Not every silence is peaceful. Some are earned.

Echoes After Midnight is my debut — a seven-track descent into vulnerability, rage, clarity, and detachment.
It begins with a whisper and ends with a dial tone. Along the way, masks crack, voices shake, and love turns from silk to smoke.

This isn’t a love story.
It’s a recollection of everything left unsaid —
the messages you never send,
the hurt you wear like jewelry,
and the echo of a voice you don’t miss anymore… but still hear at night.

Every track is a confession.
Every lyric is a blade.
Every silence… is my answer.

Echoes After Midnight

Kael Vanté’s debut single, “Cold Nights & Empty Glasses,” is a slow-burning confession wrapped in velvet shadows and late-night silence.

With haunting synths, whispered vocals, and lyrics soaked in regret, Kael paints a world of city lights, empty rooms, and love lost to temptation. It’s the sound of staring at the ceiling at 2AM, wondering if they ever felt the same.

Behind the gold mask and beneath the polished surface is a voice that bleeds quietly — not for attention, but for closure.

This is heartbreak dressed in silk. This is the silence after the last text.
This is Kael Vanté.

Cold Nights & Empty Glasses

The silence always speaks first.

“Midnight Opening” is the breath before the collapse — an ambient confession from a voice you almost forgot you missed. Raindrops on glass, unread messages, and one masked heart asking the quiet question:
"You still up?"

This track isn’t a song — it’s a voicemail never sent.
The beginning of everything Kael didn’t say… until now.

Midnight Opening (Intro)

Some lies don’t scream — they whisper sweetly.

“Velvet Lies” is Kael's moment of clarity — the unraveling of love wrapped too perfectly.
It’s soft to the touch, but sharp underneath.
Every word she said was silk... until he realized it was stitched from fiction.

This isn’t heartbreak.
It’s the moment you stop blaming yourself for being fooled — and start remembering the fabric was always too smooth.

Velvet Lies

When love turns violent in silence.

“Silk & Static” is where Kael Vanté stops holding back.
It’s fury wrapped in elegance — the moment softness shreds.
She spoke in whispers, he answered in voltage.

This isn’t a love song.
It’s a breakdown with rhythm.
A final scream before the silence to come.

Silk & Static

This isn’t revenge. It’s restoration.

“Gold Teeth / Cold Truth” is Kael's power reclaimed.
No more bleeding for love. No more softness for liars.
He’s still cracked — but now those fractures shine.

The pain didn’t destroy him.
It crowned him.

This is the sound of someone stepping out of the fire... in gold.

Gold Teeth / Cold Truth

You can’t save someone who worships your silence.

“Saint of Nothing” is Kael’s emotional low — a cold prayer to something that never answered.
There’s no scream left, no plea. Just a quiet admission that love made him feel holy, and then left him hollow.

This isn’t forgiveness.
It’s the sound of someone walking out of their own church —
mask in hand, faith in ruins.

Saint of Nothing

The phone still rings. But he’s not picking up.

“No Caller ID” is Kael's final echo — smooth, distant, untouchable.
There’s no heartbreak left, no closure needed. Just a blocked number and a clean conscience.

She calls.
He lets it ring.
This isn’t love anymore. It’s freedom.

The story ends with silence.
And Kael? He finally answers to no one.

No Caller ID

When the world went quiet, Kael didn’t disappear — he listened.
Dead Air is the anthem for the ones who speak through silence, built not from heartbreak but from grit, grind, and ghosted frequencies.

This isn't a love song. It's a declaration.
No more waiting for the right moment — Kael Vanté is the moment.

Laced with static, conviction, and cinematic edge, “Dead Air” breaks the signal.
Because when Kael speaks… the silence dies.

Dead Air

This isn’t a song — it’s a collapse dressed in melody.
Monologue is Kael Vanté’s most vulnerable performance to date: a cinematic pop breakdown stitched with Latin soul, trembling falsettos, and whispered confessions.

Written in both English and Spanish, the track blurs the line between performance and truth, letting Kael spiral in real time — from staged smiles to raw, voice-cracking honesty.
No chorus can contain it. No spotlight can save it. This is the sound of being seen too late.

No encore. Just echoes.
Kael Vanté.

Monologue

Kael Vanté doesn’t just make music — he performs confession.
Blending soaring falsettos, Latin roots, cinematic pop, and raw vulnerability, Kael carves a lane where pain becomes performance and identity becomes anthem.

Puerto Rican blood. Velvet fire. One voice, many versions.
From whispered Spanish prayers to genre-bending breakdowns, Kael’s artistry is equal parts stagecraft and soul.

 “VANTÉ” isn’t an introduction — it’s a declaration.
No mask. No mold. Just Kael.



VANTÉ

Velvet Guillotine cuts like silk-wrapped steel. Opening with regal strings that twist into warped synths, the track bleeds decadence and destruction. Kael’s voice teeters on the edge—sometimes operatic, sometimes manic—ripping through orchestral swells and serrated beats. Lyrically, it’s a poetic execution: fame, ego, and self-image are paraded to the scaffold, as Kael spits venom laced with elegance. Trap snares clash with harpsichords, and Latin phrases crack through like final verdicts. In the final moments, an angelic choir collapses into distorted screams—Kael’s voice shattered, reborn, and unfiltered. This isn’t just a song. It’s a downfall in slow motion. A crown rolling off the chopping block. A velvet-draped reckoning.


Velvet Guillotine

Shimmering reggaetón drums roll beneath sultry guitar plucks and warm synth waves, as Kael Vanté drops his most seductive performance yet. “Tócame Lento” is pure heat: a bilingual slow-burn that blends Latin swagger, pop precision, and rhythmic chemistry into a dancefloor-ready anthem. Whispered asides, falsetto runs, and flirtatious verses flirt with danger, while the hook pulses like a heartbeat in the dark.

Kael’s raw, unfiltered vocals carry the weight of desire — no effects, no filters, just presence. Adding to the fire, Em delivers sultry, mesmerizing vocals that elevate the tension and ignite the back-and-forth chemistry. This isn’t just a song. It’s an invitation. One touch. No turning back.

Tócame Lento ft. EmLuvsYouuuu

"Static Lips / Kill Switch" is a volatile fusion of dark pop, glitch trap, and cyberpunk noir — a haunting, seductive descent into digital obsession and emotional sabotage. Kael Vanté whispers and snaps over static-drenched synths, broken basslines, and glitching drum hits, blurring the line between intimacy and implosion.

The track crackles like a bad transmission, pulsing with red light and danger — a warning and a promise. One moment, it seduces you with velvet softness; the next, it hits the kill switch.

This is the sound of temptation coded in corruption.

STATIC LIPS / KILL SWITCH

I make music for the moments you don’t talk about — the ones that hit hardest when the city’s asleep and you’re alone with what you feel. My name’s Kael Vanté, and everything I create comes from that space between midnight and morning — where love slips into memory, and silence says more than words ever could.

I’ve always been drawn to the darker edges of emotion — not just heartbreak, but the beauty buried inside it. My songs blend moody R&B, ambient synths, and honest lyrics into something cinematic and raw. If it feels like something you’d play with a glass in your hand and a past on your mind, then I’ve done it right.

My debut single, “Cold Nights & Empty Glasses,” is exactly that: a confession dressed in velvet. It’s about loss, temptation, and the parts of ourselves we only show in the dark.

I’m not here to chase trends. I’m here to tell stories — the ones that linger.
This is for the ones who feel too much and say too little.

Kael Vanté

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