Expressing strong emotions, such as anger and frustration, but also calm acceptance, Robot86 releases his 2 track album, 'Last Night On Earth.' Reminiscent of atmospheric techno giants, Floating Points and Aphex Twin, Robot86 has captured his feelings and poured them through old breakbeats and cinematic soundscapes.

Robot86 is from a desolate planet where war has been raging since the beginning of time. Electronic music is his escape from reality, what makes him different from the rest of the inhabitants. Released in memory of his grandmother passing away due to Covid-19, 'Last Night On Earth' represents Robot86's inescapable and suffocating dread that he felt.

Last Night On Earth

Space Fly

Why don't you listen

Sticky Nixon

Trains

Bullets

"That's one small step for [a] man, one giant leap for mankind"

Giant Leap

Everything You Wanted

Need The Light

"with her." captures the essence of a peaceful evening, evoking a sense of calm and serenity with a captivating saxophone melody. 
Unwind, find solace, and let this mellow beat transport you to a realm of pure tranquility. Perfect for moments of reflection, relaxation, or simply enjoying the mellifluous sounds of this timeless instrument

with her. (feat. Jake Barber)

They grew up where the cornfields kiss the sky,
Fishin’ in the creek, raisin’ hell on Friday nights.
Four-wheel drives and mama’s fried chicken,
Never thought they’d leave, but the world came tickin’.

Old glory flyin’ on the front porch rail,
Church on Sunday, growin’ cane without fail.
When that call came knockin’ from Uncle Sam,
They traded boots and spurs for a battle plan.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

From Georgia pines to a desert storm,
They learned real fast what that camo’s for.
Through grit and prayers and old dog tags,
They wore their roots like a proud ol’ flag.

One came back with a Purple Heart,
One stayed behind, but he ain’t far.
They carved their names in sacrifice,
Raised on dirt but paid freedom’s price.

Country boys with a rifle in hand,
Leavin’ home to fight in a foreign land.
From backwoods calm to a war-torn zone,
But they still hear sweet Dixie callin’ them home.

Now every small town bar’s got tales to tell,
Of boys who left and fought like hell.
So here’s to them with a toast and a tear—
The pride of the South, forever held dear.

Fight in a Foreign Land

This track is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/kieranmckenna3

Bullets

Beau Bradley