Lorn - ASH

Lorn - Out of the frame

Ask The Dust

The Gun

Weigh Me Down

Ghosst(s)

'Winter Linn' is the latest single from the new eponymous album out next week and is also available on YouTube - http://bit.ly/winter-linn

"like a techno version of shellac" - Clark

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The track is taken from 'Clark' out next week, and is available to download with pre-orders from,
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Clark

'Clark' on Bleep

Winter Linn

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feel so numb w/ ive tried

The Expansion of Infinity

In 2019, after releasing my single Distant Visions, a fan reached out and said:
“Almost sounds like something from a second interstellar suite.”

That one sentence stirred something in me. It took me back to The Maestoso Interstellar Suite—a work I originally released in 2006 and expanded into a double-disc experience for its 10-year anniversary in 2016. I began to ask myself: Is there more to explore in that soundscape? Could there be a continuation—not a sequel, but a new frontier?

At the time, I had also released a companion version of the suite: a more accessible, “radio edit” style reimagining called Singularities. It wasn’t just a shortened take—it was a different perspective. Like looking at a galaxy from another angle.

And now, Singularities has found its true home—as the next entry in a new, ever-evolving musical journey.

Welcome to Infinity

Infinity is more than a project. It’s a living archive. A space where reinterpretations and original compositions coexist. Ambient. Orchestral. Space-driven. Timeless. It has no definitive ending—only a series of unfolding volumes, each offering a glimpse into the same emotional cosmos from a different light.

Infinity Volume II – Singularities

This volume reintroduces the material from The Maestoso Interstellar Suite through a reframed lens: shortened, accessible, and arranged to stand on its own as individual pieces. If the Suite was a continuous voyage, Singularities is the constellation map—each track a star with its own identity, orbiting the same emotional core.

Originally created as an alternate listening experience, this version of Singularities now shines as a fully realized volume within Infinity. It respects its source material while offering something more focused—more immediate—without losing depth.

Where It’s Going

The Infinity series continues to grow. Each volume refines, reimagines, or reaches beyond what came before. And there’s more to come:

Infinity Volume I – The Maestoso Interstellar Suite

Infinity Volume II – Singularities

With each step, I revisit and reshape ideas I once thought complete. And with every new piece, I get closer to the sound I’ve always heard in my head—now finally possible with the tools I have today.

Maybe it’s unconventional. Maybe it’s a little obsessive.
But that’s Infinity—and it’s not supposed to end.

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Movement XIV (Blue Shift)

This is the vocal edit of Spirit Project - Inner Spirit (Vocal Mix). Inspired by my love of bands like Pink Floyd and various other inspiring artists.

Inner Spirit (Vocal Mix)

Lorn - L'appel Du Vide

DROWN THE TRAITOR WITHIN

LORN - THROUGH THE FIRE

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Lorn - Out of the frame

La Belle Dame sans Merci

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