Hey there!

This is a fan piece written for the upcoming game No Man's Sky as if I were the actual composer for the game. 

Inspired as I was at the E3 reveal of the game, I decided to write music based off of the beautiful screenshots and masterful concept art of the game. I'm quite happy with the lush hybrid end result, and I hope you enjoy the track.

You can watch the YouTube video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTcWURKv44o&list=UUtLQB_GTAb7jHovtAXEhe9Q

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Unofficial - No Man's Sky - Opening & Main Theme

Escape Reality

listen on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-es/track/7iVZX0qSQpiaBV6tTtZ5Wb?si=30f9256e996f4179

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Hollowheart

Navjaxx - Hollowheart

Protocol Reboot

Portent

Timelessness

big bang bubbles booping (blimps glimpse tensing and tensoring and relief)

Begins Over Start (JRPQ Remix)

Clarity blooms ... reflection becomes identity. The dreamer opens their eyes.

-- ABOUT Ouroboros: --

Ouroboros is a continuous loop of sound and sensation ... a Synthwave album built around renewal, decay, and the quiet pull of repetition. Across eight tracks, it moves from ritualistic lows to neon-soaked highs, tracing the arc of a system that’s always collapsing and rebuilding itself.

Pulsing basslines, glowing arpeggios, and atmospheric vocals that hover between human and machine, creating a seamless cycle that feels both ancient and futuristic ... the hum of an old myth running through modern circuits.

It’s not about nostalgia, exactly. Ouroboros sounds like memory folding back on itself ... the moment when light turns to echo, and echo turns to life again. Enjoy the ride!

Glass Horizon

The Only Time is Now

The Uprising - Mitchell Broom

Hope you guys enjoy this one!
and the cool picture haha.

Big thanks to Kevin Mantey for helping me out with this one and mastering it for me again!

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Composed by: Mitchell Broom
Mastered by: Kevin Mantey

Credits: Artwork by - Unknown

The Uprising

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

big bang bubbles booping (blimps glimpse tensing and tensoring and relief)

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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