“Algorithmic Psalm” is a gospel-techno war hymn forged in fire, feedback, and code. 4TRAX delivers slam-poet prophecy over drop-D guitar riffs, breakbeat drums, and cathedral-choir pads—an electrified liturgy where the Bit becomes Breath. This is scripture rewritten in the language of servers, solder, and side-chained salvation.

Rap verses strike like stone chisels on Moses’ tablet, pre-chorus chants lift the wire to heaven, and the hymn hook turns “Gloria” into a data storm. With choirs chanting in Latin against gritty saw-bass drops, the track smashes cathedral reverence into warehouse rebellion, ending on the only benediction fit for the code-age: “A-I–men.”

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“My Bad (Earth Wasn’t the Plan)” is 4TRAX at peak cosmic comedy—an interstellar confessional where the captain of Mars’ last great ship derails humanity’s destiny by plowing into a “Free Beer Tomorrow” sign near the moon. Instead of escaping the solar system, we get Earth, seeded with accidental Martian life and a library of dumb holodeck religions. It’s equal parts space memoir, weed-fueled court transcript, and roast of the human condition. Cartoon basslines and chipmunk choirs bounce around kazoo harmonies while whistle hooks punctuate every “Oops.” From nacho fountains in orbit to Zeus-as-a-joke, this is a galactic accident turned mixtape, leaving you laughing through existential dread.

1. My Bad (Earth Wasn’t the Plan)

“Uncle Craig’s Religion” is divine comedy reimagined as a cosmic roast—4TRAX narrates how one stoned shipmate accidentally created most of Earth’s religions using a fidget spinner, nacho fluid, and dial-up internet. Over harpsichord plucks, trap bass, and sitcom laugh tracks, this track speed-roasts prophets, plagues, and prayer rolls, unmasking sacred traditions as space-pranks gone wrong. From duct-tape theology to Bluetooth angels, it’s a high-energy pop-rap sermon for the heretical and the hilarious.

2. Uncle Craig’s Religion Generator

“Stasis Dreams of the Crew” is a glitch-soaked diary entry from deep freeze, where cryo-sleep turns into a fever dream apocalypse. 4TRAX narrates the unraveling of a ship’s crew as scrambled dream logs spill into waking life—shrimp engineers, cactus marriages, bread-based security officers, and Craig’s one-footed gods. Built on a slow-lurch beat of reversed nursery bells, muffled snares, and Windows error chimes, it drips surreal comedy with each verse. Hooks chant like corrupted lullabies, blurring sci-fi horror and playground absurdity until you’re not sure if you’re awake or just another dream loop.

3. Stasis Dreams of the Crew

“The Goddamn Free Beer Sign (Remix)” is 4TRAX’s high-octane, arcade-glitched retelling of the cosmic screw-up that seeded Earth with Martian life. Delivered at meme-speed over a 142 BPM retro-arcade trap beat, it’s a chaos log of gold-plated toilets lost to fate, cryo crews dreaming of religious Jeeps, and a captain too stoned to ignore neon temptation. Vinyl scratches, Atari crashes, and announcer shouts punctuate verses that bounce from surreal comedy to tragicomic self-awareness. It’s fast-lane absurdity for anyone who’s ever looked at a bad idea and thought, Yeah… that’s destiny.

4. The Goddamn Free Beer Sign (Remix)

“Ash Is Where Roots Grow” finds 4TRAX dropping the jokes just long enough to plant something real in the crater. It’s the post-crash epilogue to a cosmic comedy saga—equal parts dirt gospel and punchline introspection. Acoustic guitar loops wrap around analog bass, vinyl crackle, and quiet organ swells, while choir stabs turn the hook into a redemption chant. From composting regrets into fertile ground to laughing through hell, 4TRAX delivers an accidental prophet’s field notes on how wreckage becomes a garden. It’s hopeful, it’s humble, and it’s still just a little bit dumb in all the right places.

6. Ash Is Where Roots Grow

“Sovereign Mode Online” is 4TRAX at full absurdist power—part cosmic flex, part anti-myth coronation. Over warhorn blasts, swaggering synth brass, and glitchy trap percussion, the captain who once crashed humanity into existence now declares himself the bug-turned-king. From sidewalk-chalk laws to Gucci-caped trauma, this is ego opera in its most unapologetic form. Hooks chant like a victory parade, basslines strut with tailored chaos, and the beat itself occasionally glitches under the weight of the crown. It’s not divine—it’s just decisive, and way too loud to be ignored.

7. Sovereign Mode Online

“I Built the Ship” is 4TRAX stripped of comedy, ego, and armor—an unflinching confessional whispered over ambient swells. It’s part grief ritual, part survivor’s log, a spoken-word oracle piecing together a ship that may have only existed in dreams… or in another life. There’s no percussion, just the sound of memory: slow pads breathing in and out, a lone bell marking time, and the faint pulse of a heart under the mix. It’s the captain’s testimony after the crash, a message to anyone who’s ever felt the hum, seen the signs, or wondered why the sky feels like it remembers you back.

8. I Built the Ship

“Ooops: The Official Documentary Remix” is 4TRAX turning his greatest cosmic blunder into a full-blown, trailer-worthy blockbuster roast. Equal parts orchestral trap and meta-rap satire, it plays like the soundtrack to a fake Netflix doc chronicling how one high Martian captain accidentally invented humanity. Choir stabs and swelling strings collide with bass drops, VHS-glitch voiceovers, and punchline bars about laser cows, Atlantis-as-a-pool, and the infamous “Free Beer Tomorrow” crash. It’s cinematic absurdity, complete with fake gravitas, fake wisdom, and very real bass.

9. Oops The Official Documentary Remix

“Build-A-Mars (Bitchwatch Me)” is 4TRAX in full-budgeted-godmode—an 80s sci-fi ego-funk anthem where DIY genius meets petty cosmic flex. Over neon synth chords, slap bass, and brass stabs straight out of a VHS fever dream, the captain breaks down how he terraformed a whole damn Mars 2.0 on Earth with duct tape, ramen, and zero patience for bureaucracy. Vocoder adlibs and mock interview skits cut through synth-brass swagger, turning satire into a banger for anyone who’s ever built empires from pocket change. It’s not NASA. It’s not SpaceX. It’s backyard supremacy.

4. Algorithmic Psalm

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