A distorted transmission from the edge of consciousness.
“Signal Fade” opens the album like a dream glitching into reality —
deep wook-style basslines twist beneath filtered percussion and distant, echoing voices.
It feels alive but unstable; the kind of track that breathes, expands, and collapses within seconds.

The low-end vibrates like an ancient engine —
psychedelic reese morphs, analog grit, and warped stereo motion pull you into the void.
Every wobble feels like it’s searching for meaning in the noise.
No drops for the sake of hype — just tension, movement, and the hum of something awakening.

This is where the journey begins —
where True Verse loses himself in the vibration,
and the sound starts to remember his name.

Signal Fade

Retro Pulse