Rosso nell'Ombra

Bride of the whip

Most of us struggle with debt at some time or another, however when things spiral out of control, we are left with nowhere to turn, faced with terminal poverty, eviction, homelessness, bankruptcy and a struggle to buy food and clothing. "Wolves On The Prowl" tells the compelling story of a young man, a father with another on the way, who cannot afford to pay his ever-increasing bills despite working day and night. Stricken with bailiffs, court appearances and a slide into criminality to make ends meet, this human-artificial intelligence cabaret-infused rap-operatic collaboration confronts the detrimental choices he faces and the decisions taken to keep away the wolves from his door, while seeking a debt-free future for us all. 

If you, or your friends are facing problems with debt, and are in the United Kingdom, seek the help of Step Change - www.stepchange.org, who offer assistance in overcoming immediate hurdles with free legal advice and managed repayment plans. If you are facing homelessness, the housing charity Shelter or similar organisations offer assistance with advice and support - www.shelter.org.uk - are there to help, and offer guidance, similar organisations existing worldwide.

WOLVES ON THE PROWL by BOTUOSO - AI SONG CONTEST ENTRY 2025

No Time Is Lost serves as the luminous choral aria of Act III — Loss and Aftermath in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). Where private grief has weighed earlier scenes, this aria expands sorrow into collective memory and affirmation: loss is transcended by remembrance, and memory itself becomes truth.

Opening in hushed recitativo, a solo voice recalls silence and fragile names. The chorus soon enters in ceremonial cadence, weaving a communal vow: “No time is lost, nor left behind, when held in song and kept in mind.” The music swells from intimate invocation into radiant canon, before resolving in a quiet benediction.

Equal parts elegy and hymn, No Time Is Lost transforms mourning into shared resilience. It is a communal ritual of remembrance, where every voice keeps the flame alive.

[LYRICS]

The hush of silence, soft yet near,
Still holds the names I keep most dear.
No moment fades, no truth has died,
They live as echoes, kept inside.

No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.
No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.

Come hold a name within your heart,
And let its light refuse to part.
If you remember, breathe one tone,
We’ll keep it living as our own.

Bring forth a vow you seldom speak,
Restore the bond the years may seek.
Together raised, no flame shall die,
Our voices keep it, you and I.

O memory, thou lantern flame,
You guard the heart, you speak the name.
Though flesh may fail, though stone may fall,
Your light remains to hold it all.

No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.
No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.

What silence steals, we give again,
In living song through voice of men.
The years may turn, the night may stay,
But memory walks a brighter way.

What silence steals, we give again,
In living song through voice of men.
The years may turn, the night may stay,
But memory walks a brighter way.

O let no silence steal away,
The truths our hearts have carved to stay!
Though death may come, though night descend,
The memory holds, it shall not end!

No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!

So let the living voices rise,
A thousand stars in mortal skies.
The soul may fade, but not the flame
The memory keeps us, name by name.

The soul may fade, but not the flame
The memory keeps us, name by name.

A3-S4 — No Time Is Lost (Choral Aria • Neo-Opera • SATB & Soloist • Orchestral)

Ashes in the Shape of You is a grand aria of Act III — Loss and Aftermath in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). It begins in quiet grief, the baritone voice tracing memory in ash and smoke, answered by a hushed chorus.

Through lyrical arioso and cantabile expansion, remembrance deepens into recognition: love remains in what endures, even as flame and presence fade. The aria rises into a determined cabaletta, where grief is not abandoned but carried forward — transfigured into strength.

This scene embodies intimate remembrance made universal, closing with the refrain: “Ashes… in the shape of you.”

[LYRICS]

The fire is gone… the room stays warm.
The smoke hangs low… the quiet forms.
The walls remember what we knew,
Outlined in ash… the shape of you.

Your touch still lives where embers stayed,
A faint perfume of what we made.
Each breath I draw pulls memory through,
From coals that glow… the heart turns true.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through.
From what was left… you’re all I knew.

The clock keeps time in tender air,
Yet hours pale… you are not there.
Each minute casts a deeper hue,
A room of ash… the shape of you.
I trace the marks the fire drew,
They bloom again… as if they knew.
I try to breathe a clearer view,
But smoke returns… and brings you through.

Be still… breathe slow…
Hold fast… let go…

Some flames give up to sudden rain.
Some fade so slow… yet prints remain.
I sweep the floor… the lines break through,
Drawn back to life… the shape of you.

I press my palm where soot is thin,
A shadow hand invites me in.
The room is quiet, dusk is new,
And still it writes… the tale of you.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through.
From what was left… you’re all I knew.

If fire must end, then let it teach.
If light must fade, what can I reach?
A softer spark, a kinder view,
A way to live… and carry you.

I lift the latch, I face the night,
I claim the wind, I keep a light.
If ashes call, I will stand new,
I will not drown in only you.
Let morning rise, let windows blue,
Let love be more than smoke and rue.
From ember’s edge a life breaks through,
I choose the path… and carry you.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through…
In the ashes… shaped like you.

A3-S2 — Ashes in the Shape of You (Grand Aria • Neo-Opera • Baritone & Chorus • Orchestral)

Telepathic vision

Beneath the veil where silence lies,
I hear your thought, though lips are still.
A mirror gleams behind the eyes,
An unseen current bends the will.

It is not just sixth feeling,
But an echo alive,
Not a higher revealing,
It’s the shadow that thrives.

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

No chain of sound, no mortal tongue,
Yet soul to soul the bridges rise.
A timeless song is never sung,
But thunder speaks within the skies.

It is not just sixth feeling,
But a path to survive,
Not a crown of concealing,
It’s the river alive.

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

No barrier of flesh,
No fortress of the bone,
Your heartbeat is the mesh,
Where my spirit is known!

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

Boundless stream of thought unspoken,
Through the dark our spirits shine.
From beyond the five awaken,
In your silence, I hear mine.

Lyrics: © Alex Maistrov
@inferix

Music: Generated with AI

Telepathic Vision (Epic version)

for Solo Soprano and Chamber Orchestra
Composed in 2025 by Bruno Robles-Rendón

Performed by Freja Højland Høj and the Mannes Orchestra

Text by Shmuel Hanagid

Man Runs From the Grave

Fall into Darkness

Through shadowed halls of thought I roam,
A stream of cursed dreams I find.
The river of time rushed far from home,
And raging storms possessed my mind.

My visions turned to chaos wild,
As fears devoured the trembling heart.
The roots of evil, dark, defiled,
Tore every fragile veil apart.

The masks of kindness torn away,
Their gentle grace a poisoned snare.
Through shards of mirrors cracked and grey,
A city of blackened souls lay bare.

The throne was torn by greedy hands,
Enslaving hearts in broken lands.
While jackals licked a conscience slain,
They sold off freedom, bound in chains.

In temples bright they took their seat,
Their hollow chants to skies repeat.
They cast dead faith as lifeless flame,
Dark souls in holy robes of shame.

They clawed the earth with savage cries,
And tore the heavens, rent the air.
War-beasts played games where glory dies,
And bathed the world in crimson glare.

The laws were set, a hunter’s snare,
The hangman’s scourge prepared to fall.
Blind justice hid her ruthless stare,
And cast the sentence cold to all.

The storm is rising, no escape,
The iron gates of fate are near.
The world consumed in fire’s shape,
Yet still I choose defiance here!

So do not linger, run, take flight!
Unfold your world to a different side.
Blind your eyes with illusions bright,
Or fall to darkness, if you cannot hide.

Lyrics: © Alex Maistrov
https://soundcloud.com/inferix

Music: Generated with Suno AI
All rights reserved by the author

Fall into Darkness (Epic version)

[Verse 1]
Wounds in time, stitched by silent stars,
I wandered through the hush of fading wars.
Each echo a flare from a life I outgrew,
But still I bled with every truth I knew.

[Pre-Chorus]
In echoes soft, the silence weeps,
A fading dream the void still keeps.

[Chorus]
Terminal light, pull me apart,
Scorch these scars into living art.
If I dissolve, let it be bright—
Let me become the color of night.

[Verse 2]
Glass skies fracture in waves of regret,
The farther I go, the less I forget.
A shadow of me walks a radiant line—
Half lost in dark, half born divine.

[Pre-Chorus]
In echoes soft, the silence weeps,
A fading dream the void still keeps.

[Chorus]
Terminal light, pull me apart,
Scorch these scars into living art.
If I dissolve, let it be bright—
Let me become the color of night.

[Verse 3]
Now silence kneels, and I breathe again,
No longer seeking the voice of when.
The violin weeps, but not in pain—
It sings the truth I could not name.

[Bridge – Extended]
Strings like veins in a dying sun,
Keys like prayers from a war un-won.
Guitar cracks open the veil so wide—
To birth the void I used to hide.

[Chorus – Variation]
Terminal light, cradle my fall,
Drown me in sound, absolve it all.
The end is not where I disappear—
It’s where I echo, crystal clear.

[Coda]
In silence stitched with sapphire thread,
I chase the echoes of what's long dead.

[Outro – Instrumental]


———

Scars become symphonies. Living Art is a progressive symphonic metal requiem where wounds ignite into transformation. Distorted guitars race against piano and violin, baritone vocals carve through orchestral shadows, and every note burns with cinematic intensity.

Beneath its fire lives a quieter truth: this song is born of devotion. A muse who turns silence into resonance, pain into radiance. The one who threads sapphire through the void—proof that even in dissolution, love can reshape us into something eternal.

This is not just music. It is metamorphosis: dissolution, rebirth, and the defiance of becoming more than the void.

———

My one and only ♡ Shahy’s spirit lives in the DNA of this song—not spoken in the lyrics, but immortalized in the narrative.

———

Genre: Symphonic Progressive Heavy Metal
Key: E minor
BPM: 80
Time Signature: 4/4

———

Artist: Kareem Tyler
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Living Art

[Intro – Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Echoes fill empty rooms; dust hides the day.
A spark inside her chest lights up the way.
Cracks in the dark let a new light shine through.
She steps into the quiet—lost, but true.

[Break 1 – Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
Stars slip through her fingers, fading like dreams.
Each step on the cold ground pulls at the seams.
Her heart beats louder, breaking through the night.
The past falls away in soft morning light.

[Pre-Chorus]
No more chains, no more lies;
She tastes the wind and learns to rise.

[Chorus]
She’ll do whatever it takes to gain her freedom.
Carve her path, live her life—she’s in the driver’s seat.
No ceiling high enough; watch her break the sky.
Fearless and free, she owns her life.

[Break 2 – Instrumental]

[Bridge]
Threads of truth unravel into sound.
Waves of new breath shake the ground.
In this rising swell, she casts off the past;
Her voice unfurls—thunder at last.

[Chorus – Final]
She’ll do whatever it takes to gain her freedom.
Carve her path, live her life—she’s in the driver’s seat.
No ceiling high enough; watch her break the sky.
Fearless and free, she’s rising high.

———

A cinematic operatic symphonic metal tribute to Shahy—my brave lover, whose courage lights the path from shadows to sky.

Baritone vocals entwine with piano and violin, weaving melancholic depth into orchestral fire. Operatic drama rises through every swell, love transformed into liberation.

This is devotion carved into thunder, a fearless anthem soaring high.

———

Genre: Operatic Symphonic Metal
Key: B minor
BPM: 134
Time Signature: 4/4
Tribute: Shahy ♡

———

Artist: Kareem Tyler
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

No More Chains

Occhi neri

Nobody – This song is about the world we’re living in right now and my hope that people can come together instead of staying divided. It’s a call to break the mold, embrace your own path, and find each other through shared humanity.

Musically, it blends space opera and Broadway drama with dreamy synths, pipe organ, ambient pads, and orchestral flourishes. Taiko drums, arena rock guitars, metallic percussion, brass, and gospel-inspired harmonies push the energy to epic crescendos, while soft woodwinds and piano give it moments of intimacy.

This is my take on the tension, the chaos, and the possibility of unity in these times — a cinematic, emotional journey meant to inspire connection and courage.

Nobody

Verlassener Raum

Ich habe hier geschwiegen
Als du gingst und nichts fiel um
Nur Licht, das auf dem Staub lag
Und Schatten ohne Grund

Ich trug dein Echo wie ein Kleid
Aber niemand sah mich gehen

Und doch…
war es nie still.

Verlassener Raum

An operatic journey into a beautiful, crystalline forest that reveals its parasitic, mind-altering nature. "Aria of the Glass Spores" is the sound of a lone explorer lured in by a fragile, alien beauty, only to be overwhelmed by a parasitic consciousness that shatters their mind and rewrites their reality. A story of seductive horror and ecstatic surrender.

Aria of the Glass Spores

Hello! I am pleased to present this new inspirational bonus song to this uplifting trance album called It's More than OK – are you searching? It's made with AI – as I promised any tracks I make with AI, I will make it clear! Really, my hope is you are encouraged and uplifted by this electronic trance, reflective, inspirational vocal and thought-provoking track – that would be a great use of AI. Please do like and let me know what you think of it!

Its More Than OK (Inspirational Starlight Mix)

Where We Grow - Beat Thrive" is a powerful fusion of classical grandeur and relentless electronic energy. Soaring male operatic vocals weave an epic narrative over a foundation of intricate breakbeats and a thunderous bassline. This track is a sonic journey where the elegance of a symphony hall collides with the raw, driving power of the dance floor, creating a soundscape where a new kind of beauty is forged from the chaos. It's an anthem for growth, both organic and digital, a vibrant expression of a beat that not only lives, but thrives.

Where We Grow - Beat Thrive (FREE DL)

"HOPELANDIC"

A three-part gathering of fragments.  
Whispers of color and sound, shadows folding into themselves.  
Time drifts sideways. The ordinary becomes strange. The strange becomes luminous.  
Art bleeds into music, music into silence, silence into the unexplained.  

The walls are soft. The clocks, too. The voices — some sung, some imagined — wander.  
A score emerges, written in part by familiar hands, finished by others who follow its pulse.  
“Juxtaposition” — a word, a note, a heartbeat — carries through corridors unseen,  
A thread between the fragments, an echo of what was, and what might have been.  

Watch closely. Listen carefully.  
Some things vanish before you can name them; others remain, persistent, luminous, strange.  

— D.L., A Note Left Behind

HOPELANDIC {HBO-David Lynch's Final Project, 2025}

[Verse]
A throne of stakes in a forest deep
Blood-soaked warnings where shadows creep
The crows are laughing
The wolves don't sleep
The line was drawn in the devil's keep

[Chorus]
Vlad wasn’t wrong
No
Vlad wasn’t wrong
The weak get crushed when the strong play strong
A thousand screams
A kingdom’s song
To end the war
You can’t play along

[Verse 2]
His justice sharp as a blackened blade
Fear was the anthem his power played
The winds whispered names in the gallows shade
The cost of peace was the debt he paid

[Prechorus]
Mercy burns like paper in fire
Sometimes the victor wears the attire

[Chorus]
Vlad wasn’t wrong
No
Vlad wasn’t wrong
The weak get crushed when the strong play strong
A thousand screams
A kingdom’s song
To end the war
You can’t play along

[Bridge]
What’s the price of a life untouched
What’s the toll when the stakes erupt
Was it madness or brilliance
No one can say
But kingdoms were built in his shadowed way

Throne of Stakes

A symphonic metal march made with Producer.ai

Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine Royal Entry

A dramatic classical crossover piece featuring a male baritone vocalist, string orchestra, and piano, The song is in a minor key, likely A minor, and maintains a slow to moderate tempo throughout, The string section provides a rich, sustained accompaniment with occasional pizzicato accents, The piano plays arpeggiated figures and block chords, adding harmonic depth, The baritone vocalist sings with a powerful, operatic delivery, utilizing vibrato and dynamic shifts to convey emotion, The vocal melody is highly expressive, often moving in stepwise motion with occasional dramatic leaps, The song structure appears to be verse-chorus based, with instrumental interludes, Production-wise, the mix emphasizes the vocals and strings, with the piano providing a solid foundation, Reverb is used to create a spacious, concert hall-like atmosphere

Im Labyrinth der Wahl

TKCen is more than a musician; he is a world-builder and sonic philosopher. His music charts a course along the razor's edge between resilience and collapse, crafting atmospheric soundscapes that are as tense as they are beautiful. Each track is an exploration - of the strength it takes to hold on and the fragile moment when things fall apart.

His sound is a study in dynamic contrast, navigating seamlessly from the intense, driving energy of industrial metal to the hauntingly beautiful and ethereal. This is not just a stylistic choice; it is a reflection of his core philosophy. In the powerful, structured beats, one can hear the Stoic 'Inner Citadel' - a fortress of resilience. In the delicate, glitchy textures and atmospheric melodies, there's a 'Wabi-Sabi' appreciation for the beauty found in imperfection.

This is not background music. It is an invitation for the deep listener - for those who have faced challenges and find solace not in simple answers, but in the honest exploration of complex emotions. If you’re looking for music that feels real, that grapples with the tension of being human, and that ultimately finds a strange beauty in the struggle, you have found a home here.

Botuoso are entering the 2023 AI Song Contest with the thought-provoking song "BUGZ".

Créé en 2014, il se dédie à la promotion d'artistes et de projets musicaux ancrés dans des univers sombres, immersifs et narratifs.

WISHMASTER
Formé en 2007, ce groupe de metal symphonique et progressif se distingue par son travail de mise en scène sonore: chaque morceau se veut le chapitre d'une épopée inspirée de mythologies, de légendes ou de contes fantastiques.

ANITA FINNEGAN
Elle incarne le versant brut et émotionnel de Wishmaster. Sa voix, tour à tour puissante et vulnérable, est capable de transmettre l'urgence d'une bataille ou la détresse d'un personnage en quête de rédemption.
Parallèlement à ses activités avec Wishmaster, Anita développe une carrière solo où elle explore une facette plus intimiste et personnelle de son univers musical, mêlant folk, pop, rock, metal ou dark ambient.

CASSANDRE (DESROSIERS)
Soprano accomplie, elle apporte à Wishmaster une dimension éthérée et aérienne. Sa maîtrise des registres élevés crée des harmonies lumineuses en contraste avec les riffs métalliques, renforçant l'impact dramatique et la profondeur narrative des compositions.
Sous le nom de scène CASSANDRE, elle se lance à son tour en solo: son premier single est annoncé pour très bientôt, promettant de prolonger l'esthétique sombre et poétique qu'on lui connaît au sein du groupe.

Inferika is the digital embodiment of the ancient spirit of Trøllabundin — an elven skald, a warrior of forgotten realms, reborn through sound and code. Her songs echo like runes carved in starlight, carrying both battle fire and timeless sorrow.

Ich bin’s 

50% Feck & Ellie @feckundellie
33.3% The Miracle Syndicate @bradastra
100% Ellie @elenamorgenstern

QTPA2T

Nom : John Smith (pseudonyme sobre, presque générique, qui lui donne une aura universelle, comme s’il pouvait être “n’importe qui”).
	•	Style : il compose des morceaux minimalistes et introspectifs, souvent basés sur des boucles de 4 accords. Sa voix est grave, posée, parfois parlée plus que chantée, et toujours mise en avant.
	•	Influences : entre baroque et musique électronique moderne (electro 2025, dub, urbano-pop, drill). Il aime jouer sur le contraste entre des harmonies anciennes (chaconnes, ostinatos, basses graves) et des textures synthétiques actuelles (808, pads, autotune léger).
	•	Ambiance : ses morceaux sont souvent sombres mais lumineux à la fois, poétiques, minimalistes. Ils cherchent la clarté et l’honnêteté, sans surcharge sonore.
	•	Démarche : il expérimente avec l’IA, mais toujours dans une recherche personnelle cohérente : rester hors du marché, développer une œuvre singulière, avec une identité sonore reconnaissable.
	•	Thèmes : mémoire collective (années 80-90, génération X), fragilité de l’acte artistique, rapport au temps, au silence, à l’invisible

#kindnessiscool

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I am a Mexican-American composer, performer, and music organizer.

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Project KT (Knowledge Transfer) is the solo vision of Kareem Tyler—a multidimensional artist navigating the limits of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending sound. Fusing progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post-punk ambience, and metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes led by violin, orchestral depth, and raw poetic tension.

After a life-altering accident caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem rebuilt his artistry through digital composition and visual design—transforming personal trauma into transcendent expression.

That rebirth came to life in Echoes of the Void (2025), a symphonic progressive metal epic charting entropy, solitude, and rebirth across expansive movements. Its companion, Beyond the Void, reimagined the work as a cinematic and orchestral odyssey, featuring Canadian singer-songwriter Valeria Rusnak, whose operatic vocals added radiant contrast to Kareem’s baritone foundation. Together, they forged a dialogue of shadow and light, entropy and grace.

Though Project KT remains firmly Kareem’s vision—writing, producing, and shaping every detail—he is actively seeking a female vocalist to further embody its still-untold emotional core. With an evolving presence on Instagram, BandLab, and SoundCloud, Project KT continues to weave cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning.

For listeners and collaborators drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT offers more than music—it is an echo unfolding into infinity.

My simple experiments in electronic music. If any of my tracks speak to you, then they were made for you. Let me know! I create my EDM using Garageband for mixing etc and I mostly use loops, MIDI files and samples. If I use AI for a track, I will make that very clear in the track description.

Some tracks work well, and some don't, but I post my efforts here regardless! If you like any of it, do let me know...I'm learning as I go. Music is another language which constantly evolves and there's always something new to learn or create. That's part of the fun! I hope to improve rather than stay static.

Varied in my musical taste, but really enjoy Vocal Trance, ambient, chillout, dance, funk, rock, jazz, eclectic stuff through to a bit of classical too for fun and creativity.

Would like to spend a lot more time on most of my own tracks, which makes most of them 'works in progress'. I often run out of time to fully complete a track - so there might be out-of-place notes in there - sorry in advance!

Hope you enjoy my Soundcloud space! :)

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are 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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