Black Specter

MONOSYLLABIC MANZITTI
Music by Overdrive

Check out the IG promo video:
https://www.instagram.com/p/C1bBwXxxpKd/

This is certainly my most labor-intensive composition to date and it required an insane amount of work for months on end. At the time, it wasn't uncommon for me to spend the whole night to create just 5 seconds of music. The Ableton Live screen for this song shows an equally peculiar view -- large amounts of micro-samples lined up one after the other, corresponding to individual notes that had their durations and pitches meticulously altered. 

In fact, samples of real instruments were previously chopped up almost note by note and some of these pieces were picked out and lined up on another Ableton audio track. In this way, the brass sections were created very slowly and in a totally experimental manner.

The title is a naughty joke about an unusual situation I went through. While I was working on the track, I sent a message to a musician I admire, highly praising his work and style, and also asking if he would like to take part in a collab. The answer came back with just one word: “no”. Well, I couldn't help but make fun of the whole situation and the title of the song came naturally... lol 🤣

The main influence for this experimental song is the work of Hoyt Curtin and his best-known score, the opening and closing themes of the 1960s cartoon Jonny Quest, aired by Hanna-Barbera Studios (my all-time favorite cartoon).

The promo video is an edited version of the short film "Jazz'in" (2011), an extraordinary work by Gobelins L'Ecole de L'Image & Citia. Check out the original video on the Gobelins Paris YT channel:

https://youtu.be/PAzmB0C7_JA

Hope you enjoy the song.

Monosyllabic Manzitti

What is Life

Nociception

I Wanna Try a Fade

I Wanna Try A Fade

Debut EP for an upcoming album. Each song explores a different side of alternative rock, blending synth-driven soundscapes, cinematic strings, and guitar solos. All tracks were written, produced, mixed, and mastered by me in my room.

Wild Choir Girl

We all come to forks in the road
Which way is best? Where do I go?
I'm not my own, there's one greater than I 

Let 
Me 
Stop
Here 

At the fork...
Do you want human touch?
Human bliss?
Human dust?
Do you want human touch?
Human bliss?
Human dust? 

There's a longing deep within me
Feel like I don't belong anywhere
I have a longing for human touch
Won't you take me somewhere greater than I?
I'm not my own I was bought at a price 

At the fork in the road...
Do you want eternal life
Unhuman strife 
And what is right?
Do you want eternal life
Unhuman strife
And what is right? 

We all come to forks in the road
Which is best and which will complete you? 

Two paths stretch out before you
One promises to satisfy 
And the other, in due time
He will provide in due time
And the other will destroy you...
In due time 

At the fork in the road...
At the fork in the road 

Do you want human touch?
Human bliss?
Human dust?
Do you want human touch? 
Human bliss?
Human dust?
Do you want eternal life
Unhuman strife 
And what is right?

Juxta

Sort of an odd current events vocal around some conversations on Twitter/X

knowyourmeme says of the Breakfast Question or Breakfast Test:

"The Breakfast Question or How Would You Have Felt If You Hadn't Eaten Breakfast? is a bait question and a counterfactual conditional that references a 4chan story of a grad student who allegedly performed IQ research on convicts at San Quentin State Prison. During the research, individuals with low IQ struggled to simulate the hypothetical situation in their minds, instead answering that they did have breakfast. Online, the question has been used in internet arguments as a conspicuous way to indicate that one's opponent is unintelligent, while the posts have often been referenced in memes."

lyrics:

If you overuse an em-dash
Does it make you an elocutionary punctuationist

The goodly man didn't set out to besmirch 
The devices of deep research
But while he was searching for a solution
He walked a subtly distorted hall of mirrors
Wading through epistemic pollution

They warned him in the olden times
Before you get to rolling in the hay
The more helpless the animal she identifies with is, 
The more evil she is by the way

Long after the mome raths outgribe
The fellow emerged from his gooncave
And happened upon the fate's scribe
He wavered like a legless tree
Propped up by her inosculation
Long after the stars did prevaricate
A man from his lair did elevate  

To the dehibernating engineer with the big brain
The fortune teller said while popping the kettle
I don't mean to cause you undue distress
Or general feelings of dread
Unfortunately when the dust settles
You will be arcane
But you will be powerless  

There hasn't lately been effusive gore
Because we're still in the phony war  

She was one of those chicks
Who said I lied I don't have Netflix
She said she was at the end of her rope
Battling appointments from a communist pope
And when she really had me at her mercy
She opened the car door and said
Get in loser we're going to restart the investiture controversy  

Squinting her eyes at the horizon as if trying to see
She capered like a bird before an earthquake
Waiting for the first sounds of the iron catastrophe  

As she drove her paramour in the back seat
Was slumming and chewing the cud and furrowing his brow
He went on to relate
There's an awful lot of endogenous FUD right now
I don't know much about the occult astronomy
But the distribution is shifting
It's the kurtosis economy
Not to get excessively knobbly
I just mean potential for an escalation in instability
In a system that seems like it's already wobbly  

Hey babe i don't mean to be a grimsy
But how much cyproheptadine do I need to take
To completely eliminate my boyish whimsy  

And like hobbits, in the shadow's gloom
Yearning for another bite to consume
We seek the steadiness that's now entombed
In an epoch where darkness might assume  

To gauge the dawn with morning's bite
Throwing shade on our sanctuaries
Beneath the reign of he who was once king
A toss of fate, a sign to bring
A whisper of a bygone era's ring
Where woke destiny's whims do cling

Yet the economy, with its cryptic wile
Plays its game, a trickster's style
Not bound by ancient laws, but by vibe's guile
In a dance of mystery, it does beguile 

We stand, we watch, in this modern murk
For the roll of dice, the next big lurk
And query, with wisdom old and bold
If a second breakfast might the truth unroll
A sudden clarity, a meal's theophany
A veritable crepuscular epiphany

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Guitar, Bass, Keys, lyrics and Vocals by Robert Grigg. Drums by Yamaha Keyboard.

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