Grafenberg’s debut full-length No Saints, No Proof is a hallucinatory collision of Anatolian psychedelia, dark electronic ritual, and surf-noir energy.
Ten tracks unravel like a midnight drive through shifting mirages: fuzz-saturated strings, trembling synths, hypnotic motorik drums, and a deep female voice bending between whispers and fire.

It is an album about memory and resistance — how glitches, ghosts, and fractured signals can become sacred. Ritual mantras (“Order Eats the Sun”, “Loom of Wires”) sit alongside spectral ballads (“Tape Ghost Mirage”, “VHS Desert Prayer”) and driving nocturnal anthems (“Motor Moon Communion”).

The sound is tactile, imperfect, and alive: warm compression, tape-delay halos, lo-fi grain.
For listeners of Gaye Su Akyol, Altın Gün, Tame Impala, and anyone seeking a darker, cinematic edge to psychedelic electronic music.

VHS Desert Prayer

Seraph on the Faultline

Pomegranate Static

Tape Ghost Mirage

Loom of Wires

Order Eats the Sun

Black Salt

Motor Moon Communion

Chrome Kilim (Night Spray)

Nazar Engine

Drop & Jump

Welcome to my sonic universe, a space where my emotions come to life through beats and melodies. Every track I create is a fragment of my soul, a digital fingerprint of my most intense experiences.

My music is born from the fusion of my shifting moods and personal experiences. From the chaos of sleepless nights to the euphoria of moments of freedom, every sound tells an authentic story.

In this world where the virtual and the real collide, my music becomes the bridge between who I am and who I dream of being.

Let yourself be carried away by these electronic vibrations, these basslines that shake the soul, and these melodies that transcend the boundaries between the physical and the digital.

Drop & Jump

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