COMMANDER GLITCHROT: HUNG BY THE BRAINSTEM is a cyberpunk metal odyssey through neural corruption, digital decay, and cosmic dread. This is hand-forged space noise—no AI sludge here. Every riff is built for those who stare at the stars and see circuitry.

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CRSH-PRYR.X3  RITUALIZED SIGNAL NOISE

SYN-FAIL.443  DATALEAK THROUGH SPINAL LOOP

12 tracks of hand-forged space noise that'll twist your neurons into pretzels. This isn't background music—this is a centrifugal journey through the void where fun becomes forbidden and rotation is the only escape.

NAN-HAWK  FUN FORBIDDEN ROTATION DETECTED

SPN-000  ENTRY WHIRLCORE

Another cosmic defeat at the hands of interdimensional waterfowl. Eight tracks of hand-forged space noise chronicling my latest humiliation in the void.

GL1TCH.KEYZ  STRUCK BY A QUANTUM CHORD

Ever told a joke so bad it ripped a hole in the universe? Yeah, me too. Welcome to the result

WARPJEST_ALPHA (Humor at light speed = disaster)

CHAOSLION.vhs (Space lion ate my punchline)

CRYPTSUN_Δ-99 (The sun that died from my bad jokes)

QUASAR_QUACK.v2 (Duck jokes, cosmic consequences)

“Signals From Your Future Corpse” is a psychedelic synth metal journey through the void—melodic, dreamy, and powered by beautifully distorted bass riffs and cosmic metal energy.

DSK-L1NK  SOON TO BE SIGNAL

A lone vessel drifts silently through color-drenched voids.
Commander Glitchrot, half-machine and mostly memory, becomes a faint pulse against the shimmer of ancient light.


M-IRR0R.55  MEMORY DRIFT HER NAME IN STATIC

Ω.END.SGN  A LANTERN IN THE NEBULA

XM0RE  SINGULARITY IS A FEELING

GLX-FADE.001  BLUE HOUR IN SECTOR IX

A lost broadcast from the grave orbit.
Commander Glitchrot drifts through forgotten missions and failed extractions — a requiem carved into static and ash.

vhs2000KEPPLER

He aimed for the stars.
He got eaten by one.

Commander Glitchrot’s latest mission takes a sharp left into cosmic disaster as he faces a flaming sun-god with fangs, and no chill whatsoever.

DRØNE_SCREAM_VR2

S0UL.DLL Not Found

I'm Commander Glitchrot. Skull-faced. Star-lost.
This is the wedding album from hell—24 tracks of cosmic horror matrimony, where love meets tentacles and vows turn to void.

R1NGS.ØF.SATURN_LOOPS.ogg

H0NEYM00N_IN_HELL.tmp

B0UQUET_OF_W0RMS.dll

W3DDING_CRYPT.ogg

Commander Glitchrot returns — skull-faced and furious — battling through digital jungle hell, bone gods, and a very confused shaman with no refunds.

DS-CNT.CN8

JG-SCRMXT2

A dying robot's last words encoded in corrupted signals and rusted echoes. Each track is a fragment of consciousness dissolving into the cosmic static. This isn't AI sludge – this is hand-forged space noise for those who've stared into the abyss and heard it whisper back.

RUSTED_ECHO.protocol

MEMORY_LEAK_FUNERAL

Armed with distortion-blasted synths and glitch-ripped riffs, Glitchrot tears through goblin ranks like a psychedelic fever dream with a body count.

RST-JNGL.GBLNMX

XTR-GOB.RMNS

Plug in. Drift out. Let the Cosmic Banana peel back your skull and show you what the void really thinks of you.

COSMIC_BANANA.init()

AUTOPILOT_IN_HELL.mode7

BANANAOSKERNEL_PANIC()

XPEEL-42

You know what’s worse than dying in space? Not dying, and having to listen to your ship’s AI narrate your spiral into madness.

Commander Glitchrot went looking for new worlds.
He found his feelings instead. Big mistake. Huge.

TX-ECH0.STRT

You've entered the Riff Horizon — no signal, no escape, just face-melting tones.

RNG-STRNGS.BND

TM-DSRTN.Δ

SPGH-FRM.V0ID

HRZN-PTCH.1

 Commander Glitchrot leads the charge — half machine, all heart — against interstellar threats in a universe teeming with mystery and color.

RFF-ORCH.9

WORMGD-SNARL.X

MTRX-DSTBLZR

FNL-CMBT.GHOST

STR-WRP.HYM

ODYS-INIT.SGN

I’m Commander Glitchrot. I make music for spaceheads.
No AI. No templates. Contact email is commanderglitchrot@gmail.com

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