Between broken pop and a distant dream - avant pop ᴬᴿᵀ⁺ᴾᴿᴼᴰ. ᴰᴹᴳᴮᴼᴵ ©
Art by KIMO ©

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A spectral collection of songs suspended between memory and absence. Quiet moments like this don't exist - drifts through dark dream pop, ethereal soundscapes, and ghostly lullabies, blending fragile vocals with reverb-soaked textures, sparse piano, strings, and ambient synths. Each track is a whispered confession from rooms long abandoned, church halls left in shadow, and gardens that bloom with quiet lies. Inspired by the haunted intimacy of Beach House, the spectral minimalism of Grouper, and the cinematic melancholy of M83, this album invites you to linger where longing and silence converge.

Everything Left Unsaid

The Grove

Your name a ghost

Overcome

Fading into Quiet Grace

Where The Ghosts Come In

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Numbers Directive

SECOND SKIN — new single by Itay Richter
A cinematic pop track blending emotional vocals, bold fashion energy, and unapologetic storytelling.

🎧 Written & performed by Itay Richter
💫 Produced by Lior Avramov
📸 Visuals by Cult Experience
Watch the video → https://youtu.be/41paJ6uHmZg

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/itay.richter.music/
TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@itay.richter
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/7cTEX9giBzneyvUEsNkBta

Lyrics:
You whispered walls, but I heard the sky,
Traced my escape in the lines of a sigh.
The ground gave way, but I never fell,
Now I’m walking roads you’ll never tell

Caught in the silence, but I won’t stay,
You tried to lock me in, I slipped away.
Pulled back the curtain, and there—voilà,
Now I’m walking free, yeah, Ooh la la la la.

I came out stronger, I’m standing tall,
Learned how to rise every time I’d fall.
Turned every lie into power and pride,
No longer broken, can’t be denied.

The light I carry won’t ever fade,
Every mark a story of battles played.
I forged my strength from the storm within,
Now I wear the stars like second skin.
Woah Woah, like second skin.

You built the storm, but I didn’t bend,
Found my own way, I don’t need to pretend.
Through every shadow, I held my ground,
Now I rise, steady and sound.

The chains you set were just threads to break,
I turned your limits into paths I’d take.
What you hid away, I let it shine,
Now every step I take is mine, mine, mine!

I came out stronger, I’m standing tall,
Learned how to rise every time I’d fall.
Turned every lie into power and pride,
No longer broken, can’t be denied.

The light I carry won’t ever fade,
Every mark a story of battles played.
I forged my strength from the storm within,
Now I wear the stars like second skin.
Woah Woah, like second skin.

Fire grows beneath the ground,
Loss becomes something found.
No chains hold what will rise,
I own the sky, watch me fly.
📍 #DarkPop #Pop #ItayRichter #NewMusic

Second Skin

“stoned at the art museum" is an electronic exploration of the space between understanding and complete disillusionment... Inspired by the frustration of walking into a museum and confronting art that resists comprehension.
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LYRICS:
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red
blue
split
Sputtering
hum-ming
air
crackling
meaning leaks out
like broken light
staring at the nothingness

anger-
at the colors
what's in that gap…

What lives in the rift?
What lives in the rift?

a canvas shouts
in silent bursts
brushstrokes argue
I crane my neck

I want to love
but feel ashamed
the art is living
but I’m dead

wrong
wrong 
beauty

What's the matter with these pictures?

the walls are holy
the art is void
the colors breathe
but I’m way too annoyed
I touch the edge
of what I miss
I fall into
the artlessness

the only thing we know is nothing
because we live in the rift of understanding
bask in the fury of not having 
any of the answers
feel the ache in-between your spine

I walk the halls
skin buzzing wrong
the colors bleed
a broken song

I want to smash
what art won’t reveal
I want to kneel
to know that I can feel

Rift…
Stupid rift

Swallow me whole…

red burns heaven
blue chills hell
the seam between
is where we dwell
I’m drawn to fury
lines sculpted thin
the truth won’t start
until I finally step in

let irritation be my guide
let confusion split me wide

let the rift repaint my eyes
I won’t emerge the same size...

millions whisper
one word only

millions breathing
one breath only

too quiet to exist
Mmm

millions whisper
one word only...
millions breathing
one breath only...
too quiet to exist
Mmm

Melt in the glory
of not knowing

Comprehend the rift…

as it splits me

The only truth I feel
-is nothing

And the nothing
-feels like art

Feels like art

I feel like art

I might be art

We Are Art

Rift…
We live 
In the rift

We live in the rift

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stoned at the art museum (what lives in the rift?)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Singer • Songwriter • Based in Tel Aviv, Israel.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


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𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦 ✶ 𝘕𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘈𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵-𝘗𝘰𝘱 ✶ 𝘎𝘍𝘠𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘌𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘦 ✶ 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘱

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