Hey, you know this TikTok’s with those couples who do cute stuff together? Yeah, could you kill them? ~ Adam Driver

goodbye, I love you, I'll never believe you again, we're(while) walking away for a long long long long time

Close your eyes and rest. Don't blame me if they won't open again... wait, didn't I warn of that before? Sometime long ago... keep scrolling down and you will see

this sounds like what would be playing over the sounds of a violent murder in a bugged out movie

Liminal

No Love In The House Of Gold - overpopulation at the end of everything is less of a worry haha

A remembrance in sound

Psych Ward Victory is more than a collection of songs — it's a reflection, a rebellion, and ultimately, a redemption.

This album remembers a painful betrayal that spiraled into an involuntary commitment, silenced psychiatry abuse, and a long period of hidden struggle. It’s a sonic memoir of surviving manipulation, isolation, and institutional abuse — but it’s also about the quiet, powerful moments of hope and the people who bring light in the darkest hours.

At the heart of this remembrance is Mariya, a Russian American medical nurse whose kindness and courage carried me through what felt like impossible times. Some said she wasn't real — “too good to be true,” or "Where is this hospital?" they said. Only Rev. Nigel, another very important person in my life, ever met her face-to-face. But whether real, imagined for others, Mariya's presence changed my life. And really, what matters is not what’s “real” for others, but what brings us healing.

The tracks on this informal album come from many old pieces I never thought would see the light. They blend individual harmonies from an arrangement called Ikanaide, emotional echoes from an old original piece called La Vie en Hors de Prix, and electronic textures that carry pain, rebellion, and eventual peace. This isn’t a clean story — it’s a collage, just like memory, just like recovery.

It’s not about labeling people as good or bad, or untangling intentions. What matters is to remember those beautiful moments, the ones where unexpected people offered help in times of chaos — and that sometimes, the most real things are those we cannot explain. 

I will write more in my future blog...

What Is Going On

The Caretaker, "Libet's Delay"

midnight, the stars, and you

stale cupcakes

https://cryochamber.bandcamp.com/album/the-foundations-of-ruin

Dead Melodies is back with his second album on Cryo Chamber, The Foundations of Ruin. Following on from his last album, Legends of the Wood we return to the isle of mist and dig deeper into the narrative. 

"The wrought iron gate creaks open to the overgrown driveway. Up ahead, flickers of lightning make out the hazy silhouette of a large house veiled in a dense fog. Shelter! Finally, somewhere to rest your head after that terrifying ordeal in the wood. 

The house, a ruinous crumbling remnant of better days stands lonesome in the unruly grounds; like a keeper bestowed with time itself. An ornate wooden door hangs broken on its hinge, the windows cracked and vines creep wildly from every crevice like tendrils from the netherworld. Something definitely feels wrong here, but with hours till dawn and the relentless storm wailing through the surrounding trees, the will to survive the night defeats all reason to fear this shady forgotten sanctuary. 

Stepping inside the once stately ruin, the great hall teems with decay and an age of sedimentary dust covers every surface; any remnants of life that once knew this place are long gone. Doors and stairwells stem off in all directions. With a creaking silence and a deathly stillness consuming the air, you contemplate which way to go. But then, a noise… is someone there? The temperature drops and a familiar chill runs down your spine…." 

Recommended for fans of soundtrack like experiences and cinematic dark ambient.

The Foundations of Ruin

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Dead Melodies - Lonesome Halls of Ruin

Mount Shrine (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) serves us a warm and inviting ambient album. 

Rain pounds the temple as you look out across snowy mountains from a lotus position. A wet furred hare seeks refuge beside you, curious about the kettle of hot tea that rests at your side. 

A distress call led you here, transmitted to a frequency on your Ham radio. The journey here was long and filled with majestic sights. Isolated villages, melting snow in forgotten valleys, the robed order of the silent all calmed your mind. The rolling fog followed you every step of the way to enlightenment. 

Recommended for lovers of subtle field recordings and sleep ambient. Warm, inviting and atmospheric. Best enjoyed with a cup of hot beverage on a rainy day.

Winter Restlessness

Mount Shrine - Lifeless Indoors

The Caretaker - Drifting Time Misplaced

C418- Chirp V A P O R W A V E

The Starwheel

A Room Between the Rooms

Everywhere at the end of time

F7 - Libet delay

Yume 2kki - Abandoned Apartments

The Caretaker conjures a quieter, more introspective spirit, lost in his own mind amidst a low-lit labyrinth of ever-decaying and antediluvian shellac phrases. Sourced from a mysterious collection of 78s, these vague snippets of archaic sonics reflect the ability of Alzheimers patients to recall the songs of their past, and with them recollections of places, people, moods and sensations.

01 - All you are going to want to do is get back there

04 - Libet's delay

Windows 96 Deep Swim Slowed And Reverbed

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