A track touching upon a number of issues including jealousy, self reflection and angst. A little heavier than my past releases but looking to branch out and attract a wider audience. Still staying true to my blues guitar solos.

Official release - 08/04/2022

Submitted early for Fresh On the Net.

Recorded, produced and mixed by Good Neighbour Records
Co-produced by Claire Pitt Wigmore
Mastered by Matthew Smyth

Shades of Green

This track utilizes a 10 string stick guitar,, bass,, { Chapman Stick } Drums,, modern Mellotron,, and AKAI MPK ,, for lead keys

When The Shit Hits The Fan EXT

Mass Invasion           (c2022)

Stefanie Kisamore ("AusTexStef")
Lyrics, Vocals

GoYeah	
L Goyeah ("GoYeah")
Drums, Producer, Mixing & Master

moehoward	
Moe Howerd ("moehoward")
Piano

Graiouf	
francois Graiouf ("Graiouf")
Guitar



crankit1CRANKIT1	
Steve Johnson ("crankit1CRANKIT1")
Bass

Collaborate on Kompoz

You're Gone

A song about a late evening foray into the town centre to collect a package from an automated collection point and being perplexed by the whole process.

The Drop-off

Melomania

Spectre's Psalm

This is a home recording made on tape in the late eighties with my friend Camané and me in the vocals. "Pode melhorar" (it can get better) sounds just like "pó de melhorar" (improvement powder, a much requested magic stuff). There's a little distortion in the start. Accidents did happen in those primitive recording sessions.

PÓ DE MELHORAR
O céu escureceu, a terra abanou.
Abriu-se uma porta, e ela chegou.
Primeiro fui cavalo, depois promoveu-me a burro.
Primeiro levei um estalo, depois levei um murro.
Mas a nossa paixão não vai acabar, não.
Ela vai tão mal que só pode melhorar.

De um conto de fadas eu trouxe a magia.
Com o jeito das crianças constrói-se a alegria.
Com caixas de pó de perlim-pim-pim,
que agarram nas tristezas e fazem-nas chegar ao fim.
Não é pó de bruxa, nem pode enganar.
É pó de atitude. É pó de melhorar.

Pó De Melhorar

Fuego

Youtube video  https://youtu.be/yU42IQgX6P4

Truth is stranger than fiction

Can't Hold On

Electrascene

Wish you all a great time in these times. 
This track is made on ipad with the korg gadget app.

Here’s Santa Claus

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.

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