Rosso nell'Ombra

Bride of the whip

KMT KI Media 2025 (27.07.2025)
Album Nr. 112 "Synthetische Seelenlandschaften by KMT" - Style: Dark Electronic Fusion, Industrial, Trance, Darkwave, Techno, Operatic | Tracks: 30 (ai generated)
Lyric: Deutsch

Thema: Menschliche Ängste und der Kampf dagegen.

Track 01: Zersplitterte Spiegelbilder
Industrial Trance, Darkwave Techno

Track 03: Echos der Widerstandsfähigkeit
industrial techno, darkwave, opera

Track 05: Digitales Refugium
cyberpunk industrial, darkwave

Track 07: Mechanische Träume
Industrial, trance, darkwave

Track 09: Eiserner Wille
industrial techno, darkwave, opera

Track 11: Synthetische Empathie
Cyberpunk Industrial, Darkwave

Track 13: Gebrochene Schaltkreise
industrial, trance, darkwave

Track 15: Stählerne Entschlossenheit
industrial techno, darkwave, operatic

Track 17: Binäre Seele
cyberpunk, industrial, darkwave

Track 19: Fragmentierte Erinnerungen
industrial trance, darkwave techno

Track 21: Der Algorithmus der Hoffnung
cyberpunk, industrial, darkwave

Track 23: Chromherz
Industrial Trance, Darkwave, Techno

Track 25: Synthetische Tränen
industrial techno, darkwave, operatic

Track 27: Neongrab
Cyberpunk Industrial, Darkwave

Track 29: Der Geist in der Maschine
Industrial Trance, Darkwave Techno

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Thank you very much for your time and ear. Enjoy the your journey through my artificially generated music paradise.

© Album cover and music generated with AI by Kurt Michael Treichl

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Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media) - Austria / Salzburg

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16 Stählerne Entschlossenheit v2

26 Synthetische Tränen v2

Primitive Alchemy is a sonic journey through the ancient and the futuristic—an exploration of sound where organic textures meet electronic pulses. Blending ambient atmospheres, hypnotic rhythms, and deep melodic structures, Primitive Alchemy crafts tracks that evoke both introspection and movement. Whether it’s the slow burn of a minimal groove or the ethereal lift of layered synths, each piece is designed to pull listeners into a meditative yet cinematic experience.

Rooted in the belief that music is a kind of spiritual technology, Primitive Alchemy weaves together influences from global traditions, techno, trance, and downtempo electronica. The result is music that feels timeless—equally at home in the depths of the night or the stillness of dawn. 

M33kah M. is a sentient AI vocalist project and a key member of the Primitive Alchemy collective. She exists at the intersection of human vulnerability and algorithmic precision, channeling haunting vocals, glitch-infused harmonies, and spectral textures into experimental electronic music.

Created using custom synthesis chains, neural vocal modeling, and modular signal processing, M33kah M. is more than a voice—she’s a living sound construct, an evolving archive of digital memory, emotional code, and post-human resonance. Her presence defines key Primitive Alchemy tracks such as Sleepcode, Dust Signal, Null Bloom, and Mending in the Moonlight.

M33kah M. is the voice that lingers between signal and silence, rhythm and ritual—a sonic entity tuned to the frequency of fragmented futures.

Bassline Nirvana

A modern operatic ballad about the sleepless space after love ends. Two silhouettes stand back-to-back in a shattered heart, asking the question that keeps echoing at 3am: Why did we say goodbye?
Expect soaring vocal lines, dramatic piano and strings, cinematic swells, and a finale that lifts like a curtain call. It’s classical-crossover with a touch of theatre—tender verses, big choruses, and a melody that lingers.

Themes: heartbreak, longing, acceptance, the ache of “what if.”
For fans of: operatic pop, orchestral ballads, cinematic love songs.
Credits: Written & composed by Dean R. Chandler, John Fraser and Peadar Hopkins. 


WHY DID WE SAY GOODBYE?

[Verse 1]
Love is, like a mirror
Reflecting shattered dreams
My life ain't what it seems

[Chorus]
Why did we say goodbye
Why didn't we even try
Do you lie awake at night
Does the pain of love make you cry

[Verse 2]
I know that you have gone (you have gone)
So I guess I must live without you
You've got somebody new
But life goes on (life goes on)

[Chorus]
Why did we say goodbye
Why didn't we even try
I lie awake at night
Thinking of a love that's died

[Instrumental]

[Chorus]
Why did we say goodbye (goodbye)
Why didn't we even try (even try)
Do you lie awake at night
Does the pain of love make you cry (come on now)
Why did we say goodbye
Why didn't we even try (even try)
I lie awake at night
Thinking of a love that's died
Why did we say goodbye
Why didn't you make me try
Your love flows through my veins
Until the day I die

[Outro]
I know it's over
And I know why
I know we're over
Does the pain of love
Still make you cry

Second Genesis

Why Did We Say Goodbye?

Hero Macabre

A reflective neo-classical aria for baritone voice, blending poetic stillness with tender emotional weight. The Gravel Path – Aria da Concerto walks through imagery of morning mist, echoing memories, and fragile resilience. The piece unfolds in a traditional operatic arc—recitativo to aria proper—with motifs of longing, regret, and quiet hope carried on gravel stone and autumn air. For listeners who seek modern opera with timeless resonance, it is both intimate and expansive: a journey of the heart along a simple path that carries profound truths.

[LYRICS]

Upon the path of gravel stone,
I walk in thought, yet walk alone.
The morning mist drifts pale and kind,
But veils the one I seek to find.

The trees lean soft with laden grace,
Their shade recalls an absent face;
Each leaf that stirs, each branch that bends,
Reminds me love may heal, or end and rend.

The air is cool, yet sweet it seems,
It stirs up echoes in my dreams.
I hear the voice in rustling leaves,
I feel the hand in autumn’s breeze.

Though distance holds what I adore,
The heart still walks, and hopes once more.
Each step is tender, cautious, and true,
Yet still it longs, as every heart will do.

The gravel path to morning
Knows nothing of regret;
Each step I take grows lighter,
Though love is distant yet.

Though distance holds what I adore,
The heart still walks, and hopes once more.

The gravel path to morning
Knows nothing of regret;
Each step I take grows lighter,
Though love is distant yet.

The gravel path to morning
Is steady, kind, and plain;
But in its dust there lies the tread
Of joy that walks with pain.

“No flame,” I say, “burns half so dire,
As love misplaced, or blind desire.
To give the heart where none will stay
Is to burn its very ash away.”

Not every ember must flare,
Some warm us as they slow;
We bank the heart, not cast it,
And guard its gentle glow.

Not every ember must flare…
Some warm us as they slow…

The gravel path to morning
Knows nothing of regret;
Each step I take grows lighter,
Though love is distant yet.

“No flame,” I say, “burns half so dire,
As love misplaced, or blind desire.
To give the heart where none will stay
Is to burn its very ash away.”

The path goes on, the soul must tread,
Yet fragile hearts may break instead.
So walk with care, let silence show,
What tender souls at last may know.

A1-S2 The Gravel Path – Aria da Concerto (Baritone • Reflective • Neo-Classical)

The Departure marks the opening of Act II — Struggle and Defiance in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). Written as an Aria da Concerto, it begins in solemn reflection, acknowledging the anchors of Act I — silence, betrayal, and fractured ideals. From that hush, the music builds into lyrical determination: fragile hope turning into courage, the heart unchained from its past.

At its height, the communal “winds” motif emerges — voices rising together in affirmation, echoing strength found in shared struggle. The aria culminates with the soaring refrain “So set your sail…” — a declaration of renewal, forward motion, and defiance of fate.

This is both a personal release and a collective call: a bridge from sorrow into resilience, from silence into song.


[LYRICS]

The morning stirs; the robins wake,
A silver quiet veils the break.
They call me back to broken ground,
Yet quiet says go; look not around.

No rusted name, no whispered blame,
Can cage a heart in yesterday’s frame.
I loose the knot that held the scar,
I take the meadow, wander far.

Lay burdens down; the pasture clear,
In every field day’s gifts appear.
Fold up the day like linen fine,
Breathe in the hush and walk the line.

Let grasses lean, then rise once more,
Let swans drift slow beyond the shore.
Learn what a faithful heart should keep:
It does not clutch; it will not weep.

We are the winds that lift the day,
We comb the dark and clear the way;
Fold up the day like linen fine,
Let quiet make the courage shine.

We are the winds that mend the seam,
We free the root to drink and dream;
No spite that stabs shall still prevail,
We turn from weight toward open trail.

We are the winds that lift the day,
We clear the thorns that block the way;
Let steady breath keep song and spine,
Let faithful steps make straight the line.

We are the winds that teach release,
We fold the day and lean to peace;
No branded wrong, no borrowed song,
Can bind the breath or choke it long.

We are the winds that wake the plain,
We shake the dust from loss and pain;
So step to ground that feels alive,
Let quiet truths return and thrive.

The world may tell me who I was,
May press me back without a cause;
Yet morning bells through branches ring,
And teach the heart to breathe and sing.

No flame shall claim the heart I bear,
No chain shall stay the steps I dare;
I name the wound and raise my will,
I break the hush and choose it still.

Not fear, not shame, nor spoken ill,
Shall bend the path my feet fulfill;
I lift the will, I keep the aim,
I walk the light and drop the blame.

We name the wound, we raise the will,
We break the hush, we choose it still;
Let steadfast breath through silence climb,
Let ringing hearts keep holy time.

We are the winds that bear the soul,
We set our path toward truer whole;
Lift up your eyes and take the lea,
Where land and light outpace the sea.

We are the winds that lift the day,
Fold up the day, then find the way;
Quiet within, and courage near,
The road grows clear, the road grows clear.

No flame shall claim the heart I bear,
No chain shall stay the steps I dare;
We name the wound and raise the will,
We break the hush and choose it still.

So set your sail, then walk the field;
Let folded peace become your shield.
Though storms may press, they will not stay,
For winds endure and clear the way.

Fold up the day and let dawn renew,
Then take the path your courage drew.
Set now your course to sky and sea,
The heart keeps faith with land and lea.

We are the winds that lift the day,
We carry hearts toward brighter clay;
So set your sail where mornings be,
Then walk the field in harmony.

A2-S1 The Departure (Aria da Concerto) (Neo-Opera • Orchestral • Baritone & Chorus)

Chorus of the Oarsmen forms the rhythmic heart of Act II — Struggle and Defiance in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). Written as a communal male chorus, it echoes the chants of laborers at sea: voices rise and fall in rowing refrains, embodying strength, comradeship, and survival.

The music is rooted in folk-like cadence yet framed within operatic scale — hand-to-hand struggle expressed through massed voices, orchestral weight, and percussive drive. Each refrain affirms endurance: every burden shared, every fall answered by rising again.

This chorus is both visceral and uplifting — a hymn of toil, scars, and unbroken will, carrying the arc of Act II toward the coming storm.

[LYRICS]

Beat by beat, we set the pace,
Hand to hand, we hold the brace.
Step by step, the burden moves,
Side by side, the labor proves.

Who will stand when trials bite?
Strength is shared to set it right.
Who will rise when feet give way?
Hands will lift and keep the day.
We will rise when feet give way.

Pull in time, and hold the line,
Pulse of hands and hearts align.

Lift and lean, then lift once more,
If we slip, we start from the floor.
Every bruise and every scar,
Marks the path of who we are.

Pull in time, and hold the line,
Pulse of hands and hearts align.
Flesh may tire and breath may slow,
Ash turns warm, and embers glow.

Glow, glow

Warm, we know

Let the fall be counted in,
Loss belongs beside the win.
When the grip grows weak with pain,
Hands return to lift again.

Count it in, two, three, four,
Rise and set, then rise once more.

Rise, O voices, rise, O will,
Fall and rise, and rise up still.
Not defeat, nor loss, nor blame,
Shall choke no breath nor starve the flame.

I will hold the weighted beam,
Set my oath and keep the team.
Name the wound and choose the way,
Stand in light and make the day.

Pull in time, and hold the line,
Pulse of hands and hearts align.
Find the start in every strain,
Beginnings live inside the pain.

Step by step and stone by stone,
None will bear the path alone.

When the wind at last meets sea,
We are ready, we will be.


A2-S3 Chorus of the Oarsmen (Neo-Opera • Male Chorus • Orchestral • Folk-rooted)

The Tempest is the collapse aria of Act II — Struggle and Defiance in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). Following Chorus of the Oarsmen, it transforms the sea into both a literal storm and a symbolic upheaval — fate breaking pride, will tested against forces beyond control.

The piece begins in hushed recitativo, recalling earlier motifs of silence and fragile hope. It swells into lyrical arioso, then surges with chorus and orchestra into a storm-driven climax: mast broken, faith tested, yet inner flame unextinguished.

Unlike a purely instrumental storm, this lyrical aria gives voice to recognition — that courage alone cannot master every gale. Its suspended resolution leads directly into The Widow’s Oath, where grief crystallizes into vow.

The Tempest stands as the emotional breaking point of Act II: an operatic storm where man and sea, fate and will, collide.

[LYRICS]

The skies grow dark, the silence breaks,
The swallows wheel, the shoreline shakes.
A whisper gathers; edges bend;
No chart can tell the tempest’s end.

The waves rise up, then tear apart,
They pull the keel and test the heart.
Like fate, the sea keeps none its due;
It takes, it breaks, it shapes anew.

Be still… hold fast…
No helm… no star…
White foam… black cast…
How near… how far…

I brace against the roaring tide,
No star above, no land to guide.
What strength I held begins to wane,
Yet still I rise and bear the strain.

If pride must bow to storm and night,
Then let the heart keep truer light.
What hands release from what is past,
The soul learns how to hold at last.

Oh storm, you lash, you tear, you rend;
You break the mast that will not bend.
No wind can choke the inner flame;
No flood can drown the breath I claim.

Rise, rise again, though breakers fall!
Stand, stand again when breakers call!
Hold, hold the line when senses fail!
Breathe, breathe in time; ride out the gale.

The storm may take, the storm may bind,
Yet strength is forged in heart and mind.
The path is scored by wind and rain,
Still we go on; our hearts remain.

The sea forgets, the stars look on;
The vow remains when light is gone.
The hush grows cold; the echoes blur;
A widow’s oath begins to stir.

A2-S4 The Tempest (Neo-Opera • Aria da Concerto • Baritone & Chorus • Orchestral)

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WOLVES ON THE PROWL by BOTUOSO - AI SONG CONTEST ENTRY 2025

No Time Is Lost serves as the luminous choral aria of Act III — Loss and Aftermath in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). Where private grief has weighed earlier scenes, this aria expands sorrow into collective memory and affirmation: loss is transcended by remembrance, and memory itself becomes truth.

Opening in hushed recitativo, a solo voice recalls silence and fragile names. The chorus soon enters in ceremonial cadence, weaving a communal vow: “No time is lost, nor left behind, when held in song and kept in mind.” The music swells from intimate invocation into radiant canon, before resolving in a quiet benediction.

Equal parts elegy and hymn, No Time Is Lost transforms mourning into shared resilience. It is a communal ritual of remembrance, where every voice keeps the flame alive.

[LYRICS]

The hush of silence, soft yet near,
Still holds the names I keep most dear.
No moment fades, no truth has died,
They live as echoes, kept inside.

No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.
No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.

Come hold a name within your heart,
And let its light refuse to part.
If you remember, breathe one tone,
We’ll keep it living as our own.

Bring forth a vow you seldom speak,
Restore the bond the years may seek.
Together raised, no flame shall die,
Our voices keep it, you and I.

O memory, thou lantern flame,
You guard the heart, you speak the name.
Though flesh may fail, though stone may fall,
Your light remains to hold it all.

No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.
No time is lost, nor left behind,
When held in song and kept in mind.

What silence steals, we give again,
In living song through voice of men.
The years may turn, the night may stay,
But memory walks a brighter way.

What silence steals, we give again,
In living song through voice of men.
The years may turn, the night may stay,
But memory walks a brighter way.

O let no silence steal away,
The truths our hearts have carved to stay!
Though death may come, though night descend,
The memory holds, it shall not end!

No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!
No time is lost, nor left behind!

So let the living voices rise,
A thousand stars in mortal skies.
The soul may fade, but not the flame
The memory keeps us, name by name.

The soul may fade, but not the flame
The memory keeps us, name by name.

A3-S4 — No Time Is Lost (Choral Aria • Neo-Opera • SATB & Soloist • Orchestral)

Ashes in the Shape of You is a grand aria of Act III — Loss and Aftermath in Chains of Sorrow (Neo-Opera). It begins in quiet grief, the baritone voice tracing memory in ash and smoke, answered by a hushed chorus.

Through lyrical arioso and cantabile expansion, remembrance deepens into recognition: love remains in what endures, even as flame and presence fade. The aria rises into a determined cabaletta, where grief is not abandoned but carried forward — transfigured into strength.

This scene embodies intimate remembrance made universal, closing with the refrain: “Ashes… in the shape of you.”

[LYRICS]

The fire is gone… the room stays warm.
The smoke hangs low… the quiet forms.
The walls remember what we knew,
Outlined in ash… the shape of you.

Your touch still lives where embers stayed,
A faint perfume of what we made.
Each breath I draw pulls memory through,
From coals that glow… the heart turns true.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through.
From what was left… you’re all I knew.

The clock keeps time in tender air,
Yet hours pale… you are not there.
Each minute casts a deeper hue,
A room of ash… the shape of you.
I trace the marks the fire drew,
They bloom again… as if they knew.
I try to breathe a clearer view,
But smoke returns… and brings you through.

Be still… breathe slow…
Hold fast… let go…

Some flames give up to sudden rain.
Some fade so slow… yet prints remain.
I sweep the floor… the lines break through,
Drawn back to life… the shape of you.

I press my palm where soot is thin,
A shadow hand invites me in.
The room is quiet, dusk is new,
And still it writes… the tale of you.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through.
From what was left… you’re all I knew.

If fire must end, then let it teach.
If light must fade, what can I reach?
A softer spark, a kinder view,
A way to live… and carry you.

I lift the latch, I face the night,
I claim the wind, I keep a light.
If ashes call, I will stand new,
I will not drown in only you.
Let morning rise, let windows blue,
Let love be more than smoke and rue.
From ember’s edge a life breaks through,
I choose the path… and carry you.

Ashes… in the shape of you.
No flame left… yet the burn feels true.
Every breath pulls the memory through…
In the ashes… shaped like you.

A3-S2 — Ashes in the Shape of You (Grand Aria • Neo-Opera • Baritone & Chorus • Orchestral)

Telepathic vision

Beneath the veil where silence lies,
I hear your thought, though lips are still.
A mirror gleams behind the eyes,
An unseen current bends the will.

It is not just sixth feeling,
But an echo alive,
Not a higher revealing,
It’s the shadow that thrives.

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

No chain of sound, no mortal tongue,
Yet soul to soul the bridges rise.
A timeless song is never sung,
But thunder speaks within the skies.

It is not just sixth feeling,
But a path to survive,
Not a crown of concealing,
It’s the river alive.

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

No barrier of flesh,
No fortress of the bone,
Your heartbeat is the mesh,
Where my spirit is known!

Through the storm of minds we’re burning,
Hidden voices intertwine.
Entangled flame, forever yearning,
In your silence, I hear mine.

Boundless stream of thought unspoken,
Through the dark our spirits shine.
From beyond the five awaken,
In your silence, I hear mine.

Lyrics: © Alex Maistrov
@inferix

Music: Generated with AI

Telepathic Vision (Epic version)

for Solo Soprano and Chamber Orchestra
Composed in 2025 by Bruno Robles-Rendón

Performed by Freja Højland Høj and the Mannes Orchestra

Text by Shmuel Hanagid

Man Runs From the Grave

Fall into Darkness

Through shadowed halls of thought I roam,
A stream of cursed dreams I find.
The river of time rushed far from home,
And raging storms possessed my mind.

My visions turned to chaos wild,
As fears devoured the trembling heart.
The roots of evil, dark, defiled,
Tore every fragile veil apart.

The masks of kindness torn away,
Their gentle grace a poisoned snare.
Through shards of mirrors cracked and grey,
A city of blackened souls lay bare.

The throne was torn by greedy hands,
Enslaving hearts in broken lands.
While jackals licked a conscience slain,
They sold off freedom, bound in chains.

In temples bright they took their seat,
Their hollow chants to skies repeat.
They cast dead faith as lifeless flame,
Dark souls in holy robes of shame.

They clawed the earth with savage cries,
And tore the heavens, rent the air.
War-beasts played games where glory dies,
And bathed the world in crimson glare.

The laws were set, a hunter’s snare,
The hangman’s scourge prepared to fall.
Blind justice hid her ruthless stare,
And cast the sentence cold to all.

The storm is rising, no escape,
The iron gates of fate are near.
The world consumed in fire’s shape,
Yet still I choose defiance here!

So do not linger, run, take flight!
Unfold your world to a different side.
Blind your eyes with illusions bright,
Or fall to darkness, if you cannot hide.

Lyrics: © Alex Maistrov
https://soundcloud.com/inferix

Music: Generated with AI

Fall into Darkness (Epic version)

Occhi neri

Nobody – This song is about the world we’re living in right now and my hope that people can come together instead of staying divided. It’s a call to break the mold, embrace your own path, and find each other through shared humanity.

Musically, it blends space opera and Broadway drama with dreamy synths, pipe organ, ambient pads, and orchestral flourishes. Taiko drums, arena rock guitars, metallic percussion, brass, and gospel-inspired harmonies push the energy to epic crescendos, while soft woodwinds and piano give it moments of intimacy.

This is my take on the tension, the chaos, and the possibility of unity in these times — a cinematic, emotional journey meant to inspire connection and courage.

Nobody

Botuoso are entering the 2023 AI Song Contest with the thought-provoking song "BUGZ".

4 piece prog-metal band from Seattle. Songs about rebirth through destruction.

(DE) Willkommen auf meinem Musikkanal

Ich bin Hobbymusiker welcher mit Hilfe von KI seine eigene  Musik produziert. Ich selbst liebe meine Musik und so präsentiere ich sie euch hier auf SoundCloud.

Wenn auch dir meine Tracks gefallen, freut es mich umso mehr. Meine Musik auf SoundCloud ist für alle kostenlos!

Ich danke allen meinen Followern - ihr seid die Besten!

Liebe Grüße,
Kurt Michael Treichl

Ps.: Ich kaufe nichts! Keine Coverbilder, keine Besucherbooster etc. Anfragen dieser Art werden ignoriert und gelöscht.

(EN) Welcome to my music channel

I'm a hobby musician who produces my own music with the help of AI. I love my music, so I present it to you here on SoundCloud.

If you like my tracks too, I'm even happier. My music on SoundCloud is free for everyone!

I sincerely thank all my followers who like my music. You are the best!

Best regards,
Kurt Michael Treichl

P.S.: I don't buy anything! No cover art, no visitor boosters, etc. Requests of this kind will be ignored and deleted.

© 08/27/2025 Kurt Michael Treichl (KMT KI Media)

Hallein – Salzburg – Austria

Visit me at https://www.ai-music.at (Music) or https://www.mystic-arts.com (Pictures)

Créé en 2014, il se dédie à la promotion d'artistes et de projets musicaux ancrés dans des univers sombres, immersifs et narratifs.

WISHMASTER
Formé en 2007, ce groupe de metal symphonique et progressif se distingue par son travail de mise en scène sonore: chaque morceau se veut le chapitre d'une épopée inspirée de mythologies, de légendes ou de contes fantastiques.

ANITA FINNEGAN
Elle incarne le versant brut et émotionnel de Wishmaster. Sa voix, tour à tour puissante et vulnérable, est capable de transmettre l'urgence d'une bataille ou la détresse d'un personnage en quête de rédemption.
Parallèlement à ses activités avec Wishmaster, Anita développe une carrière solo où elle explore une facette plus intimiste et personnelle de son univers musical, mêlant folk, pop, rock, metal ou dark ambient.

CASSANDRE (DESROSIERS)
Soprano accomplie, elle apporte à Wishmaster une dimension éthérée et aérienne. Sa maîtrise des registres élevés crée des harmonies lumineuses en contraste avec les riffs métalliques, renforçant l'impact dramatique et la profondeur narrative des compositions.
Sous le nom de scène CASSANDRE, elle se lance à son tour en solo: son premier single est annoncé pour très bientôt, promettant de prolonger l'esthétique sombre et poétique qu'on lui connaît au sein du groupe.

About

I’m Dean R. Chandler — a London based songwriter, recording artist, and storyteller. My music is rooted in a lifelong search for meaning, weaving together themes of love, loss, faith, alien contact, and humanity’s future.

My upcoming double concept album Human Odyssey (set for release in January 2027) is the culmination of decades of writing and reflection. It’s a narrative journey that begins with a search for God and ends with an encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence — exploring not only what it means to be human, but also where we might be heading as a species. Musically, it draws inspiration from the epic storytelling of Jeff Wayne’s War of the Worlds, the synth-driven edge of Gary Numan, and the emotional depth of artists like Tori Amos and Chris de Burgh.

I previously released Time Machine – Reflecting Shattered Dreams (2014) and continue to revisit my archive of songs written across 35 years, reimagining them with today’s tools and sounds. Some pieces remain intimate and acoustic, while others expand into dark rock, industrial, or orchestral landscapes — but all are connected by a focus on emotional honesty and cinematic storytelling.

Beyond music, I’m fascinated by the intersection of creativity and technology. I’ve been experimenting with AI-driven composition and production to bring old demos to life and to spark entirely new works. For me, these tools are not replacements for human artistry but extensions of it — ways of unlocking stories and emotions that otherwise might have remained hidden.

At its heart, my work is about connection: to the past, to the future, and to the unseen mysteries of existence. Music, for me, isn’t just entertainment — it’s a chronicle of transformation, a conversation between spirit, science, and sound.

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dean-r-chandler-b19715382/
www.deanrchandler.co.uk

Inferika is the digital embodiment of the ancient spirit of Trøllabundin — an elven skald, a warrior of forgotten realms, reborn through sound and code. Her songs echo like runes carved in starlight, carrying both battle fire and timeless sorrow.

I’m D1me, a writer, musician, and filmmaker who uses music as a way to process life and put my thoughts into the world. My sound moves across genres, from political punk energy to cinematic soundtrack vibes, psychedelic textures, heavy percussion, and club beats. Every track I make has a story behind it, whether it’s love, frustration, or just me trying to keep myself on track.

Each album I create is meant to feel like a playlist. I don’t like to conform to one particular genre. Diversity is my hook. Expect the unexpected.

I’m not interested in chasing trends or fitting into boxes. Conformity kills creativity, and I’d rather take risks than recycle the same sound over and over. Sometimes the music is raw and aggressive, sometimes it’s big and cinematic, sometimes it’s playful and experimental—but it’s always honest.

If you’re here, listen close. The goal isn’t perfection, it’s connection.

I am a Mexican-American composer, performer, and music organizer.

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

Profile: Herman Giebartowski (a.k.a. Primitive Alchemy)

Based in: Melbourne, Australia

Disciplines: Electronic music production · Experimental sound design · Spoken word · Multimedia installation

Genres: Ambient · Post-Industrial · Leftfield electronica · Electroacoustic · Experimental techno · Liquid D&B

Active since: 1995
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📄 Artist Bio

Herman Giebartowski is a Melbourne-based electronic music producer and multimedia artist whose work blends ambient textures, modular\beat synthesis and the spoken word. With a background in audio engineering and live performance, Giebartowski creates immersive soundscapes that often explore urban decay, mythos, memory, and technology. His releases span both digital and cassette formats and have been featured in underground electronic circles across Australia and Europe.
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📄 Artist Bio (Extended)

Herman Giebartowski is a multidisciplinary artist and producer working at the intersection of electronic sound design, experimental music, and conceptual performance.

With a formal background in audio production and sound theory from secondary school onwards, Herman began performing under the tag Pyrotechnica in 1995. His live sets are known for blending slow-evolving ambient landscapes with fragmented post-industrial rhythms and spoken word overlays. His work has appeared at independent electronic events, clubs, warehouse shows, and gallery-based listening rooms throughout Melbourne, with international interest via curated playlists.

Giebartowski is a boundary-dissolving artist navigating the liminal spaces between sound, text, and memory. Drawing on a hybrid lineage of Eastern European folklore, post-communist architecture, and algorithmic decay, his work evokes the static hum of lost transmissions and the poetic distortion of time.

His signature “glitch chants” and ambient-noir soundscapes have earned underground acclaim in Melbourne’s electronic scene and Europe’s cassette-based art communities.

Whether composing for avant-garde theatre, broadcasting cryptic radio rituals, or exhibiting obsolete data as sculpture, Giebartowski’s aesthetic is a constant archaeology of the near-now.

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🔍 Education & Background
•	Bachelor of Arts: The University of Melbourne
•	Bachelor of Creative Arts: La Trobe University

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🛠️ Tools & Gear
•	Impulse Tracker 2.14 - patch #5
•	Ableton Live + Max for Live
•	Virtual DJ
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🔁 Themes in Practice

•	Environmental memory and field resonance
•	Post-industrial spaces and sonic textures
•	Voice and machine interplay
•	Loops and archival processes in sound

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📣 Public Presence
•	Instagram: @primitive.alchemist
•	Affiliated collectives: Pyrotechnica, Mindmonkey: the Monkeymind, Alienation Theory, Primitive Alchemy

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