Name: Wormhole Mapping Completed by Mars Tech Records in The Wild Hypothesis
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: A long-sought map to the ultimate shortcut through space. A gateway to the unknown if only he can decode it in time.

The Wild Hypothesis

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

The aftermath of a devastating crash. Wreckage floats in zero gravity, sparks flicker in the void, and Earl struggles to regain control before it's too late.

Impact Aftermath Analysis

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

An unexpected reunion with an ancient civilization. Their eyes tell stories of past encounters, and this time, the stakes are even higher.

Natives Contact Redux

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

Lyrics:
Les ombres et l’éperon
Les ombres et l’éperon, la brise et la plaine, Murmurent mon nom dans l’ombre lointaine. La nuit me connaît, solitaire et fière, Comme un vent cavalier défiant la lumière.
Les monts et les cendres, le sable et l’éclair, Savent ma quête aux songes d’hier. Que m’importe l’oubli, que m’importe l’exil, Si l’écho de mon cœur enflamme l’argile ?
Ô cavale du sort, entends-tu ma voix ? Je poursuis l’aurore, je défie le froid. Et si l’heure est funeste, que tremble la terre, Car l’âme du juste est plus vive que l’air.
Parolier : T.Rasheed

🇫🇷 Dans cette chevauchée poétique, Rachid et Les Davids nous entraînent dans une quête solitaire, où le vent murmure des secrets oubliés et l’ombre défie la lumière. Un morceau puissant, porté par une voix qui danse entre le désert et le Far West, entre l’errance et la destinée.

🇬🇧 The Shadows and the Spur is a poetic ride through solitude and defiance, where the wind whispers forgotten secrets and the dark challenges the light. With a voice that blends desert mysticism and outlaw spirit, Rachid and Les Davids create a haunting, cinematic ballad.


Les Ombres et l’Éperon

Lyrics: 
Pleure, car l’adieu est scellé
Pleure, si ton âme en secret se déchire, Car l’heure est venue où s’efface l’empire. Le vent s’est levé, le seuil est désert, Et l’ombre des jours s’efface en éclairs.
L’ami s’éloigne, le seuil se brise, Tout ce qui fut n’est plus qu’une brise. Oh, garde en ton cœur l’éclat du passé, Car nul ne retient ce qui doit s’en aller.

Pleure, car l’adieu est scellé
🇫🇷 Une ballade mélancolique où le vent emporte les souvenirs et scelle les adieux. La voix de Rachid flotte entre la tendresse et la résignation, tandis que la musique tisse un écrin pour ces adieux inévitables. Une chanson où chaque note semble caresser un dernier regard.
🇬🇧 Weep, for the Farewell is Sealed is a melancholic ballad where the wind carries away memories and farewell is inevitable. Rachid’s voice drifts between tenderness and resignation, painting a song where each note feels like a final glance before departure.

Pleure, car l’adieu est scellé

Lyrics:
Les ombres et l’éperon
Les ombres et l’éperon, la brise et la plaine, Murmurent mon nom dans l’ombre lointaine. La nuit me connaît, solitaire et fière, Comme un vent cavalier défiant la lumière.
Les monts et les cendres, le sable et l’éclair, Savent ma quête aux songes d’hier. Que m’importe l’oubli, que m’importe l’exil, Si l’écho de mon cœur enflamme l’argile ?
Ô cavale du sort, entends-tu ma voix ? Je poursuis l’aurore, je défie le froid. Et si l’heure est funeste, que tremble la terre, Car l’âme du juste est plus vive que l’air.


Les Ombres et l’Éperon (Feat Emma Hope)

A fractured reflection of the original theme, caught between past and future. Darkcore energy surges through broken rhythms and distorted harmonies, as if the melody itself is struggling to exist in two realities at once. A visceral, unpredictable transformation of the dance that once was.

Shattered Motion

The final descent into sonic excess—a theatrical, operatic eruption of sound where baroque grandeur meets the brutal intensity of dark techno. With haunting vocal crescendos and seismic bass, the track distorts into a feverish climax, the last tremor before silence.

Bonus Track - When He Began to Sway (The Last Tremor)

"When We Sit Upon the Veranda" is the latest release from The Bartenders and Emma Hope. This captivating track is an adaptation of the Persian poem "Man o To," seamlessly blending modern blues, soulful grooves, and rock elements with ethereal vocals and poetic depth. The song showcases the band's evolution and the enriching addition of Emma Hope, offering listeners a unique and transcendent musical experience.

The Bartenders and Emma Hope
Originally formed in Toronto, Canada, by Johnny D. and Stephaan Rayes, The Bartenders have been renowned for their modern blues infused with soulful grooves and a touch of rock. Their signature track, "Hey Bartender!", captivated audiences with its infectious energy and catchy riffs. Known for their captivating live performances, they transformed every stage into a vibrant mix of rhythms, blending classic influences with a refreshing modern twist.
The band's evolution took a significant turn with the integration of Canadian artist Emma Hope. Emma brings a graceful feminine touch to the ensemble, enriching their sound with her ethereal vocals and artistic depth. Her presence has added new dimensions to their music, leading to a harmonious blend of styles and a more dynamic stage presence.
Together, as "The Bartenders and Emma Hope," they continue to explore and innovate, creating music that resonates deeply with their audience. Their latest release, "When We Sit Upon the Veranda," is a testament to their collaborative synergy and artistic growth.

Lyrics: 
When We Sit Upon the Veranda

O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I,
 Two figures drawn, two forms apart, 
 yet breathing in one soul, thee and I.
 Unburdened by the world’s cruel lore, 
 its whispered doubts, its wayward sigh,
 O free from fate’s entangled threads, 
 we shall be lost in rapture high.

O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I,
 Two shadows cast upon the earth, 
 yet bound as one beneath the sky.
 No weary thought, no restless woe, 
 shall steal the hush of love’s embrace,
 For thee and I, yet not as two, 
 shall merge beyond both time and space.

Two figures drawn, two forms apart, 
 yet breathing in one soul, thee and I,
 Unburdened by the world’s cruel lore, 
 its whispered doubts, its wayward sigh.
 For thee and I, yet not as two, 
 shall merge beyond both time and space,
 O sweet the hour when we shall rest, 
 upon the veranda, thee and I.


Wormhole Mapping Completed

Mars Tech Records

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