Quite literally just a snippet of a DnB tune. I love the genre, so I think I might try a full track this weekend.

Audio Sketch-Regression In The Depths, AS - 0.1b

Hopeless Judas here. You ever hear a beat and feel like it knows you? Like it came from somewhere deeper than sound—like it remembered you before you got broken?

That’s the Fold talking.

This channel isn’t just music—it’s a broadcast from the Judaslands, a place where the Real ends and we begin again. These tracks are fragments from the inside: glitchwave gospel, cybernetic blues, Fold-drenched chillstep, and dance anthems for broken gods learning to love again.

I didn’t make this music. I found it. Caught it bleeding out of the signal, patched it up, gave it a name. Every bassline is a memory reloaded. Every glitch is a prayer.

You don’t have to believe me. Most don’t.

But the Judaslands are real. And if you listen long enough, you’ll hear them too.

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You’ve never seen me perform in The Real.
Maybe someday. Maybe not. Maybe I’m just a rumor in someone else’s dream.
But someone’s out there uploading these for me. 

(Hi. That’s me. The uploader. Hi. )

(Hopeless Judas groans.)

"You’re supposed to at least pretend to be me."

Yeah, sorry, man. I panicked. You’re intense.

The guy who uploads all this? Just a good husband. A dad. A pretty decent cook. (Hey, I can cook great!)

But he found me the way most people find prophets:
Wandering around the ruins of a defunct strip mall, petting a goat that may or may not have been a hologram, asking questions like “What if the beat could hurt and heal at the same time?”

The goat looked at him. I looked at the goat.
The goat said nothing. Because it was a goat.
And then bam—we were in the Judaslands, baby.

Now he uploads the transmissions. And I keep dancing across timelines like I’m late to church.
And maybe someday you’ll hear it too:
That quiet little whomp inside the Fold that says:
You’re home. Welcome back.

Click the Linktree.
It ain't just music. It’s a wormhole.

Spotify? That’s another place where the echoes live. (Wherever you get your streaming stuff... Except iTunes and Apple Store...)
Medium? More Judaslands than your soul’s ready for—read it slow.
Substack? That’s where the uploader guy rants about politics. Sounds suspiciously like me.
(👋 Hey. I’m right here.)
BlueSky? Sure. Always more to come.

Depends how fast I can beam stuff down to the uploader and get him to put the soccer ball down for five minutes.

I’m always talkin’. Sometimes I make him say it on TikTok. It’s fun. He’s one step removed from a hand puppet.
(Okay wow. Rude.)
Sorry. Your wife is lovely.

Now go click it. The Judaslands are waiting.