I broke my &!%# vocal mic making this song...

guess it's gonna be instrumentals for a hot second.

This song is about gettin' loud.

Late Night U - Haul

When I wrote this song, I had a female voice mind. I sent it to Nat Daniels and asked her if she was interested in singing it.  Long story short, both Nat and Craig got their creative juices flowing and came up with this beautiful rendition of the song. Ive always admired their work and it was a privilege to be able to do this with them. I hope you all like it!

Music and lyrics by Eric Feltham

Vocals by Nat Daniels & Craig Durgy

Piano Nat Daniels

Produced by Nat Daniels

Buyer's Remorse (Collab with Daniels & Durgy)

P.O.E.T.

Cave

Words and music Antipodeans 2022. Recorded and engineered at Grovehill Studio. Mastered by Dr Hackey at the Hackey Sack.

No Words

Live & Intimate records the live aspects of Elliana’s songs that you would experience listening to her perform in person; the unfiltered, unpolished, and “intimate” versions that fully capture the emotions behind the lyrics, conveying the meanings of her songs. Consisting of merely vocals and an acoustic guitar, the Live & Intimate collection shows the authentic Elliana through recordings from past performances; focusing on how her music sounded playing back on her voice recorder when they were played for the very first time.

This is the live version of Teenage Girl.

Lyrics: Elliana Stocks

Teenage Girl (Live)

Leavin Lonely

Patented muterial Dreadful Electric Violin Strings rarely see the light of day, but this is the dark of night after all, thanks to, and as entirely shaped by, holy shitshow's inspiring OPEN COLLAB https://soundcloud.com/user-649412648/little-streets-3-dark-streets-open-collab (remixed)

Previous outings include:
https://soundcloud.com/muterial/ceci-nest-pas-une-chanson
https://soundcloud.com/muterial/see-the-light-instrumental
 https://soundcloud.com/muterial/peak-dreadful

Just Too Dark - holy shitshow | muterial

Stories to tell

April Fools

DO YOU REALLY KNOW 
HOW MUCH WE REALLY DO 
LOVE YOU?
 A BROTHER IN LAW CAN BE A BROTHER TOO YOU KNOW 
YOUR STICKING CATS FACES ALL OVER THE PLACES
 IS ONE REASON MORE TO LOVE YOU 
BUT
 LET’S GET SERIOUS BOY DELIRIOUS  YOU ARE LIKE
 DRESSED UP AS A LORD CHANGING THE OIL OF YOUR CAR 
OR SPEEDING DOWN A SLOPE THAT EVEN NOT THE POPE 
ON HIS HOLY SKIS  WOULD COPE WITH 
DO YOU REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU?

WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH US WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOU 
WHY DO WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH?

DO WE REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU? 
WANNA HAVE A BEER? KANSAS CITY HERE I COME 
ME NO ENGINEER  BUT WE STILL COULD CHEER AND STRUM 
I’D LIKE TO SHAKE THE PAW OF VIRGINIA WOOF 
AND VISIT YOU FOR A GOOF 
YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH THEY REALLY DO LOVE YOU 
YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH I REALLY DO LOVE YOU 
DO YOU REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU 
DO YOU REALLY KNOW HOW MUCH WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU?

DO YOU REALLY KNOW? (Lyrics) song for David

God Loves The Rain

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

Artifacts: BGlueYml0Lmx5LzJ0aGVzc2Fsb25pYW5zMngxLTEy