Atlas 5 EP

LYRICS

What, happens when, you try escape from a celestial white hole?
Probably your time starts ticking over arse end about
Leading out light beams
Hurdling the event horizon
There is no past
So let your bright future unfold

Starchasm

LYRICS

Abscission
Falling limbs
Senescence
Magic

Ethylene 
Musky sweet
Ripening
Tragic

Humble
Humble bowl of fruit
Tempting your desire
Simply can’t resist
Indulge at own risk

Furry peach
Wormholed leaves
Codling moth
Edge rot

Severed figs
Anthracnose
Fungal scorch
Lesions

Humble
Humble bowl of fruit
Tempting your desire
Simply can’t resist
Indulge at own risk

Taste Caravaggio’s bowl of fruit
Taste Caravaggio’s bowl of fruit
Taste Caravaggio’s bowl of fruit
Taste Caravaggio’s bowl of fruit
Taste Caravaggio’s bowl of fruit

Slow decay
Metaphor
Imperfect
Motif

Mummified
Shriveled grapes
Infested
Grotesque

Bittersuite Tragedy

LYRICS

The aliens 
Are chilling out
At the edge 
Of our galaxy

In a dusty cloud
Of phosphorus
It’s frigid cold
Habitable
And perfect for
A computer
Like Fugaku
On steroids

It’s a Fermi
Question
When estimating 
The number
Of active
Civilizations

The great filter
It’s pretty hard
First ones here
So advanced
Victim of
Our own success
We’ll wipe out
While hanging ten


It’s a Fermi
Question
When estimating 
The number
Of active
Civilizations

They could have already visited us here
Or they could be watching from above
Not important enough to invade
Morally against colonising

The aliens
Are listening to
Our signals but
They’re not responding

Meteoroids
Panspermia
Asteroids
Panspermia
Planetoids
Cometoids
Thankfully panspermia

It’s a Fermi
Question
When estimating 
The number
Of active
Civilizations

They could have already visited us here
Or they could be watching from above
Not important enough to invade
Morally against colonising us

We are not unique
We are not alone 
On this
Blue marble

They’re here already
They are embedded 
In all 
Our machines

And the aliens
Can’t believe
That sentience
Is made of meat

Fermi Paradox

This song aims to capture the nostalgia related to fairground rides. 

After clunking to the top in the wooden rollercoaster during the intro, you will get taken on a ride of unexpected twists and turns, with accompanying slide guitar and retro synthesizer sounds. The bridge section gives way to a more free flowing digiharp based ambience, before the syncopation returns to close the song. 

I wonder if your favourite fairground ride is referenced along the way?

Moon Balloons

Australian in the Netherlands.
Alternative in style blending jangly guitars, mwah bass and spacey synth.
Actively writing and recording a series of solo EPs (latest #7 2024).

Atlas 5 EP

Cain Doherty