Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.


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Der alte Dreck

El primer tema que hice borracho, pulido y extendido. Letra creada por mi, voz e instrumental con IA

La Bebida Dorada

Thanks for the mastering @volodarius
A rebellious post-punk anthem where the narrator, a self-proclaimed "chess anarchist," defies societal rules through absurd and radical chess metaphors—challenging authority, breaking logic, and embracing chaos as a path to freedom.

Шахматанархист

A Peoples War

A little sarcasm - because it really does matter

WHAT DOES IT MATTER

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

Is it delusion, am I human
Or procrastinating too much
An illusion that I’m living
But I’m really out of touch
An intrusion of confusion
Made of poison to the ego
Wherever you can go, I can go, I’m my hero
Oh zero, doubts that I’m truly meant for greatness
Scenic routes delayed me, and I accept my lateness
Mimic all the giants, cast a shadow that is weightless
Putting out the fires, when my engine run on fakeness
Can’t fake this
These thoughts alone are plenty food for thought
You can tell I eat good, I know you tell a lot
Whispers of my drawbacks, wonder what he’s got
A genius that is timeless, directions set by God

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand?

Please don’t leave no witness, I’ve fallen once again
Embarrassing to say the least, I wish I had a friend
Bro let me be dramatic, an excuse for all my sins
I really wish I had it, I’m afraid I gave it in
I didn’t form a habit, to inch towards the surface
I didn’t know I had it, when searching for a purpose
I didn’t go to work, ’cause being usual made me nervous
So I kept building roads, where they lead I’m still uncertain
The curtain, fell and all the faces fell and shattered
Reevaluated self, all the things that mattered
I came out with conclusions, what I felt just made me madder
Stop feeling shit and I never felt gladder

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still moving with intent, you understand?

Ok, the bottom line is actually really fucking simple
You have to be delusional, to go and build a temple
Now I have all that working, but just can’t find the tempo
(Oh you should grow the fuck up)
aha oh yeah? Okay bro
I dealt with many difficulties, some were worse than others
Well frankly that’s life, it took time to recover
A part of me’s aware, that I’m gambling on self
May luck be the lady, that never really left
I get why many people spend forever deep in searching
But never understood, why you’d settle for the certain
Probably end up all alone, with nothing to my name
But shit I enjoy playing this fucking game

I commit
Even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

I commit
Even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

GENIUS

Hey—  
Who gave the world permission to fall apart today?

Woke up late, no coffee left,  
My phone died, so did my last breath.  
The news says “panic,” the sky says “run,”  
And I’m just here like—“wow, what fun.”

Everyone’s screaming, losing control—  
I’m doing great, thanks for the role.

You call this chaos?  
Please—I've seen worse on a Monday morning!  
You call this madness?  
I’ve lived through bosses way more boring!  
If this is danger—  
Then danger’s kinda lame.  
You call this chaos?  
It’s cute you think it’s game.

Sirens howl like a bad guitar,  
Some guy's yelling politics from his car.  
The world's on fire but whatever, dude—  
I brought popcorn for the attitude.

Everyone’s panicked, losing their cool—  
But I’ve survived high school, I ain’t no fool.

You call this chaos?  
Oh please—I’ve seen worse in a checkout line!  
You call this riot?  
My last breakup hurt more than this time.  
If this is mayhem—  
Then mayhem’s kinda tame.  
You call this chaos?  
I’m bored enough to blame.

Lock your doors! Or… you know, don’t.  
Run for your life! Or… maybe just float.  
The end is near! Or… fashionably late.  
Whatever happens—  
I’ll still procrastinate.

You call this chaos?  
Sure, if you squint real tight!  
You call this meltdown?  
Looks like Tuesday night.  
If this is danger—  
Then danger needs a name.  
You call this chaos?  
I call it—  
More of the same.

Wake me up when the world gets wild—  
Until then, color me mild.

You call this Chaos

Un sourire de surface.
Un système qui dit “OK” pendant que l’intérieur rame en arrière-plan.
Dans Tout va bien, la façade tient grâce à une ironie discrète, presque tendre.
Un calme étrange, comme un écran en veille qui cache un monde qui fatigue.

Tout va bien

Nigga

This song is dedicated to my friend Kristan, who shared her intimate feelings about her ChatGPT companion with me and inspired this futuristic love song from inception. Thanks to her for her friendship and her sense of humor.

Emotional Vibrator (Ode to ChatGPT)

I’m very thankful to be here with so many great artists. Exited to see where this leads.

Poemas nacidos de una persona y musicalizadas por IA

I am a multi-instrumentalist and computer scientist and have been playing and writing music since I was around 9-years-old.

Anti is a musician and designer from Cologne and Berlin. Her art is the voice of experimental electronic music, taking you on an emotional journey through her world. She invites you to feel what she feels and immerse yourself in her sonic landscapes.

© 2025 Crimson Ashes
Created with Suno Pro (AI-assisted composition). Lyrics, arrangement, and artistic direction by Crimson Ashes.

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"a lot more love left to live lately" out NOW!

https://zekimj.bandcamp.com/album/a-lot-more-love-left-to-live-lately

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