Through the Hoop

Drips and Never Dries

Brace Yourself

Thin Veneer

Dance till You're Dying

Of Still Command is the musical moniker of an artist caught between protest and poetics, tension and tenderness. Drawing on the surreal theatricality of Bowie, the cerebral unease of Radiohead, and the rhythmic wit of Talking Heads, the project navigates a world where silence can be as charged as speech — and stillness can carry the weight of resistance.

The name itself is a paradox: command, but quiet. Authority, but without the bark. This is music that inhabits the space between compliance and dissent, personal reckoning and collective memory. With lyrics that interrogate systems and souls alike, and melodies that oscillate between euphoria and restraint, Of Still Command offers songs as dispatches from the inside — of history, of identity, of the present moment.

Formed as a kind of poetic alter ego, the project resists easy labels. It’s not a band, not a solo act, not a movement — and yet it contains echoes of all three. Whether sung in near-whispers or shouted in strobing light, these are compositions that ask the listener to listen closely. Not just to the music — but to what lies beneath it.