This album was made with modern tools, modern speed, and zero interest in pretending otherwise.

It is a collection of stories, beats, and broadcasts built from curiosity, late nights, and the refusal to sand down edges for comfort. Some tracks feel like adventure. Some feel like flexing. Some are just me saying things out loud that people tend to avoid, ignore, or politely disagree with.

You will hear humor. You will hear chaos. You will hear affection for old media, strange history, and ideas that refuse to stay buried. You will also hear facts and perspectives that are not designed to be soothing. That is intentional.

This is not a product engineered to chase a lane.
It is a signal sent because it needed to be sent.

Listen loud. Skip around. Argue with it. Enjoy it anyway.
The point is not agreement.
The point is movement.

Nitetime.net 2026

Esperonto Groove

This album is designed to feel like turning on a strange television late at night and flipping through channels that exist inside the artist’s head. Instead of being a normal collection of songs, it plays like a full broadcast. Some tracks are actual music. Some are fake commercials. Some are short skits. Some are strange radio transmissions. Some are just atmosphere or static. Together, they create the feeling of watching a surreal late-night TV network.

The tone mixes humor, darkness, and calm. It feels like the world is ending, but the characters inside the album are strangely relaxed about it. There is chaos, noise, and big energy, but also quiet, weird, and thoughtful moments. It is not meant to be clean or polished. It is meant to feel real, strange, and memorable.

One main song acts like the feature presentation or the “movie” of the album. Everything else exists to build up to that moment and make it feel more important. The surrounding tracks create context, tension, and atmosphere so that when the main song hits, it feels earned and cinematic.

The album moves like someone is changing channels. One moment you might hear an emergency broadcast with sirens and static. The next moment might be a heavy, high-energy track. Then a fake commercial. Then an alien radio transmission. Then a strange character skit, like two toads calmly watching the apocalypse. Then a quiet late-night thought. The listener never knows what is coming next, but it always feels connected.

The goal is to make the listener feel like they are inside a strange late-night broadcast from another dimension. It should feel funny, unsettling, relaxed, and intense at the same time. Some people will not understand it, but the people who do will remember it.

This is not just an album. It is a full experience. It is a transmission. It is a Nitetime signal.

Static Reverie

A chilling sonic descent into Earth's final hours as alien forces dismantle civilization with cold efficiency. Through glitchy radio transmissions, pounding drumstep, and eerie calm, the album chronicles humanity's panic juxtaposed with the eerie indifference of raccoons—the last witnesses. From creeping unease to explosive annihilation, the soundscape mirrors the apocalypse in relentless waves, leaving only static and echoes.

Transmissions from the Hollow Earth

A sonic descent into the final broadcast of a collapsing world, 'Transmission Terminus' merges industrial terror and drumstep fury with dark ambient dread. Sarcastic AI voices narrate humanity's demise amid crushing bass, glitched machinery, and alien invasions. Every track is a system failure—a brutal, claustrophobic dance with annihilation.

Transmission Terminus

Mothership  1

Nitetime.net Is Back is a full-throated return march. No irony. No apology. This is a triumphant, curtain-rising anthem built for bright lights and open skies. The kind of song that sounds like a spotlight snapping on after a long blackout.

It carries the energy of a grand reopening, part revival tent, part late-night broadcast tower humming back to life. Brass and lift, forward motion and belief. The music doesn’t creep in. It arrives. Loud, confident, and unashamedly big.

This track is about momentum reclaimed. About a signal that never truly went silent, only waiting for the right moment to roar again. Nitetime.net isn’t rebooted, rebranded, or reinvented. It’s back on the air, exactly as intended.

The night show must go on.

Nitetime.net is Back

A midnight party breaks out in the Nitetime garage and the raccoons have taken over the controls.

They are not wrecking the place. They are digging. Crates of dusty film reels. Old drive-in prints. Late-night broadcast leftovers. Every raccoon is on a mission, flipping cans, unspooling reels, arguing over which movie goes on next.

The beats hit like a basement party that got out of hand in the best way. Loud, playful, and messy on purpose. Heavy bass, bounce, and swagger, but all in fun. No violence. No threats. Just mischievous energy and pure chaos joy.

Raccoon Rampage at Nitetime

Under a wide rural night sky, three raccoons gather around a small fire, surrounded by film reels and forgotten broadcast relics. Their glowing eyes suggest purpose. Ritual. Control. One holds a vial like an offering. Another grips the machinery of old media as if it were sacred.

They believe they are summoning something.

In the distance, a vintage car crests the hill, its passengers framed like a prophecy arriving on cue. Above them all, a UFO hovers quietly, casting a soft beam of light. It does not command. It observes.

Thin puppet strings descend from the sky, barely visible at first. They do not attach to the figures being summoned. They attach to the raccoons themselves.

The truth settles in slowly.
The raccoons are not puppet masters.
They are workers. Operators. Hands on someone else’s machine.

This image captures the heart of a slow country ballad about illusion and labor, about mistaking effort for authority, and believing you’re calling the shots when you’re really answering a call written long before you arrived.

Melancholy, mythic, and quietly ironic.

The Raccoon Summoning

A lone filmmaker stands at the center of chaos, driving a low-budget dream forward through sheer will. Monsters, actors, cameras, and flying saucers collide under hot lights and a full moon, but nothing slows the momentum. This is Hollywood at its scrappiest and most sincere. No irony. No retreat. Just relentless motion from someone who refused to stop creating, no matter the odds.

This song captures the spirit of a man who worked harder than the system allowed, fueled by belief instead of permission.

Ed Wood - The Hardest Working Man in Hollywood

WEIRDO PACK (Hollywood Baby)

All Roads

lip into the shadows and move unseen. This track pulses like your heartbeat while you sneak through quiet streets, every bass drop echoing the click of your boots and every synth swell the thrill of being caught—or never being seen at all. Imagine casing the city, eyes sharp, nerves electric, as you glide through alleys and rooftops, the rhythm guiding every careful step. Tension builds, energy spikes, and your every move is mirrored by the relentless drive of the beat—EDM for the clandestine operator in all of us.

Mothership 2

A 50s retro-futuristic track, fast tempo, chaotic and high-energy. Imagine a gigantic silver UFO hovering over a terrified small town at night, flashing searchlights and sending citizens into panic.

Mothership 3

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Nitetime_Invaders

Nitetime_Invaders: Eclipse Version

Esperanto Groove

Esperanto (Still Moving & Learning Mix)

Esperanto (Move & Learn Mix)

Nitetime Fever

Ed Wood, Oh Naughty Ed Wood

Nitetime hums inside my bones

N I T E T I M E DOT NET

Song 2 - Midnight Rebirth

Commercial Break_ Ashes to Applause

Midnight Infomercial for the End Times

Dial Tone Serenade for the Disconnected

Emergency Broadcast from Nowhere

Channel Surfing the Void

Static Lullaby for the Insomniac Void

Late-Night Séance with the Static Spirits

Tuning Into the Afterglow

Neon Hymn for the Hollow Dawn

Scavengers in the Static

Rust in the Signal

Echoes in the Junkyard

Inventory of the Doomed

Broadcast from the Scavenger Fleet

Hive Fracture

Neon Obituary

Circuit Sermon

Error Cathedral

Terminal Broadcast

Blackout Gospel

Final Transmission

Wasteland Communion

Static Covenant

Rust Prophet

Pulled from an original 8Track duplication.

A Tape for my Friends

The Auctioneer Song

Live from the corners of imagination: music that swings from vintage vaudeville to futuristic oddities. Built to make you smile, shiver, and maybe tap your toes.

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