A stellar musical odyssey, happy vibrations and mindful psychedelia. 

Space Babies is the musical project of Rebecca and Michael Vest in collaboration with Dave Scher and John X Volaitis, spreading love and happy vibrations from Venice, California. These cosmic beings are here to reflect on all the beauty in this world with their intergalactic groove and trippy melodies. Inspired by the 60’s and 70’s psychedelia, Ancient Future, human evolution and pristine nature, their music aims to connect with the world and all that is freaky and beautiful. Combining their thoughtful lyrics and mellow sound with far out space imagery, Space Babies wants to reach out to their future tribe all around the world.

Music was the second language to these flower children while growing up. With backgrounds in Southern California, New Mexico, and New York, they have worked with music their entire lives. Collectively, they have garnered experience in everything between recording in studios and making videos, performing, touring and playing with various groups throughout the years. By the present century, however, they rooted in Venice, California, and have since released three albums recorded in their studio, Earthstar Creation Center. While they might often be found working at their studio creating new songs and videos, Space Babies are more than just musicians: they are lovers of life and believers in a better tomorrow.

The band will be releasing their next album Spaceport on April 27th, 2018.

We are N.C. We love to play. We hope you enjoy!

If you like this music please go buy the ep or individual tracks at my bandcamp, links below. I'm really poor and it's really cheap.

In 1983.. something bad was in the air.

A warning that seemed to come through every TV cable, every pirate radio signal, every shaking screen that caught your eyes late at night.

A heavy, relentless pulse.
A sound you didn’t just hear.. you felt it.
Like the whole world, from Florida to Bucharest, was beating to the same rhythm.
The same warning.

"What’s going on out there?"
Someone asks.
There’s danger outside.
So don’t go outside.

All signs pointed east.
Strange sources.
Mysterious signals that appeared only on certain nights, at certain heights.

Old tapes mention Vlad, a quiet, enigmatic figure, born in Romania,
whose story drifts through echoes and static, carrying whispers of Transilvania.
A name wrapped in rumor and mystery, tied to stories that trace through dark forests and mountain echoes,
where myth meets reality, and shadows dance beneath neon light.

Some say he came down from the mountains with sounds that were never written.
Others say he never came down at all.

People tell stories.
About blood and basslines.
About heartbeats syncing with distorted rhythms.
About a face that doesn’t age.

But maybe it’s just legend.
Or maybe the music isn’t just music.
Maybe it’s a calling.

And if that “something bad” from 1983 wasn’t the end…
Maybe it was only the beginning.

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