The Cigarette Was Hers — smoke, memory, and shadows. A slow-burn track with dark lo-fi energy, hypnotic bass, and whispered tension

The Cigarette Was Hers

A dark lo-fi indie rock ballad about love collapsing into despair.
Raw guitars, husky vocals, and a haunting hook — “죽었으면 좋겠어 / wish our love was dead.”
It fades out with the whisper “무엇이었을까,” leaving nothing but silence and sorrow.

〈죽었으면 좋겠어 (The Last Call)〉는 피폐한 사랑의 끝을 그린 lo-fi indie rock ballad입니다.
느리게 울리는 마이너 코드와 거칠고 날것의 밴드 사운드, 허스키하고 절제된 보컬이 뒤엉켜 절망과 체념을 담아냅니다.
단순하고 중독적인 훅 “죽었으면 좋겠어”가 반복되며, 속삭이듯 겹쳐지는 “wish our love was dead”가 비극적인 여운을 더합니다.
브릿지에서는 전화선을 타고 들려오는 듯한 목소리가 리얼하고 먹먹한 순간을 만들어냅니다.

마지막은 “무엇이었을까”라는 속삭임으로 잦아들며, 사랑의 잔해 속 허무와 고통을 깊은 여운으로 남깁니다.

죽었으면 좋겠어 (The Last Call) Grunge ver.

A taste of the full project. This song is off my debut album "Demo/Graphic", a collection of hazy, synth-heavy tracks that are at times dark, confusing, and catchy.

Consider this your introduction.

Grab the full album for free on Bandcamp:

thatwarmblxxd.bandcamp.com/album/demo-graphic

No Discount

[Intro]
Thoughts spilling over, brains overheating
Wondering how I'm still alive and breathing
Because I'm sure I'd be dead by now
In a coffin under the tree six feet below

[Verse 1]
Instead I'm having my ninth breakdown this week
And they say "Wow you have such a nice physique"
Thanks — every time I'm having a meltdown I do 100 push ups I think
And trust me one day it's also pushing me over the brink
But it's weird because I'm still standing and still alive
Don't tell that my twelve year old self she'd do the trick with a knife

[Bridge / Interlude]
"Don't you think that's quite dark?"
No — I think I need to tell you even more side remarks:

[Verse 2]
When I was 10 I already rhymed about life and death
When I was eleven I didn’t want to put on a dress
When I was twelve I was sure that this is the end
When I was thirteen there was nothing left to spend
But I somehow made it till fourteen, still somehow alive but not well
Then I made it till fifteen, nothing more than a shell
Sixteen came around, everything was still shit
Seventeen knocked on the door, I wanted to take my last hit
And damn — we even made it to eighteen — how the fuck did that happen?
Because it's not like I wanted to stay on the wagon

[Verse 3 / Outro]
19, 20 — and suddenly I'm twenty-seven
Pretty sure I'm not going to heaven
(Probably to hell)
Well at least not so soon
Because it seems like there’s still room
To endure, to fight, to stay alive
To run, to take pride, to live till sunrise
To build up my own paradise
To endure, to fight, to stay alive
To run, to take pride, to live till sunrise
To build up my own paradise

Suno4.5

S1x F3et Und3r </Female Version>

The album opens on a still, cold space. This is the 'ambient stone'—a vast, moonlit room defined by shimmering, shadowy pads. A single, mechanical 'tick' cuts through the silence, the sound of a clock marking time in an empty world. This is the sound of stasis. Then, from the deep, a single, emotional swell awakens—a Cello, the 'self' stirring in the cold, a first hint of the story to come

Mechanical Touch

The celestial duet is shattered. 'Dull and Demanding' is the sound of the 'mechanical' world re-asserting its control. A heavy, on-grid, relentless beat—the 'machine'—takes over, interrupting the 'awakening' of the previous track. The Cello and Kalimba are no longer soaring; they are 'caged,' their melodies stuck in repetitive, 'oppressed' loops. This is the 'weight' of the present, a 'fight' where the emotional self (the Cello) must 'persist' and push back against the "dull and demanding" loop.

Dull and Demanding

The 'adrift' float has ended. We are no longer moving, but have arrived, suspended in a new stillness. But this stillness is not silent. This is 'A Hum Draped in Shadows.' A beatless, tense interlude, the track is the sound of an unanswered question. The Cello 'shivers' with a long, dissonant, 'shadowy' hum, while the Kalimba echoes like a ghost in the dark. This is the 'hum' we've been chasing, a mysterious and uneasy 'calm before the storm.

A Hum Draped in Shadows

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Track 8 off The Dystopian Dilemma LP. Drops 12/18/25.

Follow @thatwarmblxxd everywhere to watch it unfold. Video snippets on Facebook and Instagram.

Pre-order: https://thatwarmblxxd.bandcamp.com/album/the-dystopian-dilemma

Tunnels Under Metrogenera

linsten track on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/1xEoQqH1pAkvxq23e8obaj?si=m2l0Ej62RISwz4S5kOaY9Q
my social networks - https://hoo.be/omoomo

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THATWARMBLXXD // Synth-heavy electronic music from Flint, MI. Built with analog sound from the ground up with a DAWless workflow creating a unique sound that is catchy, yet difficult to categorize. A warm chaotic blend of lo-fi, dark hip-hop, synthwave, dark electronica, and trip-hop. The soundtrack to a night drive in a hazy digital fog.

He is also the founder of Blind Owl Underground, an art project that pioneered artistic photography in urban exploration.

I am just a bored person experimenting with today's technology while processing my past and present.

moozi(無知)
IG: @moozi_muzic
Youtube: @moozi_muzic

moozi comes from “무지 (無知),” a Korean word for “not knowing.”
But to me, it’s more about the feelings we can’t hide—loving too much, missing too much, living with too much heart.
These songs are little snapshots of city life, soft voices for quiet nights, and comfort for anyone who needs it.

‘모른다’는 뜻. 
저에겐 무지가 곧 숨길 수 없는 감정—
무지하게 사랑하고, 보고 싶고, 살아가고 싶은 마음입니다.
제 음악이 누군가의 삶에 작은 위로가 된다면 그것만으로 충분합니다.

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