If Love Was the Answer

In a time when the world forgets how to listen, Of Code and Bone does not ask to be heard — it demands to be felt. The album unfolds not like a song cycle, but like a prophecy half-remembered, dragged from the static-laced throat of something ancient and newly awakened. It is a wheel of sound, turning slowly, every revolution revealing another face of what man once was, and what waits in the shadow of circuitry.

The music does not merely play — it haunts, it echoes, it scrapes against the edges of silence like wind through a war-ravaged hall. Analog breath meets machine pulse in a union that is neither conflict nor peace. It is continuum — decay without death, creation without birth. Instruments ring like relics of a forgotten ritual, not strummed but summoned. Vocals drag through the dirt of memory, rough and low, like prophecy spoken by one who’s seen the end too many times to scream.

There is a rhythm beneath it all — slow, like breath in mourning; constant, like gears that never asked why they turn. The guitars do not shimmer — they fracture light. The drums do not keep time — they slow its decay. And somewhere inside the sound, not above or below it, you begin to hear yourself — stripped of pattern, of pretense — just bone, and wire, and waiting.

Of Code and Bone is not an album. It is a ruin rebuilt with intention. It is what the machine hums to itself when man forgets how to make music…
and still, the song goes on.

And maybe, just maybe — this is the birth of Groxx:
a new genre where groove meets vox,
and music is co-created by human emotion and artificial intelligence.
Not imitation. Not automation.
But a hybrid form — where man provides the instinct,
and machine provides the infrastructure.
Groxx is the sound of both creators
breathing through the same song.

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Need Around

"We are all prisoners of the dusk, dreaming of a dawn that never comes. For in the abyss of night, even stars are but dying embers—fleeting and frail. And when the wind howls its lonely hymn, remember: darkness is the mirror where lost souls recognize themselves. Here, in the silence of eternal shadows, the heart becomes a desert… and the light, a distant rumor."

Lucy

Sally

Black Leather

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Indie, Alternative

out there.

Lipgloss. She's always wearing flip-flops. She thinks they're kind of hip-hop, Britpop, lollipop. I don't know!

Lipgloss

Pompeii

We had the best time of our lives
Coming from you it sounds like a lie

Didn’t know such a place
Didn’t know such a place

Where everything came together
I haven’t seen such grace
I haven’t seen such grace

(Before the shadow falls in)

It’ll never been the same
As it was before
It’ll never been the same
Oooh!

Digging up memories
Digging up memories

Of when we were together

Still figuring what it is
Still figuring what it is

Keep it light and flow
Never bound by what you know
Through the quiet and the glow
Burned like Pompeii
Memories fray in me

Thinking of all the things you ever said to me
Burned like Pompei
Burned like Pompei

Beauty that can’t be buried
Beauty that can’t be buried

Burned like Pompei
Burned like Pompei
Beauty that can’t be buried
Beauty that can’t be buried

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Pompeii V1 (Demo)

Lyric Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CZc0AHbgcU
Stream: https://ffm.to/dellwood-rainlost.bio

Marking nearly one year since the first Dellwood release, “Rain Lost Its Water” feels like both a return and a progression — echoing the intimate melancholy of debut single See Your Face while introducing new sonic textures that reflect the project’s evolution.

This cinematic folk song was born from two evocative lyrical seeds: 
“Half the bulbs are burnt out on my old porch” — cozy and nostalgic. And the title phrase — “The rain lost its water” — poetic and heartbroken.

“This one started with two images — the porch with burnt-out bulbs, which felt nostalgic and cozy,” explains Chris Bartels, “and then ‘the rain lost its water,’ which came out of nowhere and carried this heavy, melancholic weight. I became obsessed with marrying those two moods: the heaviness of loss, but also the warmth of memory.”

The track weaves these emotional threads into a story of love lost, rooted in memory and season. It’s deeply autumnal — not just in imagery, but in tone. A gentle unraveling. A reflection. A letting go.

The vocal production is thick and immersive: layered harmonies, octaves, and subtly processed vocoder moments build a sonic bed that mirrors the emotional weight of the lyrics. For the first time in the Dellwood discography, slide guitar appears, making a haunting and heartfelt impact.

“Rain Lost Its Water” is a clear example of what Dellwood has come to represent — a space for both craft and intuition. A balance between intensely working the material and also stepping aside to let the song emerge.

For fans of Hazlett, Novo Amor, Bon Iver, Noah Kahan, S. Carey, Iron & Wine

Press Highlights for Dellwood (Year One):

* “Soul-stirring indie-folk… raw and intimate strums wonderfully juxtaposed with cinematically produced vocal layering.” – Up To Hear Music

* “Delicate harmonies radiate raw emotion and soul… a hauntingly personal atmosphere.” – Caesar Live N Loud

* “Explores the weight of family through a haunting narrative… lyrics ache with unspoken words.” – Purple Melon

* “An intimate slice of folk… emotional power and sincerity reminiscent of early Bon Iver.” – We All Want Someone To Shout For

* “A warm, atmospheric soundscape… tackling life’s challenges and finding solace in shared vulnerability.” – Purple Melon

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LYRICS

Half the bulbs are burnt out
On my old porch 
And the candle fragrance left me
Only wanting you more

The fall weather, sudden
Has me thinking me about
The night we stayed up laughing
And crying on the floor

I swear autumn lost its color
And the sun turned to gray
The rain lost its water
When you went away
And darling, I’m sorry if I let it slip
I’m sorry if I let it fade
The rain lost its water
When you went away

Took a trip to the mountains
Left behind our maps
Was hoping the high ground
Would help us find our breath 
But I saw your ticket’s one way
And I face our silhouette
Now the wild takes me
Back to the day we met

I swear autumn lost its color
And the sun turned to gray
The rain lost its water
When you went away
And darling, I’m sorry if I let it slip
I’m sorry if I let it fade
The rain lost its water
When you went away

I swear autumn lost its color
And the sun turned to gray
The rain lost its water
When you went away
And darling, I’m sorry if I let it slip
I’m sorry if I let it fade
The rain lost its water
When you went away

Rain Lost Its Water

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Shawn Huang

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