If I Needed You

An Unfilled Void

eddyoffline wicked one time
you hear this mother fucker shred
cover of Howling Wolf Killing Floor

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Howling Wolf  KILLING FLOOR eddyoffline N Junez Bombastic mix

Feeling Raw

Cara Mia

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Art Work by Peggy Marco

Some Of My....

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Original song and lyrics by Wildsilences. Find her amazing music above! Song built from I lost you and coffin to coffin, dark to dark by Wildsilences
Production and backing vocals by Şunrise and ŞeoulŞtreet
Artwork of SeoulStreetTattooParty by April 6/15

ŁøşțŶöů<ïņ>ŤħëÇöffïņŤöĎäřķ- Wildsilences (Feat. ŞëøůļŞțřëėț)

🚀 Cosmic Voyage 🚀

Dive into a mind-bending journey through sound with this psychedelic EDM masterpiece. Blending ethereal melodies, pulsating basslines, and other worldly textures, this track transports you into a realm of cosmic exploration and spiritual awakening. Perfect for late- night drives, meditation sessions, or losing yourself on the dance floor. This Song is your tiecket to a trippy, transcendent experience.

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Release date:
27 Dec  2025

The Problem Attic's Sacral Scent

Quantum pop artists The $cience are back with their newest tune, Lottery Ticket. 

Looking to win the lottery? The secret? You probably already did. 😘

Lyrics:
Played the Super 7 and 6-49
But it turns out I was wasting my time
‘Cause there’s only one way to win
Turn it all back within

Ooh, luck’s got nothing to do with it
I am the lottery
Lottery ticket, yeah

Lottery ticket

Found my lucky number written inside
In my DNA and polypeptides
The mysterious code of life
Given by my spirit guides

Somewhere deep in the mountains
On the breeze if you’re listening
You’ll hear them calling out bingo
Come on jackpot, let’s go

Ooh, luck’s got nothing to do with it
I am the lottery
Lottery ticket, yeah
Lottery ticket

Ooh, when they ask what’s your secret
I say I am the lottery
Lottery ticket, yeah

Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket

La da da dee
La da da dee
I won the lottery

Oh yeah, it’s me
I found the key
I won the lottery

La da da dee
La da da dee
I won the lottery

Oh yeah, it’s me
I found the key
I won the lottery

Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket
Lottery ticket

Lottery Ticket

The $cience - Lottery Ticket

Powerful electronic music for action moments.

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Photo courtesy of Vicki Hamilton (flutie8211)

The Blur of Days

Welcome to The Fermentation Cycle – a 1940s industrial-noir duology told as a slow-burn audio experience.

Every day I drop a new chapter with its own lofi score running through a crackling 1940s radio: low drums, hiss, distant horns, machinery in the walls. You’re not just reading a book – you’re inside a failing dockside brewery, listening to the pipes, the ledgers, and the rats under the floor.

Book I follows The Violet Boar, a once-powerful brewery in a corrupt coastal city, held together by heat, debt, queer love, and bad decisions. It’s adult, cerebral, immersive: pressure, politics, undercity tunnels, rat “choirs,” and a city that launders violence into paperwork.

Start at the Prologue and move forward a chapter a day, or let the playlist run like a haunted late-night radio station.

🔧 Tone: harsh 1940s noir, queer, anti-capitalist, psychological, slow escalation
🎧 Sound: lofi, tape-hiss, radio crackle, industrial ambience
📚 Project: The Fermentation Cycle Duology – The Violet Boar & Rats

The Fermentation Cycle is an adult industrial-noir duology set in 1940s Brineford, where Dockstring Ward runs on steam, rumor, and the kind of “civic” language that ruins people with clean hands.
At its center squats the Violet Boar Brewery, a once-proud Kiln now being slurred as a Loom, sweating heat and debt into the street like a confession.
Elara Wexley inherits the place and its failures, walking under a city that keeps score even when it pretends it doesn’t.
Every pipe, ledger mark, and shipment becomes leverage in a quiet war between rival breweries, supply yards, and the polite enforcers who call it regulation.
The Ward itself is a chorus — bars, docks, backrooms, and watchers — deciding what the Boar is worth, and what Elara is allowed to be.
Below the surface, the undercity’s layered infrastructure and rat-choir ecology mirror the city’s neglect: history stacked like rot you can’t fully scrub.
The story turns pressure into plot: money, heat, reputation, and intimacy all pushing until something breaks and the break changes the map.
It’s harsh, cinematic, and funny in the dark, obsessed with inheritance, survival, and the cost of naming what’s really happening.

The Problem Attic's Sacral Scent

Raquel Fischer