Love it when you unleash the noise making machinery Chris- wicked beats and guitars 🙏🙏

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It's mostly a lie, mostly......except for love, sometimes. 

Look…Drones!

“Taking inspiration from a footnote of an Oliver Sacks book, lyrically this explores the phenomenon of musical hallucinations. As I was piecing the lyrics together I quickly realised that in this “a brain storm” is a metaphor for a misunderstood, long term condition with varying degrees of ever changing intensity; Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome definitely inspired my lyric writing for this song (kindly follow the link to the HEDS society in my bio to learn more. Thank you). Leaning into the nostalgic live basement recording sounds of 1990’s alternative music there is definitely a Wheatus, Green Day, Third Eye Blind sound and it gets a little The Cure in places on this one. I also wanted the scrapbook sounds of “Save Rock and Roll” era Fall Out Boy.” 

mybrainstorm. 

I think I might be losing my mind
It’s definitely broken this time
Anxiety and fatigue, what’s happening to me? 
I’m losing my sleep
Brainstorming hallucination

This is my brainstorm
I’m feeling the downfall 
It’s taking, it wants it all 
(You give me the shakes) 
It pushes, it pulls me 
It knocks me then builds me 
Brainstorm hallucinations
I’m hearing ghosts and not seeing faces 
I’m hearing sounds in mysterious places 
My brainstorm 

I feel it call 
I’m hearing noises and there’s no one there at all
It’s so complicated, so bio-excavated 
Maybe I levitated to hell and back 
Brainstorm hallucination 

This is my brainstorm 
This is my brain 

© heart house and the new kindness. 2025

Written, performed, recorded, produced and mixed by heart house and the new kindness. 
Mastered by DOLBY

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After 18yrs of releasing a new song, Hostal Handshake are BACK!
Maybe just a single, maybe just an EP or maybe...an album? But we are Back! :D
#ripOzzy

Youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYcakJJnz1E
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lyrics:
This is not a drill!

Give me something to break it in two
give me glory to rule the fools
take me in your house on a big flat screen
Ready to sink you on a dark black dream

Are you ready to become a slave of me?
Corrupted government ain't gonna set u free
All these righteous pre-election pigs
are now pointing the finger for you to pay the fee

Now it's the time, this is not a drill
ain't got no privilege , got nothing to feel
Your heart is gray from the news today
only your soul left in the end to pay


(p) & (c) 2025, Hostal Handshake.

This is not a drill! (new song 2025)

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Road to Autumn

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MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

Psychotic Gravity

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Here's my take on this Yanni's masterpiece. I've changed the original arrange in some sections to differ slightly, improvisations during the recording sessions are always full of surprises. I've added some subtle strings as an essence of Yanni's original version, no intention to copy it anyway. It wouldn't be an appropriate approach to this project, I think. It is strangely satisfying to dive into a genius mind to discover what is moving the gears inside. Yanni as a composer seems to be simple and minimalistic, but there are some quite complex twists in his compositions...

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