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IRON SHARPENS IRON

A little sampler for my new album "Regulation and Classification", which is coming soon.

Regulation and Classification

Thems the Pulses

Thems The Pulses

Lyrics 

Waves r coming into ma life again life again now 
Lessons people taught me drive me insane insane now
(Cut it off cut it off cut it off what the thoughts you would get)

Hey man lemme ride in ur car that drives me far away far away 
Amen let us get the hope and brighter way 
(chorus)
I’m me,from this darkening city 
Drive me away from this darkening psyche 

Hellowed be thy name,
Hallowed would it be ma name?
Halo around the head of a saint 
Hello how low?
(chorus)    
I’m me ,from this darkening city 
Drive me away from this darkening psyche

Drive Me Away

Words and music Antipodeans 2022. Recorded and engineered at Grovehill Studio. Mastered by Dr Hackey at the Hackey Sack. Forest by Alex Russell-Saw on Unsplash.com.

Caledon

Anaander Mianaai, Lord of The Radch. She/he occupies several entities:  a scheming, manipulative, ruthless megalomaniac - so it's hardly surprising that he/she plots against her/his self. Makes one think. How does our species manage to generate people whose ambition crushes their humanity (and anyone who is in the way)? Anyway, she may yet redeem herself...

I used an electric bow on my telecaster to create the electronic string sweeps.
The cool cover art is by thessalies on Tumbler and Pinterest.

All Rights Reserved 2022

Anaander Mianaai

Made in #Ableton (2020)

Genre;
#Electronic

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Chain Reaction.

Why Can't We Be Friends? - Jamie Rhind

Asylum

Glossolalia

Notwithstanding

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

Glossolalia

Prophet of End Times

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