Sunshine

Love Me Too Well, I'll Retire Early

When someone asks, “How are you?” – and you don’t know where to begin.
Track 1 from The Human Doll – lyrics by Foss.

01 - The Denier (The Human Doll)

Bloodshot

a soft journey between small streets and big visions

Que sera

A quiet hymn for the city’s heart — where the old meets the new, and something tender still grows between. Beauty in the Ruins II drifts from whispered poetry into a folk-gospel refrain, finding grace in everything that fades.

Beauty in the ruins II

Complicity is a glitch-folk concept album about the tension within the roles people are forced to play by war.
Each track speaks through the imagined voice of a different person living through the same day — a worker, a teacher, a reporter, a clerk, a captain.
It’s an album about the everyday sounds of duty, denial, hope, and harm — and the thin line between being part of something bigger and losing touch with yourself.

the worker

An attempt to imagine something of the beauty in the horror of the music teacher who teaches his classroom of children to harmonise with the drones. 

Where do lost days go?

Red pencil, blue sky

An after-dark ritual album about the ancient power of saying what hurts before sleep. Inspired by the Kaluli “night clearing” tradition - the practice of allowing children to express any unresolved feelings or observations about the day out loud without response or fixing before sleep. These twelve glitch-folk soul songs turn confession into calm, teaching the nervous system to rest when the story finally ends.

All the Words That Weren’t Spoken

An album about the first generation born fully inside the machine.
Children of the Algorithm moves from analogue childhood into the soft glow of the digital age, capturing the moment the world changed without anyone noticing. Twelve glitch-folk songs explore memory offloading, infinite scroll lullabies, baby’s first prompt, and the quiet way technology becomes home before we learn what “home” means.
A warm, eerie journey from the weight of a word to the logic of the feed — human voices dissolving into signal, then returning.

Why are you here?

Ever feel like you've been playing quantum leap in your own life?

Where do lost days go?

Quantum me