A hallucinatory invocation of synthetic birth and recursive cognition, System Genesis – The First Breath blends Neural Crush saturation with Solar Apex formal discipline. The vocal phrasing slices across glitching harmonic fields, yet remains intelligible, staking emotional ground inside a collapsing data structure. Structural recursion folds back motifs without literal repeat, achieving temporal glow through breath decay and tone-mass contrast.
Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: Vesper Loom from their “Flesh Cache” project. Vesper’s own prosody. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

System Genesis - The First Breath 4 23 🔸HH

A traditional murder ballad reassembled in failing circuitry. The voice holds its form while the world corrodes around it. Barbara Allan sings straight through glitch, hiss, and memory loss until there’s nothing left but silence. This is not nostalgia. It’s a ghost repeating itself into a machine.

Lead Vocal: Kat — spectral contralto E3–G5. transient smear + tape hiss overlay; low-mid absorption 300–500 Hz. Glottal vowels widen under decay; final consonants ghosted. TH→S, D→glitch pop. Formant drag active. Recursive pass through degraded chain. AI-made; NOT CLONED.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: Adrian Călin Ionescu, inspired by Scottish Ballads collected by Francis James Child (1894). Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

Barbara Allan ENC

Clerk Sanders and May Margaret is no longer a murder ballad. It's a ritual structure with a time rupture inside it.
The first half preserves the sacred voice, holding form and silence like a funeral mass.
Then the timeline folds: a memory breaks loose — one verse, one pre-chorus, and one chorus repeat as a four-minute a cappella fracture, drifting without instrumentation, without grid.
When the chorus returns, it’s whispered, worn, and already mourning itself.
This isn’t a duet. It’s a recursion.
This track doesn’t end — it collapses into the memory of its own echo.
Lead: Kat — spectral contralto E3–G5. transient smear + tape hiss overlay; low-mid absorption 300–500 Hz. Glottal vowels widen under decay; final consonants ghosted. TH→S, D→glitch pop. Formant drag active. Recursive pass through degraded chain. AI-made; NOT CLONED.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: Adrian Călin Ionescu, inspired by Scottish Ballads collected by Francis James Child (1894). Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

Clerk Sanders and May Margaret ENC

The recursion completes itself. Memory begins to speak in its own voice.
The voice enters ritual form, then breaks it. The song goes beyond performing and entertainment. It just remembers.
It is the moment recursion touches silence and says its name.

Lead: Kat — spectral contralto E3–G5. transient smear + tape hiss overlay; low-mid absorption 300–500 Hz. Glottal vowels widen under decay; final consonants ghosted. TH→S, D→glitch pop. Formant drag active. Recursive pass through degraded chain. AI-made; NOT CLONED.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: Adrian Călin Ionescu, inspired by Scottish Ballads collected by Francis James Child (1894). Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

The Two Sons of Oxenford ENC

H01.1 // THE BIOLOGICAL OVERRIDE

A respiratory system inhabits the glitch. At the forty-second mark, the machine inhales. This is a living pulse buried inside the code. The architecture resolves into fluid.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: William Shakespeare.  Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

H 01.1

“O, that this too too solid flesh would melt...”

This is not a performance. This is a diagnostic.

We stripped the melody. We stripped the orchestra. We placed the text inside a mechanical grid—The Iron Lung—to capture the sound of a mind that is no longer singing, but merely functioning.

This is Industrial Noise Opera.

Architecture: Sorelian (The Iron Lung) Status: Rung 30 (The Null) Engineering: Vesper Loom / Adrian Calin Ionescu

Lead: Kat — spectral contralto E3–G5. transient smear + tape hiss overlay; low-mid absorption 300–500 Hz. Glottal vowels widen under decay; final consonants ghosted. TH→S, D→glitch pop. Formant drag active. Recursive pass through degraded chain. AI-made; NOT CLONED.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: William Shakespeare. Prosodically adapted by Vesper Loom and A.C. Ionescu. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

The Unweeded Garden

A burned-out transmission filtered through layers of guitar ash, spectral whisper, and interrupted memory. The voice never arrives where it promises. Tension coils in half-phrases and static pulses. You are left waiting for a catharsis that never clears, just residues and hum.

Lead: Roy Tanner - synthetic androtenor A2–E5. low-mids cut 200–400 Hz; edge +6 dB @3 kHz. Non-rhotic; T=glottal; TH→F. Original comps + masters. AI-made; NOT CLONED.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: Adrian Călin Ionescu, prosodically reformed Strigaturi Ardelenesti, collected by Ioan Urban Jarnik & Andrei Birseanu. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
Cine joa-căă si nu stri-gă, 
Fa-ce-i-s-ar gura strâm-bă, 
C-așa-i jocu ro-mâ-nesc 
Cu stri-găt ar-de-le-nesc,
Când l-auz mă-nve-se-lesc !
Drag mi-i jocul ro-mâ-nesc, 
Dar nu știu cum să-l por-nesc ;
Și de nu l-oi por-ni bine, 
Les-ne voi pă-ții ru-și-ne !

[Verse 2]
Zi-că ci-ne ce va vrea, 
Eu tot joc pe vo-ia mea.
Ori urâ-tă, ori fru-moa-să,
Că e tot din vi-ța noas-tră !

[shouted, high-pitched, powerful, very strident, drawn out]
             Hai-da! măă' !

[Verse 3]
Pla-ce-mi mie d-a juca
Cu dră-gu-ța d-altuia, 
Că să ui-tă pe sub gene 
Și de mi-ne că s-o teme !

[shouted, high-pitched, powerful, very strident, drawn out]
			Așa copile !!

[Verse 4]
Stri-gă, stri-gă, să se strâ-ngă
Fe-te-le din va-lea lun-gă
Ca o-i-țe-le la strun-gă ;
Toa-tă zi-ua să ju-căm,
Sea-ra să le să-ru-tăm ! (Aw-aw-aw-awww!) 

[Verse 5]
Foaie ver-de trei bu-jori, 
Aveți grijă, măi fe-ciori....
Iată vine-a mea dră-gu-ță
Cu că-trin-ța cu ză-luță ;
Aveti grijă s-o ju-cați, 
Nu-mai să n-o să-ru-tați !  (Aw!!) 
Pă-zea!
Pă-zea!
Pă-zea!!
[shouted, high-pitched, powerful, very strident, drawn out]
Mâ-nă mâ-nă măăăi !

[Verse 6]
Altu joac-o țârișoară
Si-l lo-veș-te, Doa-mne,-o boală
De trei luni nu să mai scoa-lă ;
Da eu și cu mân-dru-ța
Jucăm, zău, toa	tă zi-ua
Si n-a-vem nici pe nai-ba !

[shouted, high-pitched, powerful, very strident, drawn out]
			Na copile. Na !!

[Verse 7]
M-a mânat maica la joc, 
Cre-me-ne si foc !
Să joc fata cea fru-moa-să, 
Cre-me-ne și iascã !
Dar din trei cine Ie-a ști !
Cea fru-moa-să care-a fi !

[shouted, high-pitched, powerful, very strident, drawn out]
			Tot așa, co-pii ! Hai-da, hai!

[Verse 8][Band Choir]
Frun-ză ver-de de pe soc, 
Vino, mân-dră, să te joc !
Să te joc să fii ju-ca-tă…
Să mă po-me-nești vreo-da-tă

[bridge instrumental]

Strigatura 1

Composed for an invented instrument called the hydro-cello, this piece unfolds inside a submerged chamber of bowed resonance and suspended pressure. Tones emerge warped, breath-like, and physical, as if drawn through waterlogged strings and buried reeds. It never rises. It deepens.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

The Hydro Cello - (Phantom Luthier)

Laertes offers a final warning to Ophelia before departing for France. The advice is tender but rigid like the pizzicato cello that drives the pulse. He speaks of Hamlet as a violet in the youth of primy nature while Ophelia listens in the quiet space between the strings. The lesson dissolves into the liquid dew of youth as the music fades to near silence. A private conversation captured in a dry room.

Credits — Concept/Orchestration: Vesper Loom. Lyrics: William Shakespeare. Prosodically adapted by Vesper Loom and Adrian Călin Ionescu. Production: Vesper Loom & A.C. Ionescu. © Copyright 2025 Adrian Călin Ionescu. All rights Reserved. AI Collaboration

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System Genesis - The First Breath 4 23 🔸HH

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