pulled from the wreckage
2025-06-01
remix done late

latestage//waves

A whisper inside a scream. This is the sound of being invisible to the one who swore they saw you.

Blending dark pop, glitchtrap, and melodic emotional chaos, “Did You Even See Me” is a post-breakup transmission from a faceless voice that still echoes — even when no one’s listening.

🎧 From the debut EP: No Pulse, Still Singing

Written in static. Sung in shadows. Produced by no one you’ll ever see.

DropGhost - Did You Even See Me (Debut EP-No Pulse, Still Singing)

A hauntcore confession in the voice of a poet with no place left to lie.
“meDIAS” unravels satire, memory, and the broadcast blues
TV as altar, mask, and mirror.
Spoken word for the post-truth generation.
For the ones still begging with birdshit hats and burnt tongues.
When to speak? When to stay silent? When the TV answers, it sounds like you.

Lyrics:

Orators of old
May I be bold 
Permit my tongue and foul breath 
I come to offer lies at your behest 

I am just a poet
My words are not worth much 
I have this old cap 
Stained by the bird shit of my trust 
You call it wit

Charm, grace, cultivated cat and chase 
If you would rather hear the squawking I can lead 
I bare before you in my hands 
A hat of little means 
I am a beggar in ways 
In more and more craze 
Some days I plead or seethe 
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 
Or which lying, blindness, or highness claims 
Time to see  

If you may allow me this one reprieve 
I ask just this one riddle of we
When should I speak
When should I stay quiet 
What if I get charged for instigating a riot 

What if when charged I lower my frame, pivot, and play the game
I speak songs with Alzheimer's 
I stay quiet for so long my gaze is the frame of a self portrait 
One I used to admire 

What if the game forgets the rules 
Acquires tools and land and fellow man 
When then would the breaking point one choose 
Is a dream and dream worth living if it always costs you 

Say what of a dream you can never forget, it forever haunts you 
Like speaking thrice in a mirror and the sound of flesh, it forever taunts you 
Nightmare or sleep
Life or peace 
Always wrong 
Nightly deceased 

TV TV sing to me 
Great wide blue cradle me 
You there on the tube tell me you see 
Just another man pretending to be

meDIAS

_ Ivybr1dge  ･✧♡ [snippet]

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::0x₿l33d

RELEASE 01.08.2025

“Sussura Inferorum” blends haunting ambient textures, ghostlike vocals and ritualistic low-end into a cinematic, slow-building horror score. A sonic whisper from the underworld – ominous, immersive, and unnervingly beautiful.

This feels actually much more authentic than releasing any happy summer songs, see description "Deepression" and next songs will also address this, but I will try to still upload some other songs

Maybe some genre voting could also be something to consider in the future...^^

BUY / STREAM

Sussura Inferorum

the sound of wanting someone so bad you lose yourself. the sound of falling to your knees in a hazy fit of love. the sound of collapse.

collapse

Are you sure you want to enter this door?
If you are scared, don't come near.
My mirrors can sense your fear.
Am I too much for you to bear?

Let me bleed where shadows dwell,
Not to fix, but to compel.
This is my pain—do you dare to kneel?
Not for mercy… but to feel?
Inside this mirror cathedral—nothing heals.
Dare to look at the truth beneath the seal.
I won’t sell my name. I won’t serve your fantasy.
You walk in light… but do you really see me?

Let me bleed where shadows dwell,
Not to fix, but to compel.
This is my pain—do you dare to kneel?
Not for mercy… but to feel?
Inside this mirror cathedral—nothing heals.
Dare to look at the truth beneath the seal.
I won’t sell my name. I won’t serve your fantasy.
You walk in light… but do you really see me?

Do you dare to take a look?
At what many before you shook.
You call me difficult, too hexed—
Poor you… so limited. - I am complex.
You entered without care.
Am I too much for you to bear?

Am I too much for you to bear?
Show me that you truly care.
Inside this mirror cathedral—nothing heals.
Dare to look at the truth beneath the seal.
I won’t sell my name. I won’t serve your fantasy.
You walk in light… but do you really see me?
Am I too much for you to bear?

If you leave—you won’t be the first.
These mirrors shatter… never burst.
Am I too much for you to bear?

Too much to bear

_ Icy1ake ･✧ [snippet]

instr. credit : eternal rin ♡
#hubworld

_ Icy1ake ･✧♡ [snippet]

"Fade In" is a slow descent into memory — or maybe a resurrection.
It begins like a breath you didn’t know you were holding: minimalist synth pulses, cinematic hush, and Asphyxia Knox at her most delicate. Her voice drifts in from the edge of sleep, delivering verses that feel like unfinished texts or dreams you half-remember.

GØSTMODE’s production builds like mist — soft, deliberate, then loaded with distortion. It’s the sound of something once hidden choosing to emerge, pixel by pixel, frame by frame.

“Fade In” is about not knowing where you start, or where they ended. It’s not a beginning. It’s what comes after the end credits.

Fade in

Grafenberg unravels The Cure’s bittersweet tension into a velvet fog of pulses, whispers, and spectral longing.
The rhythm slows. The air thickens. Robert Smith’s words dissolve into reverb like breath on a mirror.

This is no longer flirtation — it’s phantom obsession.
Phantom Caress feels like love after the fall, a ghost that clings with elegance and ache.

Sensual. Hollow. Beautifully haunted.

The Cure - Close to me (Grafenberg's Phantom Caress Remix)

8-bit echoes drifting like snow outside a window. This is Pixel Parade.

Pixel Parade (demo)

One-man project established in 2024.

If you like my music, great. 

If not, you’re also welcome.

Feel free to like and comment on my songs, and don’t forget to follow me for more music!

Follow, like, and share to hear the haunt. The specter brings new rites often. 

heirmonty.carrd.co

AUTOEXÉ is a system crash disguised as a sound.

The duo is made up of Asphyxia Knox — a spectral vocalist forged from vinyl static, surveillance glamour, and digital ruin — and GØSTMODE, the architect behind the interface: producer, writer, and silent manipulator of signal.

Together they build sonic worlds where techno meets trauma, minimal synth meets memoir, and elegance is always threaded with control. Their debut project, CTRL+ALT+DELUXE, fuses fashion editorial aesthetics with post-industrial noise, glamor fatigue, and glitch pop melancholy.

AUTOEXÉ doesn’t perform the future. It executes it.

fr4c//t.3d_3chØs::l0st’n.st@tic///sig∿als_frµm≠now#re

music for the composed and chaotic. anyone who's ever had to copy and paste their feelings to make them more paletable. drown in the sound of piano, reverb and poetic lyrics.

I dreamt of 1984. I dreamt it like this.

info@theprozacmarios.com

✧ grunge ･ cloud ･ dub ･ acid ✧
 ･ paul creswick ~ uncharted uk ･

Producer | Composer | Lyricist | MSc | AbleArtist 

DEEP / MELODIC / FUSION / EXPERIMENTAL 
No fix genres – creativity has no boundaries. 

Music has been a part of me since my early years – shaped by diverse influences and a deep love for sound. I attended a music-focused high school and played piano as a child – but it wasn’t until years later that I truly began creating music myself. 

My musical journey started over 15 years ago with mixes and mashups. Later, I began with non-commercial compositions – before taking a long break due to personal and health-related reasons. After that time of silence and reflection, I’m now back – still creating and transforming experience into sound. 

I work across genres and approaches: from fully self-composed tracks to productions using samples and even songs generated with contemporary tools combined with the others – typically with own lyrics to tell personal or meaningful stories, influenced by years of illness and a deep longing for genuine justice.

Grafenberg is a sonic explorer whose path spans from the DJ booth to the edges of contemporary electronic production. After two decades of collecting and spinning techno, minimal and deep underground records, he transformed that passion into a personal language of textures and contrasts.

His debut EP on Traumwelten was both a tribute to the artists who shaped him and a declaration of his own voice. Since then, Grafenberg has expanded his sound, weaving deep techno foundations with cinematic atmospheres, hypnotic grooves, and moog-driven nostalgia.

In 2025, Grafenberg released “No Saints, No Proof”, an album that pushes his music into new emotional and conceptual territory—blurring the line between the dancefloor and inner reflection. Looking ahead, his upcoming project “Erebion’s Dominion” promises to further expand this vision, unfolding as a narrative between cosmic darkness and redemptive light.

Forever chasing innovation and raw emotion, Grafenberg bridges the legacy of techno with new horizons, where every note tells a fragment of dream or utopia.

New tracks tagged #ghostwave