I really love the vocals hear! Such great tone and emotion :D

This album calls out that which is meant to destroy us. Ourselves. Our species thinks of itself as the master of creation. Invincible. Inevitable. We couldn't be further from the truth. Eventually, we all lose sight of reality and fade as shades haunting the past and echoing our mournful songs into the future to ignorant unhearing ears. This is the Fourth and Final Horseman. The Horseman of Death.

The Moonlight Sessions

First of the remixes by https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant The Bawl Slant, giving some extra energy and dynamics to "Your Body" from my latest Post Dead Pop album.

Your Body

From the Fear of Muzak album 'After Faze Hokum' released on the Beauty and Disgust net label. https://beautyanddisgust.bandcamp.com/album/after-faze-hokum Some background on the songwriting is included for the curious listener (press the show more tab).

Music composed by The Fear Of Muzak:
Andrew James, Justin Paton & Mark Paton 

SLEEP TIGHT (words by Andrew)
Andrew - Voice, drums & synthesiser
Justin - Guitar, bass & synthesiser
Mark - Keyboards 

Sleep Tight: You can't live in the Fear of Muzak world forever. At some point, you have to stop playing the album and go back to your normal life. This imagines what it might be like to leave the world of musical intoxication for the everyday mundanity.

Sleep Tight (2022)

From a recording of an empty water tank: https://freesound.org/people/gokalp_gonen/sounds/640563/

Metal Study #21

May do a stripped or acoustic version later.

Glow

Electrogroove

I made the track
He gave it life with his astounding voice

Vertigo

Finding My Way ( collab DRUID 667)

Ashes

1983 Timothy B. Schmit(Eagles,the USA)
Actress   Sayuri Yoshinaga

So Much In Love (cover / Timothy B. Schmit)

The Crocodile

Automation - ZX81

The Fool's Parade

I Wanna Live Forever

25/August/2023

Wondered

Every time I loved someone
They faded away, like the setting sun
Every time, I was left alone
Talking to shadows, holding the phone


Now all I’m gonna carry through
Is how my world feel when I'm with you
The laughter we have, the nights we share
A strong love that flows in the air


I don’t wanna understand
How to live without your hand
You’re the spark that lights my skies
You’re the truth that kills the lies
Feels like losing the air I breathe
Like the floor is gone beneath
And I’m falling, falling slow
Where you are is where I’ll go


It feels so right in this moment here
I’m lost in your voice, the sound I hear
Don’t want the morning to steal this light
Don’t want the silence to own the night


And I know it sounds insane
But without you, I’m not the same
Every second that you’re near
Is a life I want to keep clear


I don’t wanna understand
How to live without your hand
You’re the spark that lights my skies
You’re the truth that kills the lies
Feels like losing the air I breathe
Like the floor is gone beneath
And I’m falling, falling slow
Where you are is where I’ll go


Maybe this is just the way
Destiny decides to play
But if our stars aligned tonight
I’d hold you close and never fight


I don’t want to live without you
No… I don’t
Where you are… is where I’ll go

I don’t want to live without you

Original Mix by https://soundcloud.com/fatpockets/senor-suavemente
Jerry Lochman(Guitars) ... https://soundcloud.com/time2cclear
Dan Monroe(Bass & Mix) ... https://soundcloud.com/fatpockets
Vocal ..Teddy the Beer - Bien Dans Mon Époqueh  https://soundcloud.com/teddythebeer
Dave Money ......... percussion & Remix

Lochman & Fat Pockets - Señor Suavemente ( ft Teddy the Beer ) (Fantasy Club remix)

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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The Crocodile

Prophet of End Times

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