly vocals painting fateful regret and inevitable collection. Rag'n'Bone Man depth meets Tyler Childers storytelling in this ominous tale of sold souls and borrowed glory.  #SouthernGothic #DirtRoadCrossroads #DevilBargain #DarkAmericana #BluesBallad #OccultFolk

Dirt Road Cross Roads

A chilling Shadow Folk incantation from the cursed Appalachian hollows, "Cursed Melodies" warns of ancient songs unearthed from coffin wood—haunting tunes that possess singers, plant seeds of night, and turn souls black with unstoppable darkness. Delivered in a deep, gravelly White Buffalo-style baritone over acoustic guitar, distant fiddle, banjo whispers, and mountain wind drones, this slow-burning dread ballad embodies forbidden hymns that wait in the fog to claim new voices. #DarkAmericana #ShadowF  #CursedMelodies #AppalachianHorror #OccultFolk #GothicBallad

Cursed Melodies

A harrowing Dark Americana confession, "I Am the Host" chronicles a man's unwilling role as vessel for a demon that corrupts holy light in everyone he loves—forcing self-imposed exile to protect them from his poisonous touch. With themes of damnation worn like skin, curdling blessings, and sacrificial loneliness, this gothic folk nightmare blends tragic isolation with possessive horror. Watch the official video https://youtu.be/3F2Xixq5NgU: #DarkAmericana #IAmTheHost #GothicFolk #DemonicPossession #OccultBallad #HorrorFolk

I am the host

Daddy’s pine-box inheritance just got heavier than the flood.
64 BPM of pure red-clay sludge: palm-muted riffs that drag like coffins, slide guitar weeping rust and guilt, demonic banjo clawing under the floorboards, and a whiskey-ravaged preacher choosing between one soul or a thousand.
The dam’s cracking. The water’s rising.
I’m the Bad Luck Heir – and I’m drinking the flood tonight.

Bad luck heir

She came for the Coventry Tapes.
I warned her twice.
62 BPM of red-dirt sludge, poisonous slide bends, demonic banjo chewing souls, and a whiskey-ravaged preacher growling against Luna’s whispered greed.
These reels grant every wish, then drag you screaming into the mountain.
One copy still breathes in the dark.

The Coventry Tapes

3:00 AM. You can’t move.
He’s standing at the foot of your bed.
Wide-brimmed hat. No face. Just shadow wearing a man.
Millions have seen him. Grandma in ’44. Dad in ’73. Now you.
This is the song he doesn’t want you to finish.
Playlist: Tales from the Void

Hatman

Deep, gravelly male lead vocal, every syllable dragged from frozen lungs, slow and haunted. Ethereal distant female ghost harmonies and whispers in canon. Drop B low-tuned acoustic guitar, sparse fingerpicked banjo that cracks like breaking bone, bowed double bass drone, cold tremolo mandolin, sparse chilling piano chords, jaw harp bends, wind howl, crow calls. Extremely slow 34 BPM, night-bound mountain sorcery, inescapable dread, old-Appalachian curse atmosphere.

Premiere Jan 30 2026 : https://youtu.be/8wuNBNEwL_I

Storytellers curse

Forty years in the dark, and the mountain still remembers her name.
A white dress in tunnel seven. A mother’s curse in every vein of coal.
Now the new boys follow a little girl’s voice deeper than any map goes… and they never come back the same.
This is the sound of stone that’s learned to sing.

Canary in the Colemine

Rope around his neck. Sun rising crimson.
One last confession from a man who chose silver over grace, pride over Mary, and darkness over light.
This is the final waltz — slow, heavy, and honest.

The Final Waltz

She left with my best friend and half my pride.
I just raised a glass and smiled real wide.
70 BPM of pure Dirt Nasty: razor-sharp chicken pickin’ that laughs while it cuts, palm-mutes that swagger like a drunk with a straight razor, demonic banjo egging on the fight, and a whiskey-gargling preacher singing the meanest break-up song in hell.
Pour one out, light one up, and burn the whole damn bar down.

Whiskey & Ashes

Cursed melodies. Family graves. Crossroads debts.
Southern Gothic nightmares & human heartbreak.
Welcome to 0165 Productions.
Leave pure or don’t leave at all.

I am the host

0165 Productions

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