Ex-Humanoid

The moment to roll up our sleeves has come

Now, you can breathe freely

SEDNA

Purle Atlas

Macro Distortions

Second Contact

A sudden emergency shakes the spacecraft. Sirens blare, lights flash red, and something massive approaches fast. Dark Earl braces for impact this is just the beginning.

Red Alert Protocol

Communication is lost. The connection between Earl and his ship is severed. Alone on an alien planet, he must find a way to fix the signal or be stranded forever.

Telepathic Link Malfunction

Strange entities lurk in the shadows of an unknown world. Their presence is felt before they're seen watching, waiting, whispering secrets from beyond.

Proximity Warning: Savage Entities Detected

Flashes of alternate timelines invade his thoughts. Visions of different versions of himself appear, blurring the lines between reality and illusion.

Consciousness Disturbance & Perceptual Glitch

Something is wrong. His memories don’t match reality, and even his DNA feels altered. Was he always who he thought he was?

Anomalous Genetic Shift: Origin Unstable

The illusion shatters this isn’t a natural world but a simulation, a test, or something far more sinister. Who or what is behind it?

The Forest: A Living, Breathing, Emotional Simulation

Two forces within him battle for control: instinct versus logic, chaos versus order. The fight isn’t just physical it’s a war for identity.

Wild vs. Dark

A hard-fought battle ends in triumph, but the feeling is hollow. Victory isn’t always what it seems when the cost is unknown.

Have You Ever Tasted Victory?

A long-sought map to the ultimate shortcut through space. A gateway to the unknown if only he can decode it in time.

Wormhole Mapping Completed

A strange passage filled with warmth and familiarity. Is it a safe haven or a trap disguised as comfort?

Tunnel of Certainty

Old enemies resurface time-traveling scavengers who steal moments from history. This time, Dark Earl is ready for them.

Chrono-Pirates... I Have Returned

Time folds in on itself, repeating endlessly. Past, present, and future blur into a single, infinite moment.

Self-Similarity in Spacetime Matter

The ship is back in working order, thrusters powered up. One last check before liftoff because there’s no turning back now.

System Diagnostics: Shuttle Integrity 100%

The journey ends where it began drifting into the vast unknown, where new mysteries await beyond the stars.

Returning to the Void

A final log entry details the crash, the anomalies detected, and unanswered questions. The mission was never just about survival.

Bonus Track: Orbital Report on the Impact Event

Out of World

A pulsating opening. Metallic synths bleed into crushed drums, like a warning from a forgotten AI. This is the ignition: industrial, hypnotic, and burning like neon blood.


A warmer trance creeps in but don’t be fooled. The groove loops like a memory glitch, with echoes of 80s arcade dreams melting into distorted phonk patterns. Citrus-colored hallucination.

ORANGE

A reimagined requiem. Said Benjebli’s haunting words are reborn through vocoders, static textures, and digital lament. Sacred and cybernetic, it’s the album’s emotional core.


FOOLISH PROPHET

"CYAN" is a sonic hallucination.
DA-PHONK crafts a slow-burning, hypnotic track where shimmering synth waves collide with sharp phonk beats.
The track feels like driving endlessly through neon landscapes lost between dreams and code, between liquid light and solid shadows.
Cold but sensual, minimal but obsessive, "CYAN" is a meditation on repetition and resonance.
Where beats echo like heartbeats… but wired.

CYAN

Dark Orbit

Voice: DA-PHONk
Production: Dark Earl

A slow-breathing monolith of sound, Dark Orbit is the first haunting collaboration between DA-PHONK and Dark Earl, a descent into cosmic isolation, whispered fears, and broken transmissions. With DA-PHONk’s detached, ghostlike delivery and Dark Earl’s frostbitten synth layers, the track draws inspiration from 80s coldwave, analog space horror, and cybernetic melancholy. This is not a song. It’s a sealed pod drifting endlessly in the void.
For fans of: Gary Numan, John Maus, Boy Harsher, Carpenter Brut (on downers).

Featuring the atmospheric basslines of Midi-14, whose presence gives the composition a profound emotional depth beneath its minimalist surface.

Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
It’s cold in here
And the stars flicker pale through the cracks in the hull
There’s a shape out there
In a black suit, no face, floating slow past my window

[Verse 2]
Now the lights dim down
And I wonder what I’m doing in a pod like this
There’s a signal again
And just for a second, I thought I could hear your voice

[Chorus]
So now I drift on
Now I can think in the dark
About secret codes and failed scans
And things I just can’t comprehend
Like a soft beep at night
Or a ghost ping in time
I don’t think it ever reached you

[Verse 3]
So I opened the hatch
It’s the “crewman” I left in the airlock
“Just stay still”
A flickering shadow on the wall of the deck

[Verse 4]
You know I hate to ask
But are ghosts synthetic?
Only mine broke down
And now there's no one aboard

[Chorus]
So I traced back the echoes, the false logs and lights
And it hurts, and I’m empty
And I should never have called
And I missed you tonight
So I’ll disengage
You see... it meant everything to me

Lyricist : Dark Earl

DARK ORBIT

With sEx, DA-PHONK continues to defy form and function. The track, it’s an obsessive loop, drenched in repetition and dark minimalism, feeding on energy rather than melody.
The instrumental feels endless, as if it were designed to be stuck in a memoryless mind, pulsing into oblivion. Layered over this are cryptic vocal elements, slightly alien, heavily filtered, and never fully human.
Then comes the twist: a short, jolting final segment made from fragmented TV soundbites about the word “sex” reminding us how distorted, empty, and reprogrammed human intimacy has become in a media-saturated world.
This is not a love song. This is a coded message from another dimension, dressed in black and red.
Turn it up. Loop it. Lose meaning. DA-PHONK just dropped the most human track ever made by machines.

Zero Two Seven is DA-PHONK’s encrypted odyssey. A cyber-myth where vocoded voices confess across collapsing timelines. Heavy bass collides with glitching arpeggios as cosmic echoes unravel between alien empires and forgotten codes. A track that turns raw phonk energy into a paradox of silence, neon, and fate.

Lyrics :

Verse 1

There… beneath my Beskar skin,
Lives a lucid future within.
Zero two seven carved in steel,
Across my chest, a code surreal.

A formula sung by Traveler Gods,
Passed to the Klingon angels, flawed.
Unearthed by demons dressed as men,
Mix of magic, xenotech again.

Chorus

Here comes that hyper-eternal time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I tried to hide?

Verse 2

I know I’m no Mandalorian kind,
Not Romulan blood, nor Vulcan mind.
But I have fought the Empire’s end,
And twice I watched the world descend.

No phone-box spinning through the void,
I never touched inhuman artifact.
It hung between Kronos and Naboo,
Bio-forged from Thanagar, Sakaar too.

Chorus

Here comes that meta-celestial time,
I confess inside my tesseract’s line.
Shall I speak to me, or let it lie?
Will I unveil the truth I can’t deny?

Final Verse

At last I crossed the orbit of silence,
Where comets bleed equations of alliance.
No throne, no relic, no blade to claim,
Only the paradox that wears my name.

Stars collapse in binary rhyme,
Time rewinds yet skips through time.
The secret isn’t empire, war or crown,
I was the algorithm breaking down.

Mars Tech Records

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