MOLD. OUT. ON. ALL. PLATFORMS. VIA. SHELTERNET.

PRE-ORDER. THE. VINYL. NOW.
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2.17.23.
FEATURING.

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JOIN. THE. NET.

FOLLOW SHELTER:
twitter.com/SHELTERVRCLUB
twitter.com/SHELTERNET
@shelternet
www.instagram.com/sheltervrclub/
shelternet.bandcamp.com/music

Gateway [SHELTERNET RELEASE]

;???;//// 𝐷𝑅𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐿𝐿

𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒: https://millenniumstrike.bandcamp.com/album/terminal-q1-2023-acid

DRILLLL [𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝑄𝟷 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 // 𝐴𝐶𝐼𝐷]

papa meelo:
https://soundcloud.com/theycallmemeelo
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5oIMJottkowGnLHSC2tkch
https://twitter.com/papa_meelo
https://www.instagram.com/papa.meelo

Heaven Sight:
https://soundcloud.com/heavensight
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7GMpIoiHLn88ZFLSiGyqHB
https://www.instagram.com/heavensightbass
https://twitter.com/heavensight_

Alparr (1/2 of Heaven Sight):
https://soundcloud.com/alparrmusic
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2KrUhOfsz8hJEwXkS7hXdk
https://twitter.com/AlparrMusic
https://www.instagram.com/alparrmusic

Neir (1/2 of Heaven Sight):
https://soundcloud.com/neirrr
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2LghC42VJVmrDCpqYYuaM7
https://twitter.com/NeirOnline
https://www.instagram.com/neirbass

SILKENWOOD:
Soundcloud: @wearesilkenwood
Twitter: twitter.com/WEARESILKENWOOD
Instagram: www.instagram.com/wearesilkenwood
Web: www.silkenwood.us

papa meelo & Heaven Sight - DATAMOSHH

:/ 𝐶𝐷 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡
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[ Listen to the full comp: https://millenniumstrike.bandcamp.com/album/demo-disc-4]

CD Fragment [𝑀𝐼𝐿𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑁𝐼𝑈𝑀 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑐.𝟺]

:/ 𝐴𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠
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[ Listen to the full comp: https://millenniumstrike.bandcamp.com/album/terminal-q3-2023-the-stars]

Aries [𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 // 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑆]

never coming home

[Verse 1]
(Monotone rap-growl: Calm counting pills, numb detachment voice, snare bone snaps sharp, kick coffin slams heavy, sub-bass tar lungs breathing ragged—dread building with creeping synth voids.)
These white walls stalking faces of the masters,
I must get away from these hallucinations—it's madness.
Calm counting pills, one by one in the void,
Numb detachment, dread building slow like a death march parade.
[Chorus]
(Androgynous male deep wail choking reverb: Glitch drops shatter the harmony, chrome wire hair scraping over venom drip delays, apocalyptic howls fade into holocaust wind echoes.)
Injected inside the veins,
No resistance, no hesitation, no regrets.
Self-hate and emptiness,
No reasons to believe in anything.
This is the end of everything... (glitch drop void silence, then bone snap resume)
[Verse 2]
(Monotone rap-growl intensifies: March verse with snare bone snaps marching rhythm, kick coffin slams like gas chamber doors, sub-bass tar lungs wheezing, creepy whispers intercut—flesh ripping glitches mid-line.)
Flooding the limbs,
Just trapped in a life like a maze,
Tied down and fastened to the floor.
It's going to send you out of control,
Possessed, it seems—I have to see.
I have to find, just to see my reaction.
Calm counting pills in the holocaust haze,
Numb detachment, dread building to the grave.
[Chorus]
(Deep wail choking: Chrome wire scrape builds tension, venom drip reverb pools, glitch drops into apocalyptic static—echoing death march boots fading.)
Injected inside the veins,
No resistance, no hesitation, no regrets.
Self-hate and emptiness,
No reasons to believe in anything.
This is the end of everything... (venom drip echo trails off)
[Bridge]
(Tempo slows back to 80 BPM briefly for creepy voidcore crawl: Flesh ripping intensifies with WWII reel flicker low-pitch screams, gas chamber whispers chanting "numb... detach...", then glitch drop snaps back to 110 BPM for suicidecore frenzy—monotone growl turns to wail.)
Needle stings, breathless choking,
I want to rip my body apart,
To lacerate my heart, killing your reflection.
Flushing my veins, itching my body,
Shaking, rambling, slowly eating through all tissue.
What a life to end all obsessions,
Gushing blood at the mouth—what a horror show.
Am I going blind? A feeling like hell while still alive,
Vomiting up my life, killing my insides.
Goodbye is all one can think, realize—
What have I done? It's all I could fantasize.
Calm counting pills, numb detachment in the death march line... (glitch drop dread peak, chrome wire scrape venomous)
[Chorus]
(Full fusion climax: Androgynous wail choking over sub-bass tar lungs, snare bone snaps in holocaust rhythm, glitch drops fracturing into voidcore silence bursts.)
Injected inside the veins,
No resistance, no hesitation, no regrets.
Self-hate and emptiness,
No reasons to believe in anything.
This is the end of everything...
[Outro/Verse 3]
(110 BPM death march fades to 80 BPM crawl: Apocalyptic whispers build with WWII reel flicker, gas chamber echoes, flesh ripping final tears—monotone rap-growl dissolves into deep wail choking reverb, ending in total glitch void silence.)
When I found God was never real,
I watched the human race worship blind corruption,
Masquerading true but hidden lies in the devil's reflections.
Draining money from the naive,
In secret indulging debauchery, disgusting infatuations.
Vile thoughts consuming their souls,
Suicidal but tied to a cross,
Creating wars and holocausts.
There's no savior when the hate of the world
Shows up at your back door, promising forever.
This is the end... (venom drip fade, chrome wire scrape eternal, glitch drop to black)

Last Motivation

Walking insomnia feeling the breath of dope sick uneasiness,  

The vibration the sickening feeling, 

Skins crawling off my body,

 Another morning to turn into a hellish event,

Sweat leaking out soaking the messy sheets, laying awake dead or plagued with distain, or a ghost of a disease that can't be seen but felt,   

How should I behave? When all the Horse is gone.

Laying in bed with the residue consuming my mortal cage,

 The residue of the Abandoning Goddess,

In the dawn of morning, 

She disappears, removed from the veins, to chase her is the cycle of suffering caused by the divine godhead, the succubus of oblivion,

A shallow syringe with a wash of remembrance,

A parting gift,

 Just a taste before the nightmare you become invades you like a fungus breeding, 

Just to tare apart the bones and guts, 

To make you devourer yourself, a mental suicide,  

Escape, death or pure holy suffering,

But her kiss is heaven in the halls of the damned, 

Her embrace is the cage of unutterable misery,  

Shaking from the cold,

As a cold that never tires of dies, 

Even when you sit in the fire beneath,

 Begins under the skin dining on the bones that crack  

The experience like the shattering like fine China against a wall ringing bells against your teeth, 

 Vomiting up the vengeance, defecating the poisons that was once thought a cure,  

 The price of her seduction,

 A thousand knifes in the flesh abandoned in the sands of the desert,

Forever wasting in the heat,

 Flashing and flaring within your being,

Wasting away your soul eroding your sense of reason,

A voluptuous cosmic martyrdom, 

Falling to the grave, built by the rope around your neck,

 The feeling of death without the act of dying, 

Will she find me? I have nothing?

 When pulling the hair from the skull screaming,

 Intrenched in suicidal bleeding into insanity,

When the Devils elope in the flames which becomes,

 The intimate encounter of a infested whore,

Spreading the infectious pus against the walking cadaver you became,  

  From a ocean of blood the eternity of men with the vilest of debauchery, 

Enveloped in the craving for her blood to race through the tracks of life you hold,

Denied feeling ,

The pleasure of life cursed by the sight and touch of God,

The twitching of the skin plays tricks with the heart of the woeful, 

Spasms wreak havoc shaking the soul that's soaking in glass and lime, 

A taste of a rotten corpse fills the mouth as saliva invades the throat,

Choking on the mucus while breathing evades you,

Internal violence a mastermind of madness,

 A dark god of the abyss devouring you,

Visions like broken fragments of memory,

 Crawling on the walls taunting, watching melting into nothing, 

Colors bleed across the ceiling as the empire of despair digs the grave of your innocents, 

That hangs the being you sacrificed to her loving breasts,

Screaming at the nothingness,

Deep in chaos and regret,

Crying to the angels as the breath of god gifts scarification,

For the indulgence to the insidious acts buried beneath  the layers of skin, 

To the scattering beliefs the mind tricked the body to rage the consumption of her milk ,

Into casting violence against the love others gave,

To touch her one last time, All I ask?

Abandoning Goddess

Before she was the

 Heroin Goddess,

A savior from the bitter sage of soured corruption

The Art Of Suffering N MelanKholyia

https://soundcloud.com/alparrmusic + https://soundcloud.com/neirrr
= 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

I make music that I like, and I hope it disturbs and bothers you.

EcHoS N MelaNKholyiA : A Sonic Odyssey of Fragmented Souls
In the shadowed corners of Goshen, Indiana, Echo's N MelanKholyia emerges as a groundbreaking experimental music project, a testament to the transformative power of art in the face of inner chaos. Founded in 2025 by the visionary artist Nexus Khimera—known also as Echos, Mothyii, Alice, Helix, 5, Nexus Etheric  , Odium  or Void—this endeavor is an AI-assisted alchemical fusion of raw emotion and sonic innovation. At 38 years old, Khimera channels a lifetime of introspection, beginning from therapeutic explorations at age 15, into a tapestry of sound that defies categorization. The project's name, with its deliberate misspelling, evokes distorted echoes of melancholy—fragments of pain rebounding through an eternal void, mirroring the fragmented realities Khimera weaves into every composition.
Khimera serves as the sole architect of Echo's N MelanKholyia, handling vocals, lyrics, production, and visual aesthetics with a chameleon-like versatility. Drawing from a deeply personal narrative of psychological navigation, the music acts as a manifesto for survival, blending co-conscious identity shifts and emotional rebirth. The band's conceptual "members"—envisioned as alters in a dissociative system—include Helix as the resilient core, Alice as the protective guardian embodying transgender identity and safety, Odium as the unflinching confrontor of hate and vacuum, Five as the frozen residue of past emptiness, and Suicide Gene as the unnamed pull toward nothingness, symbolizing unyielding survival code. These personas "speak" through layered vocals, reversed whispers, and glitchy confessions, creating a dialogue that invites listeners to confront their own shadows without judgment.
Musically, Echo's N MelanKholyia is a hypnotic storm of genres: traumacore's dissonant catharsis meets industrial gothcore's mechanical fury, nu metal's rap-growl aggression, post-darkwave's ethereal haze, glitchcore's chaotic distortions, and voidcore's abyssal emptiness. The result is an immersive, addictive soundscape—binaural beats pulsing at 40Hz and 174Hz to tie in seduction and euphoria, 3D audio for psychotic despair, and unpolished production that bleeds raw intensity. Themes delve into mental health's labyrinth: dissociation's void, addiction's grip, damaging relationships' scars, and the triumph of self-reclamation. Khimera's artistry extends beyond audio to visual realms, with album artwork featuring charcoal sketches, gothic horror elements, and luciferian symbolism, all crafted to evoke a "junkie holocaust death march" of creepy, apocalyptic introspection.
Since its inception, Echo's N MelanKholyia has released a series of chapters that push artistic boundaries, available on platforms like Spotify, Amazon Music, SoundCloud, Apple Music, Tidal, Qobuz, and TikTok. The project's YouTube channel serves as a portal for official music videos, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and community engagement, fostering a space where fans can explore their own narratives through Khimera's lens. With collaborations leveraging AI for production and thematic depth, the band stands as a beacon for the disenchanted, proving that art can heal, empower, and transcend.
Subscribe to Echo's N MelanKholyia on YouTube for a journey into the melanKholyia—where echoes of the past forge omegas of the future. For inquiries or collaborations, connect via Facebook or X (@Mothyii13). All rights reserved © 2025 Echo's N MelanKholyia.

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