DARK BREAKCORE

Kiss By The Sea

run home

Fingertips feat. DJ Kuroneko

Breaking Point

GORE-TEX COVERS MY SOUL[myouçeej Remix]

Sewerslvt Discography -
https://on.soundcloud.com/vsbPt

Sewerslvt is now Cynthoni
https://soundcloud.com/cynthoni

https://soundcloud.com/cynthoni-music

Sewerslvt & Cynthoni Bandcamp/Patreon Archive
https://youtube.com/@SewerslvtAndCynthoniArchive

Sewerslvt Rare Music Archive
SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/swrslt-rare-music-archive

Sewerslvt SoundCloud Archive:
https://soundcloud.com/sewerslvt-unofficial-1

https://soundcloud.com/sewerslvt-unofficial-2

https://soundcloud.com/sewerslvt-unofficial-3

Cynthoni SoundCloud Reupload :
https://soundcloud.com/cynthoni-unofficial

https://soundcloud.com/cynthoni-unofficial-2

Sewerslvt - Never Existed

Eyeliner

buy: https://softboy7.bandcamp.com/album/welcome-to-the-void 
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/66BS62QVreYnxcY74gTFMB 

Softboy7:
https://www.youtube.com/@softboy7
https://open.spotify.com/artist/4zN7lYI0s3KQEorKpjUw4S
https://softboy7.bandcamp.com/
https://twitter.com/softboy7music
https://www.instagram.com/softboy7music/

Softboy7 Discord: https://discord.gg/f9EwFAqAup

welcome to the void

bittersweet revenge 1%

No Time ft. Mikura

burn this moment into the retina of my eye

run to her

listen elsewhere:
https://link.wetherr.art/mleotw
follow me:
https://wetherr.art

'MY LITTLE END OF THE WORLD' is a concept album that delves into an alternate reality, a dystopian universe where the very essence of art has been lost to time. In this world, art no longer carries meaning; it has become a hollow shell, a disenchanted fusion of once-beautiful things. The colors are faded, the melodies muted, and the words have lost their depth. What was once alive with creativity, sincerity, and emotion is now but a hollow echo of itself.

The story unfolds from the perspective of an artist—an individual caught within this crumbling reality—who looks back on a time when art was alive, when it resonated with the soul and could transcend the mundane. The artist is trapped in a world where creation has turned to mere imitation, where the purity of inspiration has been smothered by a mechanical, lifeless approach to creation. The artist’s memories are all they have left—visions of times spent with the Fallen Angels, beings who once personified the core values of creativity, sincerity, and emotion.

The Fallen Angels are no longer with them. They have disappeared, lost in the bleakness of this world that has forgotten how to feel. The artist’s journey is a search for them, a longing to reconnect with the emotions, the authenticity, and the deep well of creativity that once shaped their art. As they navigate this world of artistic decay, the artist reflects on the profound relationship they once shared with these ethereal beings—the angels that sparked their muse and allowed them to express what was previously inexpressible.

is anyone there?

awake

listen elsewhere:
https://link.wetherr.art/one

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I REGRET

HARD T ist kein Album, es ist eine Maschine.
Eine durchgehende Schranz-Eisenbahn, die ohne Vorwarnung anfährt und erst stoppt, wenn alles verbogen ist. Stahl auf Stahl, Schienen unter Dauerstress, Bremsen, die schreien statt zu greifen. Jeder Track wirkt wie ein weiteres Segment derselben Lokomotive: andere Vibration, gleiche Gewalt.

Der Sound ist roh, kompromisslos und mechanisch. Dominante Kicks schlagen wie Presslufthämmer auf Beton, klassische Schranz-HiHats peitschen im Dauerfeuer, verzerrte Industrial-Texturen reiben sich an Signalgeräuschen, Funkstörungen und metallischen Resonanzen. Keine Romantik, kein Aufbau zum Wohlfühlen – Bewegung entsteht sofort, Druck bleibt konstant.

Thematisch dreht sich alles um Kontrolle, Masse und Vortrieb: verlorene Signale, überhitzte Achsen, verriegelte Systeme, Eisen, das sich durchsetzt. Die Tracks fühlen sich an wie ein nächtlicher Güterzug, der durch Industriegebiete rast – laut, schwer, unaufhaltsam.

HARD T richtet sich nicht an den Kopf, sondern an den Körper.
Für dunkle Floors, verschwitzte Keller, Stroboskoplicht auf rostigem Stahl.
Ein Album für alle, die Schranz nicht hören, sondern aushalten wollen.

burn this moment into the retina of my eye

goreshit

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