Sons of Stilgar- Kwisatz Haderach

"Clown on the bus", un étrange petit clown maladroit et penché sur la bouteille qui s'émerveille de fait simple comme prendre le bus! Une véritable différence de vie un peu toquée qui ne fait pas l'unanimité dans un monde bien trop rangé mais au bout du compte tout ce qu'il veut, c'est un peu d'amour.

"Clown on the bus," a strange little clown, clumsy and leaning on his bottle, marvels at simple acts like taking the bus! A truly quirky way of life that stands out in a world far too orderly, but in the end, all he wants is a little love.

Clown On the Bus



Aux confins du marais et du fuzz, Coypu Fuzz invoque les esprits de l’estuaire de la gironde dans cette première offrande sonore. "Dawn of the Coypu" capture l’essence brute du trio : une captation live, sans artifices, où la fièvre du stoner se mêle aux légendes des eaux troubles.

Entre crues dévastatrices, sorcières du marais et rites secrets des coypus, ces quatre morceaux tissent une trame à la fois lourde et envoûtante. La basse vibre comme un courant sous-marin, la batterie résonne comme un orage sur les vignes, et la guitare fuzz transcende les brumes épaisses de la vergne.

Un stoner humide, un power trio de coteaux, une immersion dans un univers où le rock invoque la nature et ses forces anciennes.


Swamp Witch

Coypu Cult

Flood

Miss Estuary

In the quiet of the night,
Where shadows blend and flicker,
We walk the paths unseen,
With dreams that burn like embers.

O' gather 'round ye midnight creatures,
Open doors where once stood stages.
We sing our songs in the dark,
Embracing the light of our own pages.

We wear our scars like crowns,
In the darkness, we find grace.
No more hiding from the frowns,
In our hearts, we carve our space.

O' gather 'round ye midnight creatures,
Open doors where once stood stages.
We sing our songs in the dark,
Embracing the light of our own pages.

They call us lost, they call us strange,
But in this realm, we’re free to change.
We’ll dance beneath the stars above,
A tapestry of truth and love.

O' gather 'round ye midnight creatures,
Open doors where once stood stages.
We sing our songs in the dark,
Embracing the light of our own pages.

So let the world forget our names,
We’ll write our story, break the chains.
In the night, we find our way,
Midnight creatures, here to stay.

Midnight Creatures

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“ Strange Beyond The Haze “ fuses the immersive depth of psychedelic rock with the precision and pulse of electronic music, creating expansive sonic journeys that explore the edges of consciousness. Their sound is rooted in hypnotic grooves, swirling analog synths, and textured guitar layers—each track unfolding like a ritual or vision quest. Lyrically,  “SBTH” draws from ancient wisdom traditions, mysticism, and esoteric philosophy, weaving themes of transformation, cosmic cycles, and inner awakening into their compositions. With a blend of analog warmth and digital atmosphere, their music evokes both the timeless and the futuristic, inviting listeners into realms where the spiritual and the sonic collide.

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