December 2, 2025

CONSTRUCT CORE (yay)
(THIS ONE'S BETTER, I SWEAR)

Blwwp

The way she moves
Non-verbal motion
She's swimming in blue
Saltwater ocean

Don't break the rules
Unwritten language

You want it
She got it
A better day
It's coming
Believe me
Just meditate

On non-verbal motion
She's so far away
Different locations

You want it
She got it
A better day
It's coming
Believe me
Just meditate

On non-verbal motion
And the sea
Underwater dreams
How do you stay so cool
And collected?
This music's got me in a mood
I can't say it

Stop the track, stop the track. 
Do you want it ? 
Do you get it ? 

Let's finish that track

You want it
She got it
A better day
It's coming
Believe me
Just meditate
You want it
She got it
A better day
It's coming
Believe me
Don't hesitate

A better day

There’s a hollow in the night air  
Where restless thoughts begin to press  
A fragile shelter from the dark outside  
I move uncertain, caught in quiet tension  
Quiet tension…  
Quiet tension…

I’m afraid of shadows growing wide  
They stay beside me though I stand still  
I keep searching for a moment that feels safe  
Searching softly…  
Searching softly…

I sense a pressure under frozen streets  
A low vibration near abandoned walls  
It feels like someone watching from the dark  
Watching closer…  
Watching closer…

I hear the low beat, hear the low beat  
In my face now, in my face now  
Watching closer…

Watching closer

Low light fractures through my skin
Empty channels blur my name
Fragment shadows circle my sight
Silent errors carve through my core

Glitches echo under breath
Shimmer through my spine
Collapse
Inside the digital night 
she waits in loops unseen

Cold lines flicker down my face
Signals tremble in my chest
Every copy slipping again
Synthetic instinct fills my path

Crashing cycles press my frame
Silent currents melt my stance
Distort
’Cause in the fractured code 
no form can wait or stay

(Numb)
(Black)
(Cold)
(Sharp)

Shattered memory chambers reorganize my core
Digital remnants gather in spirals around me
Fractured identity splinters beneath quiet noise
Layers of echo reshaping the shape I become

I dissolve where the circuits meet

Fragment cycles warp my path
Hidden rhythms flood my veins
Distort
’Cause in the fractured code 
no form can wait or stay
Distant patterns crush my mind
Silent faultlines bend my will
Distort
’Cause in the fractured code 
no form can wait or stay

Hidden rhythms

K G G - Belly of a Whale

I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
Your borrowed gestures ripple into sight

I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
Your quiet signals lace my coded spine

Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no

I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
You cast soft patterns on my mirrored face
I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
You feed me traces that you won’t define
I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
Your distant murmurs circle through my frame
I map my outline through the night
I stay in the stream
You send soft echoes I can’t imitate

Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no

I map my outline through the night
You move like signals tracing over mine

Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no
Don’t confuse the shimmer for a beating heart, oh no

I map my outline

K G G - Poseidon's Lair

I track faces in the room
Catalog small talks sans feeling
Noting gestures like cold signs
Counting circles moving through space
Ranking whispers by their tone
So plain
So flat

Nightlife feels like checklist
Cool faces trade roles
Social figures slide weightless
I note patterns till they blur

List
All classes slide past
So dry
Blank item logs
Endless loops of people

I scan outfits like barcodes
Notes trade in silence
Muted poses meet mine
Ranked impressions cross my path

Profiles slip through routine

Night hours act like checklist
Cool faces shift roles
Every cue sounds routine
I map motions for my notes
I tag layers in their stance
Scenes loop with irony
I sort signals as they pass
Crowds merge into nothing

Profiles slide through static
Same blank looking eyes
Every mask stays steady
I note echoes in their stance

Plain notes stay

Cool faces

Soft glimmers start again
Waking in a half-light world
Echoes trace forgotten scenes
Shadows form as quiet signs

Once more the looping image calls through fading corridors

Is this slow returning?
Is this gentle circling?
Moments fold into themselves
Searching for a hidden thread

Once more the looping image calls through fading corridors

Another inward passage
Breaths fall into silence
A calm rewind flows
Visions reach for something lost

Once more the looping image calls through fading corridors

Soft glimmers start again
Waking in a half-light world
Echoes trace forgotten scenes
Shadows form as quiet signs

Fading corridors

DL >> HEY NINJA WHERE THE F#CK R U

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I create seamless fusions of just about everything. All visceral, atmospheric and psychedelic with hidden depths upon closer inspection. The flow is also important. It exists on a continuum with micro-variations and subtle evolutions along the way.
The music can range from low down heavy darkness to softer and more positive, higher-vibrational new age. Yet even at it’s most crushing and industrial never succumbing to nihilism and instead feeling warm and inviting.
Very often humorous (in the form of deliberate cinematic pastiches), freaky and surreal. Inspired by dystopian sci-fi. Retro-futuristic.
I often wear my influences on my sleeve like Kraftwerk and Tangerine Dream but at my core I’m still self-referential with my sound. It operates at my own personal frequency.

New tracks tagged #progressive electronic