made with garageband + live piano sample by me
cover art by me

Spiral Iris (demo)

Whiteqube - Reverse Psychology (Octophonic's 'Just Say No' Remix)

i got the wrong kind of cabbage
but it should turn out fine
the best things in life
take effort and time

we take all the spices
mix ‘em together
fermentation takes longer
in cold winter weather

we knead and knead
til the blend starts to bleed
creating the life
on which it’ll feed

we put it all away 
in it’s mason jar prison
and say a prayer together
to ward off botulism

once a week passes
it’ll all be set free
then we can enjoy
our kimchi

kimchi <3

kimchi

💐 
made with garageband
photo by Oliver Masterson (@oliverbmasterson on ig)

May (demo)

Selfish Loop

The Habituals LP

Burn

Rock | Made with ❤️ in Saarlouis
https://youtu.be/nUaPnelP3ns

Lyrics:

Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine 

I dressed up for our valentines-date 
Forgot the roses that‘s why i‘m too late 
I‘m here with you now at this special place 
But you look really sad behind your smiling face 
You say that in the past your heart was broken 
You have trust issues evil words were spoken 
I will help you when bad thoughts come over 
So promise me so promise me that you

Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine 

Don‘t you know that your eyes looks like heaven 
Don‘t you know i want you 24/7
From one to ten you are my eleven 
but you still look sad behind your smiling face 
You say your future will not look so bright 
Because your life has never been alright 
Girl i can change your blackness into white 
I‘m there for you i swear it’s true so please 

Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine
Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine

Next year is another valentines-day
You have doubts now and thats okay 
I‘m the one standing by your side
So don‘t hide and remember that you can

Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine
Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine
Call me when you are at home 
I promise you that everything 
Is gonna be alright 
‘Cause you‘re my valentine

‘Cause you‘re my valentine

Call Me When You Are At Home

a very random song that was recorded live using a guitar, harmonica, kick drum and snare

feel no pain

He’s got cone vision now
Daren’t risk dreaming
He’s got cone vision now
Am I still hearing
Those quiet questions?

He’s got cone vision now
Daren’t risk dreaming
The moon is the sky from the
Bottom of a well

Would you freeze those moments
Like mondegreen arrays
Or ascend resplendent
Through those black and white yesterdays
Are you here?
To keep it where you once
Said I won’t fear

What did you mean by all of those different words?
What did you mean by all of those different words?
What did you mean by all of those other words?
Clearly I watch in reverse

Cone Vision!

Moon Tan Talking Bass Beat

Above it all — eSTRANGEd couSINs

A dirge that breathes through ruin. Above it all is a monolithic descent into grief rendered as sound — a doom/sludge requiem tuned to Drop C and built from the wreckage of loss. Guitars crawl like rusted machinery, each chord dragging gravel and bone, soaked in tube burn and the hum of dying amps. Bass coils beneath it, slow and tectonic, shaking the floorboards with a growl that feels alive. Drums hit like falling masonry — every snare a collapse, every cymbal a hiss of dust rising.

The voice — fractured, human, and haunted — cuts through the density with raw, flesh-torn resonance. There are no choruses here, no verses to cling to. Just the pulse of grief repeating, reforming, eroding itself. The track expands like smoke inside a sealed room: crushing, meditative, unmerciful.

eSTRANGEd couSINs summon the weight of Electric Wizard, YOB, and Conan, but with something lonelier threading the cracks — the sound of loss that refuses to die. Above it all isn’t about transcendence. It’s about what you hear when the collapse finally stops echoing, and you realize you’re still breathing beneath it.

Call Me When You Are At Home

SEVENTEEN PALMS