Vector Collapse — Dead Reckoning Club
Metalwave forged in salt, steel, and starlight. Dead Reckoning Club is a navigator’s chronicle: compass-rose riffs, storm-dark synths, and drums that hit like heavy seas. Each track charts a different leg of the voyage—from first light on the horizon to the night where you steer by feel alone.

What it sounds like
Retrosynth glow over serrated guitars, cinematic low end, angular hooks, and big choruses. Nautical noir, adrenaline, and midnight resolve.

Themes
Wayfinding without a map • Grit over doubt • Signals in the static • Courage in bad weather • The discipline of the crew, the instinct of the helm.

Credits
Written, performed, produced & mixed by Vector Collapse (Chris Morley).

Release notes
Mastered for punch and clarity. Turn it up, let the needles swing, and hold your line.

Hashtags
#VectorCollapse #DeadReckoningClub #Metalwave #Retrosynth #Synthwave #DarkAesthetic #NightSail #NewMusic

Dead Reckoning Club

An urban-wasteland hymn: serrated guitars over neon-ashen synths, pulse-driver drums, and bass that hits like rebar under concrete. Echoes of Ruin explores collapse and renewal—messages bouncing off broken architecture until they find a new rhythm.

What it sounds like
Retrosynth blaze + steel-toothed metal • cinematic grit • angular hooks • towering choruses.

Themes
Signal after the blackout • memory as scaffolding • rust, glass, and dawn • defiance you can dance to.

For playlists / mood
metalwave • dark synth • post-apocalyptic cinematic • night drive • training montage • adrenaline

Credits
Written, performed, produced & mixed by Vector Collapse (Chris Morley).
Artwork: industrial/ruin motif.

Suggested tags
retrosynth, synthwave, metal, metalwave, darksynth, cinematic, cyberpunk, industrial, VectorCollapse, EchoesOfRuin

Release notes
Mastered for punch and width. Play loud; let the skyline shake.

Hashtags
#VectorCollapse #EchoesOfRuin #Metalwave #Retrosynth #Synthwave #DarkAesthetic #NewMusic

Split Meridian

Fragmented Self

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song) is a street-level pep talk for the people who hold a whole day together with a checklist, a key ring, and a smile. It walks through bus-stop wind and coffee steam, catching little moments of courage and passing them hand-to-hand. It’s warm, bright, and optimistic—the kind of song that lifts the skyline one step at a time.

If you’ve ever carried more than the paper could hold, this one’s for you.

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LYRICS — “Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle’s Song)”

You tie your shoes like tying down weather
Pocket a list and a little luck
Bus stop wind and a coffee together
Carrying more than the paper can hold up

If the world gets heavy
Pass it hand to hand
Every step a steady
Simple, brilliant plan

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Keys on a ring like tiny planets
Rattle a rhythm the day can sing
You make a map with the way you manage
Door to door, you bring the spring

If the load starts slipping
Count it in to four
Breathe, adjust your grip and
Share a little more

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Raise your hands, the skyline follows
Sidewalk choir, steady drums
Every small good turns the tallest
Stone to rising sun

You don’t need the world—the world needs you
Walking it lighter, making it true
Street by street, you lift the view
You don’t need the world—the world needs you

Atlas in Sneakers (Krystle's Song)

I wrote this song after 2 near-death experiences I had in 2021. My recovery was filled with tears of emotions I forgot I had and a new understanding of life and my purpose.

Pain

Vector Collapse – “Future’s Gone”
from the forthcoming (unannounced) album Fail-Safe Hearts

A neon-noir slow burn: rain on broken asphalt, a blown streetlight spitting sparks, and one silhouette walking into a city that forgot his name. “Future’s Gone” blends moody retrosynth atmosphere with metalwave grit—like footsteps on an empty block.

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Lyrics

A man walks into the night,
Shadows stretch beneath the streetlight.
His hands are torn, his coat is thin,
He’s worn out from what might’ve been.
The world don’t look back, it just moves on—
For him, there will be no dawn.

The future’s gone, it slipped away,
Like smoke from a cigarette in the rain.
Dreams he held, now cracked and drawn,
He walks alone — the future’s gone.

He once had fire behind his eyes,
Now it’s just a place where silence hides.
He gambled truth, he lost to lies,
Watched every promise vaporize.

The stars don’t blink for the damned too long—
For him, there will be no dawn.

The future’s gone, it slipped away,
Like smoke from a cigarette in the rain.
Dreams he held, now cracked and drawn,
He walks alone — the future’s gone.

No angel’s voice, no lover’s prayer,
Just bitter wind and vacant stares.
He tried, Lord knows, he fought the tide,
But some men drown from deep inside.

The future’s gone, like a dying song,
Played once loud but played all wrong.
The sky won’t break, the dark goes on—
He walks alone... the future’s gone.

He walks alone... the future’s gone.

A man walks into the night...
And for him, there will be no dawn.

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Tags: #VectorCollapse #FailSafeHearts #FuturesGone #Metalwave #Retrosynth #DarkSynth #NeonNoir #PostApocalyptic #CinematicSynth #NightDrive

Fail-Safe Hearts

Future's Gone

Hollow Frames trades in tension and quiet grit: a steady drum pulse, low bass lines, and retro synths circling around a voice trying to stay warm while the city keeps its distance. It’s about seeing life happen inches away and feeling it miss you—clear, simple, and to the point.

Lyrics

Windows stare with vacant eyes
People pass, indifferent skies
Echoes of footsteps fade away
I watch the colors turn to gray

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Glass and steel, a mirrored maze
Every face a fleeting phase
I reach for something I can’t hold
Moments slip like molten gold

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

Synths shimmer in a distant glow
Bass hums low, but time moves slow
Shadows stretch across the floor
I seek what’s lost forevermore

Hollow frames around my soul
City moves, but I feel cold
Shapes of life I cannot reach
Lessons learned the streets won’t teach

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#postpunk #retrosynth #darkwave #single

Hollow Frames

Ten Minutes to Pretty hits like a rush of chrome and color—futurefunk swagger with a pop heartbeat and retro-synth shine. It’s the countdown to confidence, the pulse before the door swings open. Bright, playful, a little dangerous—it’s a city night in lip gloss and basslines.

Lyrics

Powder room thunder and a mirror of moons,
Counting down seconds in perfume fumes.
Safety pin smile and a runway nerve,
You fix the world with a touch that curves.

Snap of the compact, lock of the eyes,
Beat hits harder when the angle lies.
Say it’s nothing, make it look heavy,
Flip the switch—ten minutes to pretty.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.

Glossed-up courage and a zipper of steel,
You edit the night to the highlight reel.
Click-clack metronome, heels on tile,
Every second sharpened to a killing smile.

Phone flash lightning, chorus call,
Pose like a rumor on a velvet wall.
Say it’s easy, make it deadly,
Count it down—ten minutes to pretty.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.

Drop to the bass and the claps alone,
Heart keeps time on a ribcage phone.
Breathe in chrome, breathe out steady,
Hit that door—ten minutes to ready.

Ten minutes to pretty, lights turn kind,
Slick that halo, rewrite the line.
Walk it like a secret only streets can keep,
Make the city purr, make the tempo leap.
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#futurefunk #citypop #retrosynth #nudisco #electrofunk #pop #dance #vaporwave #newmusic

Ten Minutes to Pretty

Classically trained violist turned bass player turned tech guy and digital musician with a focus on metalwave, synthwave, and futurefunk.

Ten Minutes to Pretty

Neurostatik Records

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