Melancholic

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ambit. & Adam Dodson - Lull

Lunar Tide

Bandcamp: https://lightflavor.bandcamp.com
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Donation to Light Flavor: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/LightFlavorCH

RohBloX

Donation to Light

"Fluidity" is a slow immersion into a fluid, cinematic soundscape. Blending ambient, experimental electronica, and textured sound design, each minute invites you to drift deeper.

No rigid beats, no imposed rhythm — just evolving pads, ethereal glitches, and a continuous sense of weightless motion. It’s musical breathing, a moment suspended in space.

💡 Perfect for creating, meditating, or traveling deep within.
🎧 Best experienced on headphones to capture the full subtlety of the mix.

Fluidity

A slow, immersive unraveling. Subduction drifts between density and disappearance—where textures melt, glitch, and re-form like weather systems at the edge of knowing.

Subduction

Respectfully submitted, please advise how I may exist‎ -- Ft. Et al [sytemic]

Rock song written, arranged, produced by JH
John Hardman - Vocals, guitars, keyboards
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Could've Been Better - John Hardman

Systeme Biotic-Umbrae [Dark Nature Concept]


Echoes You Can’t Unhear is a 30-track journey through late-night frequency, empty highways, and emotional residue. Built from lo-fi textures and ambient synths, this album is for those moments when silence is too loud and your thoughts start to echo. Each instrumental was crafted for repeat listens  whether you're coding, driving, thinking, or healing.

This isn't just background noise  it's foreground atmosphere.  Yoru delivers immersive soundscapes that drift between lofi, chillwave, ambient electronica, and experimental textures. The pacing is slow-burn but emotionally gripping, made for those who feel too much and say too little. No words  just everything you're trying not to feel.

Perfect for:

Late night reflection

Studying, reading, or decompressing

Lofi lovers who want more emotion in their mix

Listeners who loop albums from start to finish

Fans of ambient storytelling through sound

Why Yoru?
Because this is music made with intention. Every song is instrumental and built for repeat value. We believe in moments, not just metrics. But yes  we also want this to go viral, get playlisted, and feed the algorithm until it breaks.

🎧 Use it however you need it. Just let it run.
📌 Follow Yoru for more full-length instrumental drops every week.
📀 All Yoru projects are digital-only  no merch, no physicals, just sound that pays for itself.

Track Highlights:

“Echoes You Can’t Unhear” – the heart of the album; soft distortion and emotional weight.

“Lost Signal Romance” – moody melodic loops for the ones that ghosted.

“No Sound Without You” – haunting and minimalist, perfect for rainy nights.

“We Kept Playing Anyway” – a soft outro that never fully resolves.

Tags:
#lofihiphop #chillmusic #ambientmusic #studybeats #instrumentalmusic #chillwave #lofiambient #emotionalsoundscape #repeatszn #synthdreams #nightvibes #nostalgicmusic #undergroundinstrumental #drivemusic #lonelymusic #healingmusic #codingmusic #soundcloudproducer #sleeptunes #soundtrackvibes

If you're reading this, you're part of the reason this works.
Play it. Loop it. Let the algorithm know you felt it.

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Low Voltage

Systeme Biotic-Symbiotic Echo [Dark Nature Concept]

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 sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

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.

Respectfully submitted, please advise how I may exist‎ -- Ft. Et al [sytemic]

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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