Unpolished, emotional, and real — music that drifts between spoken word, rap, and alt-pop.

Mystery she is!

Unpolished, emotional, and real — music that drifts between spoken word, rap, trap, EDM and alt-pop.

Sophia's Song! (Anthem Edit)

EDM version of the track "Hiding in plain sight", an experiment but I really like it

Hiding In Plain Sight! (Anthem Edit)

OPAL 
Emotional Tone: Translucence, transformation, multiplicity
Symbolic Essence: The prism — shifting identity, hidden light, creative paradox

Alchemist's Fugazi! "Opal Edit"

AMETHYST 
Emotional Tone: Vision, mysticism, surrender
Symbolic Essence: The crown of intuition — dream, connection, transcendence

Weaponized I "Amethyst Edit"

Trust? "Tantalum Edit"

Will U? "Mithril Edit"

Will U? "Green Gold Edit"

Trust? "Bismuth Edit"

Unpolished, emotional, and real — music that drifts between spoken word, rap, trap, EDM, Reggae, and alt-pop, world music, folk and singer-songwriter genres.

The Choked Choker! "Tar Edit"

https://weaponizedincompetence1.bandcamp.com/follow_me



"Artist-controlled. AI-assisted. Designed, not generated.."

"Lyrics are mine. AI is my instrument. Music is eternal. If it moves you, it’s real!..."

Random dude from Sweden. Staying on The Faroe Islands at the moment and writing lyrics..

I don’t play an instrument. My instrument is AI.
The lyrics are mine, the vision is mine, the shaping and the choices are mine. AI is the canvas, the brush, the echo chamber I bend until the music carries my words.

This isn’t about killing music. Music is eternal.
What’s changing is the industry: the middlemen, the gatekeepers, the labels.
The tools are in our hands now. Anyone with something to say can speak in sound.

I know some will frown. That’s fine.
AI won’t replace musicians — it will remind us how much we need them. Live music will only grow more sacred. And if I ever get the chance to hear real musicians breathe these songs into flesh and blood, I’ll be the first to celebrate it.

For now, this is my outlet. My voice, my words, my melodies — carried by a new kind of instrument. If it moves you, then it’s real. That’s all that matters.

— Weaponized Incompetence


