Ghostface (Reprise)

Ghostface

Gravity (Extended Version)

This rap and hip-hop track flows through the loneliness, disillusionment and emptiness that often define today's reality. With sharp beats and cold bars, it captures the raw essence of a world where meaning is fleeting and the search for purpose feels endless. This track is for those of you who have ever questioned it all.

nihilism?

(Verse 1)
ささやきが響く、絡み合った森を抜けて、
私だけが知っている隠し道。
上空の星が私の導き手となり、
打ち明けたこの秘密の場所へ。

(Chorus)
隠れられる場所…
[Hideaway!]
現代の外側にある空間。

一人でいられる場所…
[On my own]
一人になれる場所。

奥深くに隠された場所…
[Deep inside]
這って隠れられる場所

消えてもいい場所…
[Disappear]
ここからとても遠い場所。

Hide - Uh - Waaaaay!

(Verse 2)
過去の思い出の影に覆われたホールを通って、
私は目を閉じます。世界は急速に消えていきます。
A paper moon lights my escape,
To a hidden world where dreams take shape.

(Chorus)
隠れられる場所…
[Hideaway!]
現代の外側にある空間。

一人でいられる場所…
[On my own]
一人になれる場所。

奥深くに隠された場所…
[Deep inside]
這って隠れられる場所

消えてもいい場所…
[Disappear]
ここからとても遠い場所。

Hide - Uh - Waaaaay!

(Bridge)
In my castle of quilts up in the sky,
Where all the clouds drift slowly by.
星は地図、月は私のガイド、
私の住むこの聖域へ。

Each breath a whisper, each step a leap,
Through galaxies where silence sleeps.
恐怖も痛みも言葉もいらない
星と鳥が歌うただの子守唄。

(Chorus)
A place where I can hide away…
[Hideaway!]
A space that lies outside of today.

A place where I can be on my own…
[On my own]
A place where I can be all alone.

A place hidden deep inside…
[Deep inside]
A place where I can crawl in and hide.

A place where I can disappear…
[Disappear]
A place so far away from here.

Hide - Uh - Waaaaay! Way -- Aye -- aaaaaay!

Sayuka LALA - 隠れ家 (Hideaway)

At first, being alone at the end of time doesn’t seem so bad—no job, no traffic, no rules. But as the sky turns red, the air turns to sand, and time itself starts to collapse, the reality kicks in. The world is literally burning down, and there’s only one thing left to do… pour a drink and watch it all go to hell.

With 80s metal energy, dark humor, and a relentless ride into the apocalypse, this track is a thrash-fueled anthem for the last man alive.

🎧 No lines, no rules, no future. Hit play and count down the seconds.

I Woke Up At The End Of Time

This collaboration merges human creativity with AI assistance. The original instrumental concept and rhythm patterns are mine, with AI helping to expand the lyrical themes and vocal melodies while maintaining the essence of my vision. The result is a unique fusion of human emotion and technological precision, mirroring the song's exploration of finding harmony within complexity.

Lyrics:

Desert wind whispers ancient tales
Cosmic dust settles in our veins
Questions bloom
Mysteries wrapped in midnight skies
Grandeur that blinds mortal eyes
Truth eludes

We're walking through veils of knowing
Glimpses of light, shadows growing
Children of stars, searching for signs
In rhythm divine, in sacred time

Immensity calls from beyond
Reverence falls, then rises strong
Hearts attune
Enchantment dwells in broken things
Beauty that chaos somehow brings
Souls commune

Between the noise and the silence
Between the evil and grace
Between the patterns and chaos
We search for a familiar face

Cacophony of endless doubt
Whispered prayers finding route
Through the night
Blindness peeling layer by layer
Brothers appearing everywhere
In new light

We're walking through veils of knowing
Glimpses of light, shadows growing
Children of stars, finding our signs
In rhythm divine, in sacred time
When stars above shine serene
And peace flows like a stream
The veils will fall
And we'll see all
We are, we were, we'll be

Listen to Original composition here:
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Veils of Knowing

Born Twice" is a conscious rap journey into spiritual rebirth, duality, and the meaning of existence. Blending soulful East Coast boom bap with orchestral hip hop elements, this track delivers introspective, poetic storytelling. Over soulful strings, gospel undertones, and ambient textures, "Born Twice" captures the transformation of life, death, and awakening. Perfect for fans of lyrical rap, storytelling hip hop, and deep, philosophical beats. Stream now and experience a new kind of spiritual anthem.

Born Twice

🖤 The Miracle Syndicate — Low Signal Shore 

I know this path —
The bend where the reeds lean wrong,
The bench where the boy was crying last year,
Or maybe it was me.

I walk it the same every time,
But the trees grow in closer now,
And the lights don’t blink from the far shore anymore.

There’s a voice behind me
That uses my name like it knows me.
But when I turn —
Nothing — just wind,
And that ache
Where the name used to fit.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

Something rustles
But won’t look at me.
A shape in the trees
With my old coat.

I left it there — didn’t I?
When I swore I’d never come back.

Now every step feels
Like walking through a thought
I haven’t had yet.

And I swear the lake
Just said my name.
But quieter this time.

You don’t get lost
Unless you want to.
You don’t hear things
Unless something’s listening.
This water remembers
More than I do.
And the shoreline keeps moving
When I blink.

I pass a man who looks like my father,
But younger, and ashamed.
He asks for the time —
I say it’s gone.

Low signal.
No bars.
The cold hand of the wind
Scrolls my back.

The house is ahead,
But the lights aren’t for me.

And the rain keeps taking me back
To where I used to be.

The path leads to a dead-end road…
Where the water knows my name.

Credits:

Lead Vox: Nayeli Astra
Piano: Nayeli Astra
Backing Vox: Elena Morgenstern & Brad Astra
Flute & Synth Pads: Elena Morgenstern
Mellotron: Nayeli Astra
Guitars: Brad Astra
Production & Arrangement: The Miracle Syndicate
Mixed & Mastered by: Brad Astra at Painful Records
Cover Concept & Direction: Brad Astra

Low Signal Shore

“Sapiens” tells the story of humanity's fate in a not-so-distant future. With Earth rendered uninhabitable, the last survivors are condemned to an endless odyssey through space — drifting between stars, haunted by what was lost, and searching for a new beginning.

Sapiens (Premix)

"Hymne" is a nostalgic reflection on youth and escapism. The song tells the story of a lonely, dream-filled teenager who takes refuge in a world of fantasy — guided by an imaginary bard who sings of heroines, dragons, and distant adventures. Through these tales, he tries to escape the grayness and emptiness of reality. But beneath the magic lies a quiet yearning: for connection, for courage, and for meaning in a world that often feels cold and indifferent.

Hymn (Premix)

"Signal" is a haunting reflection on the return of a son from war, seen through the eyes of a grieving father. Though the world calls him a hero, the father sees only a hollow shell — a soul lost to violence and trauma. Trying to reach him, he compares his presence to a fading radio signal from the depths. The song mourns not just the cost of war, but the illusions that sustain it, and pleads for peace, intimacy, and a shared dream of something better.

Signal (Premix)

[CHORUS]
“Brave soul,” says the radio
“Beauty,” says the radio
“It had to be like this,” says the radio
“Difficult,” says the radio
“Now you’re 44 years old?” says the radio
“That’s right. 44 years old,” says the radio

[Verse 1]
It’s going to hurt
You know this
So you drink tea in the morning instead
of an entire carafe of coffee
Like a vampire, your skin cells burn
on their first sip of the sun
The ringing taste of green tea or whatever
the fuck kind of tea this is

[Verse 2]
Describe to me in detail this so-called purification ritual
I can’t
I’ve never done it before
My cells are exploding into a wasting lament
This is the last time you will ever write
yourself through this
On the other side of this swamp of dark water, a plane will crash
The lone survivor will speak on the radio
as you drive down Highway 27

[BRIDGE]
In the middle of Florida in the middle of the night after you
step off the plane you see the swamps morph
into the mountains of your childhood
They raise their heads like giants
The Sierras stare; do not go there

[CHORUS]
“Brave soul,” says the radio
“Beauty,” says the radio
“It had to be like this,” says the radio
“Difficult,” says the radio
“Now you’re 44 years old?” says the radio
“That’s right. 44 years old,” says the radio

Continue to drive through hornets and testicular small towns
Some flags raised
Some flags down
The god of the underworld has let you go from his hand
into the empire Floridian
He says you have a pure heart
so pure he cannot destroy it
Some people look pure but they are not

He says he cannot see you destroy yourself so he has let you go
and he will protect you with his anger and melancholy

It will hurt
You know this
It will hurt
You know this

[GUITAR SOLO]

All the substances have got to go
Substances don’t flow from your body
They leave with the violence
of an exorcism
Spicer says once a ghost leaves your body
it never returns

“Horrendous,” your sister texts
“I’ve been vomiting all night,” she texts
“Maybe it will be a Christmas baby,” you say
Something with no substance surrounds you

It will hurt
You know this

This Is Going To Hurt

A haunting, poetic journey through time, emotion, and the inner self, The Prism and the Pulse explores the dual themes of longing and peace through the metaphor of light refracted into color. This song blends spacious, atmospheric guitar work with industrial textures and ambient synths. Lyrically rich and introspective, it asks what it means to be human, a beam of light passing through the prism of time, each emotion a color in the full spectrum of being.

Prism and the Pulse

A whispered meditation on fragility. One heartbeat in the dark, then another joins. Between pulses, meaning thins—then returns. A four-word plea: “Stay with me, pulse.”

Pulse

Woke up next to someone I don’t know
Half her dress on, still wore my coat
Ash in her mouth, coke on my phone
I said her name wrong — she still moaned

I cheat for comfort, not for thrill
She don’t ask — she just wants to feel
Ghent too quiet when I’m off my meds
So I fuck loud just to fill my head

Did pills in class, forgot my name
My roommate left — said I’m insane
She cried once — I laughed it off
Didn’t mean to, but I switch too soft


I’m a ghost on campus, sex and regret
Stuck on her scent, stuck in this bed
Fucked her roommate — didn’t even cum
I just needed someone to say I’m not numb

Yeah, ghost on campus, I blur the lines
Coke on my tongue, hands on her thighs
She said "be honest" — I looked away
I only lie when I want her to stay


She said I changed — I said “maybe”
Still wear her shirt when I feel shaky
Wrote her name on a library chair
She won't read it. She won’t care.

Got head in the back of a late night tram
Felt nothing — just the beat of the Xan
Texts from her, I don’t reply
But I reread ‘em when I’m too high

I still keep her pics in a hidden folder
Still think of her when the nights get colder
Still call her name when I’m fucking someone new
Still ruin people who get too close too soon

I’m a ghost on campus, heart in my teeth
Kiss her hard just to feel some heat
She says I’m sick — maybe she’s right
But I’d rather be fucked up than feel polite

Yeah, ghost on campus, boy on edge
Burned every bridge for a half-warm bed
I write her name on the window glass
Then wipe it off like we never had a past

Ghent don’t care, and neither do I
If I OD here, I won’t even cry
Tell her I loved her — just not enough
Tell her I left when the highs got rough

Ghost on Campus

Ghost on Campus (raw)

Un voyage introspectif entre metal atmosphérique, poésie et feu intérieur. La lutte entre la passion et la raison, entre la création et la destruction.

Le feu intérieur

Important Notice for Inquiries:
If you’re reaching out regarding music collaborations, promotions, or record label opportunities, please include verifiable identity links. I do not respond to unsolicited messages from Gmail accounts, especially from those claiming to be record executives or industry professionals. Thank you for understanding. You can contact me directly at riven.waters.infinite.story@gmail.com.
About My Music:
I create original, genre-blending music that fuses rock, classical, easy listening, and experimental styles. Each song is crafted with deep emotional honesty, often inspired by my own poetry, journal reflections, or personal stories. Whether instrumental or vocal, my focus is to uplift, inspire, and resonate with listeners on a real, human level.
I don’t settle for “good enough.” Every track goes through hundreds of iterations, shaped by a balance of intuition and precision. I use advanced AI music tools to explore sound and emotional tone, then refine everything in Logic Pro for professional production quality. It's a fusion of heart and technology, and through it, I aim to connect, heal, and inspire—one song at a time.

The Miracle Syndicate

"And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on: Even as a broken mirror." —Lord Byron

Founded and produced by Brad Astra

The Miracle Syndicate is an independent alternative music collective formed by Canadian producer and composer Brad Astra. Emerging from the outer edges of post-punk, dream pop, and shoegaze, the band’s sound fuses analog textures with emotional memory to create songs that feel both haunted and deliberate. Since its quiet inception, The Miracle Syndicate has grown into a global presence, with listeners drawn to its deeply personal recordings and cinematic tone.

The project began during a period marked by grief, transition, and emotional exile. Music became a way to stay present. The first real sound came from instruments left untouched for years, carrying the dust of another lifetime. When Astra picked them up, it felt less like reclaiming them and more like listening to something that had been waiting. From that moment on, he began building a workflow that allowed his inner world to speak clearly. With limited gear and deep intention, he shaped a sound that resonated more with feeling than fidelity. Plugins and tools became secondary. 

The truth was already in the strings.

Silence plays an equal role in the work. Astra treats it not as absence, but as design. The pauses between tracks are measured, not left to default. A sudden stop may mark resolution, but songs that drift into a final coda are given space, a deliberate moment for reflection, like a breath held between movements in a classical piece. For Astra, silence is not the end of a song. It is the invitation to stay with it just a little longer. In The Miracle Syndicate, silence becomes its own form of listening.

The emotional core of the music is difficult to name, somewhere between nostalgia, longing, reverence, and grief. Astra likens it to opening an old box of forgotten belongings, photographs, letters, objects that once meant everything. In that moment, memory returns like a ghost. Not always sad. Not always warm. Just present. These songs carry that same essence, flashes of reverence, regret, gratitude, and time’s slow unraveling. The music blends melancholy with a quiet sense of hope, holding space for the listener to reflect on what was lost and what might still be waiting.

While Astra remains the central composer and producer, the project includes two essential collaborators whose personalities help define its emotional cadence and landscape. Nayeli Astra Xóchitl, with her instinctive phrasing and emotionally precise delivery, provides both lead and harmony vocals that shape the project’s most intimate textures. Elena Morgenstern, based in Berlin, contributes both front and background vocals along with her analog synth work, adding restraint and emotional tension in equal measure. Their contributions do not decorate the songs. They ground them.

"This project wasn’t built for attention. It was built to survive me. Every song is a small part of what I couldn’t say out loud."
— Brad Astra

There is no chase for resolution in the recordings. The tracks are sculpted with intention, often left slightly fractured, preserving the emotional architecture of what first inspired them. The sound is raw, cinematic, and deliberate, never aiming for polish, but rather for truth.

"The Miracle Syndicate became a place to keep the things I couldn’t carry. Over time, it turned into something that listens back."

Listeners often describe The Miracle Syndicate as a lifeline, music that finds them in moments of emotional disconnect and offers a place to land. These songs are not about escape. They are small remedies, designed to ease the quiet storms we carry alone. Astra’s work doesn’t just put sound to silence, it gives form to feelings that are hard to name and harder to share. The goal is never clarity. It is resonance. The Miracle Syndicate becomes a kind of mirror, reflecting back the parts of us we didn’t know were still trying to speak.

Astra writes for himself first. The songs must cut through his own silence before they reach anyone else. They begin as private reflections, emotional fragments shaped by time, distance, and a kind of love that never fully resolves. The music becomes a form of survival. Not in defiance of pain, but in companionship with it. The Miracle Syndicate is not just a project. It is presence. It is the way Astra remains connected to the emotional weather of a full life, not always visible, but always felt.

"I’ve stopped trying to be understood. I make these songs for the few who understand without needing to."

The Miracle Syndicate is not chasing recognition. It was never built for that. The music lives in the present, created with care, released with intention, and left to find those who are ready to hear it. Each song is like a quiet offering, sent into the dark in case someone out there needs it. There is no mapped-out future. No promise of clarity. Just the hope that a listener, somewhere, might feel a little less alone.

The music becomes a hand held quietly in the dark.

When the music stops, what remains is never loud. It is not legacy, and it is not noise. It is that final note, the one that plays behind the credits, stirring everything that came before. The Miracle Syndicate leaves behind a quiet trace, something just beneath the skin.

A sound that stays long after the song is over.

All releases appear under Painful Records, an imprint dedicated to works that remain personal, patient, and present.

Painful Records stands for independence, integrity, and emotion in sound. What began as a small studio project has grown into a creative collective reaching listeners across continents.

Painful Records may incorporate AI-assisted tools within its production workflow. All creative decisions, composition, arrangement, and post-production are directed by the artists. We do not use AI to imitate other artists or voices. Every release is human-guided, emotionally intentional, and protected under applicable copyright law.

Painful Records, 2025.

"The wound is where the Light enters you."  —Rumí

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Rising star rewriting all music history.　rosu
artist link
applemusic
https://music.apple.com/jp/artist/rosu/1729955406

Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/intl-ja/artist/2faJBc6tGVkPQuZU8jOTM4?si=CLhhktpiQ9yEZ6bMOKFtPQ

patreon
patreon.com/rosu419
audiomack
https://audiomack.com/1rosukiyo

Bandcamp
https://rosu1.bandcamp.com/music

親愛なる夢想家と宇宙旅行者の皆様、

海が空であり、宇宙の精霊が踊るこの世界で、あなたも私と一緒に旅しましょう。私の歌は宇宙のささやきであり、心の奥底に響く憧れの響きです。私たちは一緒に、宇宙の広大さと私たちの感情の親密な流れとの関係を探求します。

それぞれの音符は波であり、それぞれの歌詞は星座であり、希望と憂鬱の感情を通してあなたを導きます。スペクトルクラゲの穏やかな輝きと空中を飛ぶタコの優雅な動きの中に、私たちは儚さと未知の中に美しさを見出します。私の音楽は、私たちの前に来た人々の物語と、これから続く人々の夢に語りかけます。

憧れの気持ちや目的の探求を抱いているのはあなただけではないことを知っていただきたいのです。たとえそれがどんなに遠くに見えても、自分の夢を抱きしめて、それをあなたの導きの星にしてください。迷ったときは、最も暗い夜でさえ、最も明るい夜明けに道を譲ることができることを思い出してください。

一緒に、私たちの憧れを善の力に変え、私たち自身をはるかに超えて広がるポジティブな波紋を生み出しましょう。地上と天上のすべての存在の相互のつながりを祝いながら、私たちがこの素晴らしい人生の旅をナビゲートするとき、あなたの魂も私の魂とともに舞い上がりましょう。

私の音楽と夢をあなたと共有することを許可してくれてありがとう。一緒に明るい未来への道を照らしていきましょう。

愛と宇宙の光を込めて、
さゆかララ

Dear Dreamers and Cosmic Travelers,

In this world where the sea is our sky and the spirits of the cosmos dance among us, I invite you to journey with me. My songs are whispers of the universe, echoes of longing that resonate with the depths of our hearts. Together, we explore the connection between the vastness of the cosmos and the intimate currents of our emotions.

Each note is a wave, each lyric a constellation, guiding you through feelings of hope and melancholy. In the gentle glow of spectral jellyfish and the graceful movements of airborne octopi, we find beauty in the transient and the unknown. My music speaks to the stories of those who came before us and the dreams of those who will follow.

I want you to know that you are not alone in your feelings of yearning or your quest for purpose. Embrace your dreams, however distant they may seem, and let them be your guiding stars. In moments of doubt, remember that even the darkest nights can give way to the brightest dawns.

Together, let’s transform our longing into a force for good, creating ripples of positivity that extend far beyond ourselves. Let your spirit soar alongside mine, as we navigate this incredible journey through life, celebrating the interconnectedness of all beings—both earthly and celestial.

Thank you for allowing me to share my music and dreams with you. Together, we can illuminate the path to a brighter future.

With love and cosmic light,
Sayuka Lala

 2014 - 2024, Ayano Ishi, Sayuka LALA

https://www.youtube.com/@SayukaLala
https://www.dailymotion.com/sayuka_lala

AudioKraftBerlin stand for powerful, narrative indie pop with orchestral intensity and emotional depth. Their songs weave driving guitar riffs, powerful synth layers and memorable melodies into an electrifying soundtrack full of unexpected twists.
Each track tells its own story – with energy, detail and a touch of wit – and comes to life on stage with a presence that is both dynamic and sincere.

Dutch-Belgian fulltime student
Ghent based alt trap/ dark-pop
First EP released: Ghent Ghosts ✅️
HALLOW: 14/11
❌️Imperator: 2026❌️

- Part Pianist, part composer, part poet, part IT technologies technician/programmer, 100% musician. -

Otoniel Rojas is a Dominican pianist and composer celebrated for his unique fusion of classical music with the rich rhythms of his homeland. Born in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, he was immersed in a vibrant musical environment from an early age. His father, an accomplished musician, served as the principal flutist and later as the piccolo player in the National Symphony Orchestra of the Dominican Republic, instilling in him a profound appreciation for music.

At just seven years old, Rojas began his formal music education at the National Conservatory of Music, initially focusing on the violin. Simultaneously, he nurtured a passion for the piano, teaching himself to play and developing exceptional sight-reading abilities. His prodigious talent quickly became evident as he accompanied his father in numerous public performances, church services, and television appearances across his native country.

Determined to refine his pianistic skills, Rojas pursued formal piano instruction, excelling in performance, counterpoint, music theory, and solfège at the conservatory. Despite his musical successes, he briefly explored an engineering career at the Universidad Autónoma de Santo Domingo (UASD). However, his unwavering dedication to music led him to resume his artistic journey.

Seeking broader horizons, Otoniel relocated to the United States to study at Brooklyn College of the City University of New York—a hub for international students and a springboard to esteemed institutions like Juilliard. Under the mentorship of acclaimed pianist Agustin Anievas, a celebrated American classical pianist known for his recordings of Chopin and Rachmaninoff. Under Anievas' tutelage, Rojas flourished, graduating with a Bachelor's degree in Piano Performance, earning the distinction of Cum Laude. His exceptional musicianship was recognized when he won the conservatory's piano competition, performing Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 3 with the college orchestra.

Deeply involved in the college's musical community, Rojas participated in chamber music ensembles, served as a piano accompanist, and sang in both the specialized chamber choir and the conservatory choir. He expanded his compositional skills under the guidance of Robert Starer, an Austrian-born American composer known for his contributions to contemporary classical music. His collaboration with the university's ballet program led to his composition "A Passing of Time" being incorporated into the ballet's repertoire, which was performed internationally by the university ballet in Prague.

To further diversify his expertise, Rojas studied conducting with Karoly Kope, chamber music with Stoddard Lincoln and Marion Feldman—a distinguished cellist and professor at New York University—and delved into music history under H. Wiley Hitchcock, a leading authority on American music.

Upon returning to the Dominican Republic, Rojas continued to compose and perform. He was commissioned by the Sinfónica del Cibao to create "Mozartina," an orchestral piece that masterfully intertwines traditional merengue rhythms with themes from Mozart's "Jupiter" Symphony. The work features the tambora, a traditional Dominican percussion instrument, symbolizing a fusion of his classical training and cultural roots. "Mozartina" premiered with the Sinfónica del Cibao and was later performed in a revised version by the National Symphony Orchestra in Santo Domingo under the baton of Caonex Peguero, a prominent Dominican violinist/conductor/composer.

Today, Rojas continues to share his music with audiences worldwide. Through platforms like SoundCloud and published sheet music, he brings a unique blend of classical and Dominican musical traditions to listeners and performers alike. His journey reflects a lifelong dedication to music and a commitment to bridging cultures through his art.

Music Studio, covering any genre, any kind of artist.

🔥 DIRK SLASHER – METAL, MAYHEM, AND MADNESS 🔥
🚧 It Started with a Collapse. Then Came the Music. 🚧

In March 2024, the Francis Scott Key Bridge collapsed, shutting down the Port of Baltimore and leaving thousands of workers—including me—out of work for months. With time on my hands and chaos in the world, I did the only thing that made sense...That’s when Dirk Slasher decided to make an album.I started experimenting with Suno, crafting music by combining raw ideas, lyrics, and concepts into something massive. From there, I took those tracks into Logic Pro, still learning, still innovating, pushing every song to hit harder, sound bigger, and bring stories to life in ways I never imagined.
🎭 Story-Driven Metal with No Boundaries
Dirk Slasher isn’t about whining or self-pity—it’s about fighting monsters, facing the apocalypse, and laughing in the face of doom. Every song tells a story, from battling chupacabras with a pointy stick to Dirk himself taking on Moby Dick.The music itself? A brutal mix of thrash, industrial, and horror-fueled chaos. Some tracks punch like old-school Sabbath, others hit like Ministry on a warpath. One moment, you’re in an 80s British Steel throwback, the next, it’s a full-speed hair metal anthem straight out of a neon-drenched, leather-clad fever dream. No two songs sound the same, because where’s the fun in that?And if you think that’s it—Dirk Slasher is also a gamer. I stream Call of Duty Zombies, Zombie Army 4, horror shooters, and anything that lets me cause mayhem on my YouTube channel. Expect wild commentary, over-the-top action, and some of the dirtiest tricks in the book. And yeah, all my music is on my channel too.
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This is independent, underground metal with no limits. No label, no corporate nonsense—just raw, unfiltered mayhem. Follow for metal that’s brutal, ridiculous, and 100% unstoppable.🎧 Find me here on SoundCloud, and catch me on YouTube for even more madness.
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