You've entered the Riff Horizon — no signal, no escape, just face-melting tones.

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SPAGHETTIFIED AT THE RIFF HORIZON

You know what’s worse than dying in space? Not dying, and having to listen to your ship’s AI narrate your spiral into madness.

THEY SENT ME TO EXPLORE, I JUST WANTED TO DISAPPEAR

Armed with distortion-blasted synths and glitch-ripped riffs, Glitchrot tears through goblin ranks like a psychedelic fever dream with a body count.

AMBUSHED BY THE RUST JUNGLE GOBLIN MILITIA

He only wanted power.
But instead… he got cursed, flamed, mirrored, and dragged into the glitching heart of a blood-soaked pyramid where jaguar ghosts scream in MIDI and the sun wants revenge.


BLESSED BY THE WRONG SHAMAN

A lost broadcast from the grave orbit.
Commander Glitchrot drifts through forgotten missions and failed extractions — a requiem carved into static and ash.
Every mission ends in silence.
Tune in. Turn to dust. GLITCHROT LIVES.

NOBODY CAME BACK FROM THE MOON PIT

Commander Glitchrot joins a goblin celebration that may or may not be a planetary fungus hive-mind dream.

FUNKUS AMONGUS

Commander Glitchrot, half-machine and mostly memory, becomes a faint pulse against the shimmer of ancient light.

A LANTERN IN THE NEBULA

Psychedelic Synth Metal | Dreamy Space Music | Distorted Bass Odyssey
Somewhere between light and silence, your body drifts.

SIGNALS FROM YOUR FUTURE CORPSE

Grafenberg takes Robert Palmer’s iconic fire and buries it beneath smoke and ash.
A slow, heavy descent where drums march like fate, synths shimmer with dying light and soul melts into shadow. It’s a procession. A rite. A farewell. Desire turned dirge. Heat turned to dust.

Procession of Shadows is the sound of beauty collapsing in slow motion.
The world still moves but now, it limps. With grace. With gravity. With no way back.

Marvin Gaye - Mercy Mercy Me (Grafenberg’s Procession of Shadows Remix)

Imagine, not as a dream… but as a requiem.
Grafenberg exhumes Lennon’s hymn from the light and offers it back, cloaked in shadow, slow, haunting, reverent.
Falsetto breathes like smoke over desolate synthscapes. Sub bass echoes through a broken paradise.
The chords remain, but they’ve aged… fractured… solemn.

Ashes of Eden is a love letter to a world that never was.
No gods. No hell. No future.
Just longing suspended in reverb, and hope reduced to whispers.

This is not a remix.
It’s a celestial lament.
A final prayer drifting through analog ruins.
Eden burned. This is what’s left.

John Lennon – Imagine (Grafenberg’s Ashes of Eden Remix)

I’m Commander Glitchrot. I make music for spaceheads.
No AI. No templates.

After deejaying from pumping techno to minimal underground, i started to collect hundreds of ep's from beloved artists who has deeply influenced me since twenty years. It was than a natural and organic step to start producing my own music. My first Ep on Traumwelten is a testimonial of my love for their work, my love for deep techno music and cheesy moogy's things. 
I found with this label the ideal creative framework to share my world, my dreams & feelings !

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