This was a long time in the making, due to 'you know what'.
Of cause we hope you'll enjoy all the more.

Summer assignment - 'Rock ballad'

Charlie - drums, production
Gideon - vocal, guitars, composition
Kim - bass, synth, lyrics




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cu dad <3

I Can See You (Charlie, Gideon, Kim - Original)

P.O.E.T.

Oracles

When?/At The Better Half's & Not Much Left/When?/Comes To The Rest

« Fleur de Vie » for thirteen instruments (Completed)
I have the pleasure to present my new composition composed between Sunday, January 9, 2022 and Tuesday, April 5, 2022
Written for Flute, Clarinet in B, Bass Clarinet, Bassoon, Horn in F, Trumpet in B, Violin, Violoncello, Ondes Martenot, Marimba, Glockenspiel, Vibraphone & Piano
Franck Douvin @ 2022 Contemporary Chamber Music
Thanks for listening and sharing. I hope you'll enjoy!

« Fleur de Vie » for thirteen instruments (Completed)

https://blackblight.bandcamp.com/

More Soon.

Black Blight - Berethon's Reach, Forlorn and Forgotten (unused)

The One I Loved Back Then, Gene Jumper, George Jones, ( cover)

The One I Loved Back Then, Gene Jumper, George Jones, ( Cover)

Hash Masala

Cold

Confinamiento

A Different Type Of Glass

Basé sur une séquence cette musique vous fait visiter l'intérieur d'une grotte imaginaire.
Based on a sequence this music makes you visit the interior of an imaginary mysterious cave.

Passage étroit

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