🧥 Oldman Steptoe’s Tape Diary: Entry #44 — “Remi’s Crawl (Revised)”
It begins with a whisper that shouldn’t be there. Remi’s voice, reversed and stretched, floats over a pad like fog rolling through a derelict playground. The melody—Gb to Eb, F to D, Ab to F, G to E—feels like someone tracing the outline of a memory they’re trying to forget. It loops again, but this time the bass doubles, and a hi-hat ticks like a warning.

Then the chords arrive.

Not chords, really—clusters. Eight-note slabs of chromatic tension. G♯ to G, stacked like bricks in a wall that doesn’t care if you climb it. Then D♯ to B, jagged and restless. Then G to E♭ to E, like a scream folded into origami. Every 16 bars, another synth joins the procession, each one colder than the last. It’s not harmony—it’s architecture. A cathedral built from unresolved grief.

At bar 65, the world drops out. Just the pad again. But now there are children laughing. Playing. It’s not comforting. It’s a memory you didn’t make, but somehow still remember.

Then the final crawl begins. From bar 81 to 161, the same chord clusters repeat like a ritual. Every 16 bars, a new synth layer is added—each one heavier, more suffocating. Around bar 129, the fade begins. But it’s not a fade-out. It’s a burial. The music doesn’t end—it’s swallowed.

By the time it’s over, you’re not sure if you heard a song or survived one.

Remi's Crawl

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