i enjoyed this but i think imo the vocals couldve been a bit louder💯👍👍💥💥💥

Not a great drum sound, the guitars have too much gain and the bass is a bit boomy. It's a pity because it's a cool track

Nice heavy track.  Slow dirgy guitar sound and great pounding bass line and drums!

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IN DIE KRAAL

produced by michael harrison
co-produced by whosjames
mixed, engineered, written, recorded, & performed by whosjames

home intruder

affetto d'aerofagismo

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Overcoming unexpected challenges, evolving from mistakes, crazy worldly affairs. 

Written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments and vocals: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Higher Than Imagined

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
“Feed the Beast”

🔗 Stream on all platforms: https://tcomas.com/feedthebeast

Music and Lyrics by:
Daphne Ang
Andrea Papi

Performed by:
The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

Recorded and Produced by TCOMAS Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Ergosphere Studios

© 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
℗ 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

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Feed the Beast

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Artist Name
Polvojack
Record Label
Polvojack
UPC
198595086735
Release Date
Jun. 20, 2024
Primary Genre
Rock
Secondary Genre
Electronic
Primary Subgenre
Hard Rock
Secondary Subgenre
Electro
Mood/Style
Mood: Dreamy
Album Language
French
Artist Location
CANADA - Québec

Dans une vallée aux 9 soleils, naquit l’éternité. Elle bâtit un passé oublié dans les cendres de minuit. Les feuilles tombèrent jusqu'à l’hiver de ces pétales gelés. Mon purgatoire n'était pas la gloire d'une victoire qu'elle voulait avoir. Ces moments où le temps passe et fige le temps de ces feuilles de cendres dans une pellicule. Elle marchait pour chercher une vérité qu'elle seule pouvait trouver. Comme une liberté vers un long ruisseau qui coule autour de la putréfaction d’êtres végétaux qui se font raser par millier pour construire des immeubles condamnés à être abandonnés Elle s’affolait quand je criais, elle hurlait quand elle n’avait pas ce qu'elle voulait. Elle finissait par être dans ce couplet à force de voyager dans mes pensées. Je n'arrivais pas à expliquer pourquoi elle n'existait qu'à travers le temps. Elle transcendait chacun d'eux parmi les cieux d'un monde sans feu bleu, elle brûlait dans un froid intense et incompris de son âme. Une cantatrice si belle et où certains rapaces venaient lui faire la cour. Peut-être dans cette année de démence, elle finira par voir les couleurs du feu d'un abîme qui s'enterre avec le temps. D’une beauté dans laquelle je ne verrais pas la couleur de ces moisissures qui essayent de regarder la nuit sous tous ces yeux.

Forgotten Pages

Forêt En Feu

The days end draws near
The body it cant stand
Stress defeat and fear
Poison the minds of man

Prepare for the attack

The echoes of the blast
Resound through hollow lands
The monster of the past
An epitaph to their failed plans

and we’re never going back

A sky of endless gray
Where sunlight used to gleam
The hopes of yesterday 
 haunt our minds and live in our screams

Incinerated

Devastated
Decimated
Eliminated
Illuminated

Annihilated
Exterminated
Our dreams have been
Totally Obliterated

In the ruins that we tread
In search of what we've lost
The memories of the dead
Evaporate In nuclear holocaust 

We’ve nothing left to loose

The rodents rule the streets
The end of all we’ve known
The chaos of defeat
Our kingdom has been  overthrown

Embrace the awful truth

The shrapnel in your face
The stench of melting skin
Decay in the wasteland 
of radiation

Incinerated

Devastated
Decimated
Eliminated
Illuminated

Annihilated
Exterminated
Our dreams have been
Totally Obliterated

Obliterated

The Gallows- Tales of the Dead and Dying. Out on 31/10/2024.

Tracklist-
1- Welcome to The Gallows (Instrumental)
2- Voidwraith
3- Noosewalker
4- Executioner's Anthem
5- Tombfire
6-Gravechill
7- Septic Womb
8- Endless Stranglehold
9- Stolen Valour
10- The Gallows Eclipse
11- The Gallows Farewell (Instrumental)

Welcome to The Gallows, a place not for those that grieve but for those that linger and cannot leave.

The Gallows- Tales of the Dead and Dying

Voidwraith

American Jesus

9 Dash Line by The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble is a striking example of contemporary chamber music, blending piano, harp, cello, and strings to explore complex emotional and thematic landscapes. The ensemble utilizes intricate harmonies and dynamic contrasts, balancing tension and serenity throughout the composition. This piece highlights the modern approach to chamber music, where minimalist structures meet expressive, avant-garde techniques. The interplay between the instruments creates an immersive sonic journey, emphasizing texture, mood, and fluidity. 9 Dash Line is a bold, thought-provoking addition to the contemporary chamber music repertoire.

9 Dash Line by The Jeremias Langsämmer Ensemble [Contemporary Chamber Music]

Guitars, Keys and Bass by Robert Grigg
Composed and mastered/mixed by Robert Grigg

Working The Edges

First recorded in December 2022.
From the album Salt.

It's a song about the castle.

This new version was mixed and mastered by
Woods Studio Norway Mixing and Mastering 
www.soundcloud.com/woods_studio 

LYRICS

There's a castle that stands,
on a hill, above the sands,
while the people below,
hatch some plans. 
Though the fields and the trees,
are packed with stupidity.
Might be you, could be me,
naturally.

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

As the castle looks down,
ashen faced, in the town, 
oh, the people they frown,
looking down.
And they never glance up,
at these rocks they've piled above, 
piled for years, piled with tears,
piled with love. 

These were the ways.
That they kept you in place.
These were the ways.
Back in the days.

The castle surrounds, 
a cliff top, above the town, 
seabirds cry,
as they circle around 
Control has no bounds,
like a face in the clouds,
looking down at the state of the town. 

And what will we be.
For one thing, were not free.
There's a castle, 
which watches, 
you go.

Castles [2024 Remaster]

I hate my parents 
They did harm to me
I hate them far more
When I see you happy

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

I envy you 
Your life is easy
I struggle each day 
For serenity

The family business is a damned lottery
Winning the big prize is aleatory

You grew up with love. 
It seemed so pretty.
Self-taught badly
I became angry

Family Business

Verse 1
Anastasia wore a sad, quiet smile,
To a life that never eased her way,
So tragic, like some old vaudeville style,
She smiled at fate, a cruel display.

Left by a father soaked in gin,
Bruises, scars, her only kin.
Built of sorrow, brittle and tough,
Edges that scrape, as life gets rough.

Verse 2
Anastasia watched rivers of lives,
Flowing wildly, torrents unruly,
Tragic, like a comedy that strives,
She watched the world parade so fully.

On a street corner, a man stood alone,
In faded light, beneath a worn lamp’s glow.
With flowers in hand, waiting in vain,
For his love to cross the rain.

Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Verse bridge
Left by a father soaked in gin,
Bruises, scars, her only kin.
Built of sorrow, brittle and tough,
Edges that scrape, as life gets rough.

Verse 3
Across the street, a woman prayed,
Bearing the weight of her life’s decay.
Blood tears mourned a child lost to war,
The echoes of grief she couldn't ignore.

Anastasia wept for a stranger’s sorrow,
Without knowing why, just feeling the blow.
In her heart, the salt of shared pain,
A silent bond in life’s disdain.

Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Bridge
Dusk fell and wrapped the city tight,
Another day to fold, to bid goodnight.
And tomorrow would rise and fall again,
With paths too steep, dreams broken in vain.

Verse 4
Anastasia sits by her window’s view,
Watching the world, the dance of the few.
She knows life’s river carries on,
With currents wild, till hope is gone.

She drifts to sleep, her heart unchained,
Grateful for tears that cleanse the pain.
In each stranger, she finds release,
In a fleeting moment of silent peace.

Outro
Anastasia sleeps, her heart unbound,
The weight of life a softer sound.
She knows life’s river, wild and true,
Will carry her till skies turn blue.

Final Chorus
Anastasia dreams of love that waits,
Of promises bound, against cruel fates.
In every face, a story told,
She searches for warmth in this world so cold.

Anastasia's laments

Anastasia

Hyper Fixation (Instrumental Demo)

Mad Metal Dog

Atomic Cataract is a creative  project bringing together songs written over a 3 year period by Adam Smallwood and Ryan Morse.  Themes range from Insomnia, dystopian worlds and social dysfunction with tracks typically starting as hour-long jams which are recorded then cut down, re-arranged and re-written before adding vocal parts.

All tracks are recorded at HP Studios in Ringwood and feature studio musicians Harrison Perks & Andy Smooth.



Welcome to The Gallows. Not a place for those that grieve, but for those that linger and cannot leave… 

Take a journey to your final destination.

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