Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.


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Der alte Dreck

Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.

Production & Lyrics: Aneta Demerouti

Graphic: Aneta Demerouti

Mixing & Mastering: Sarah Roellinger Shaikh

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Sound artist anti_saunt creates soundscapes that unfold like surreal stories — somewhere between the realm of dreams, dark fantasies, nightmares, and everyday life. Her pieces are stories with a touch of sarcasm.

Production & Lyrics: Aneta Demerouti

Graphic: Aneta Demerouti

Mixing & Mastering: Sarah Roellinger Shaikh



She sometimes records everyday sounds and accompanies them with spoken word in her pieces. But the sounds are often distorted in such a dystopian way that this very everydayness turns into horror. They are like a testimony to the lightness as well as the gloom and pain of contemporary life; at the same time, they reflect the latent, eerie threat that always resonates within it and affects us all on a daily basis.

Poetry, spoken softly or distorted, hovers over the pieces like a mysterious fog, guiding listeners through these dreamlike worlds. Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes eerie, but always full of experimental brilliance, she moves in a space that dissolves the boundaries between sound, text, and imagination.

Her experimental soundscapes are reminiscent of the fleeting nature of fragments of memory in which reality constantly slips away. The familiar becomes something alien. The alienation seems like an overly sarcastic commentary. One ultimately ends up questioning one’s own existence, coupled with a feeling of the unbearable simplicity and heaviness of being human.

The contrasts inherent in anti_saunt's pieces give them their dark and narrative power. As if they were echoing through walls, as if they were recorded in a dark cave in the forest, and yet in the middle of the city. As if you were far away, yet accompanying anti_saunt on their musical journeys.

What I Love About You

Random DB Time Capsule

A chaotic national anthem for the burnout generation. Dark trap meets apocalyptic EDM, dripping with sarcasm and distortion. It’s capitalism’s victory parade scored by your last nerve. Every beat mocks the system we keep rebooting. Sponsored content for your collapse - enjoy responsibly.

Lyrics:
Good evening, citizens.
Tonight’s forecast: late stage capitalism with a chance of debt.
Smile wider. The stock’s up higher.

Grocery aisle roulette, prices doing parkour,
CEO just bought another metaphor.
Thank you for your patience means bend over more,
We clap for crumbs like that’s what thanks is for.
We sell our calm for caffeine, our time for rent,
They raised the cost of breathing by forty percent.
Pledge allegiance to the quarterly rise,
God bless the brand that monetized our cries.

Buy the lie, earn the rage,
Spin the wheel, call it wage,
Every meltdown earns a like,
America, make it bright.

This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, smile wider, the pain’s hysteria.
Swipe left, pray to the algorithm god,
We’re trending broke, applause, applause.
This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, stock high, morals in the area.
Cash out your soul, buy the lie again,
We dance on debt, it’s the national brand.

Your data’s worth more than your dreams this week,
AI therapist says you’re unique.
Bills due, chill dude, buy another screen,
It’s self care now to scream in memes.
Health insurance just ghosted my text,
Guess healing’s premium, next season’s flex.
They say be the change, but charge per step,
Hope’s a service plan, auto renew your debt.

Buy the fear, sell the spin,
Call collapse a brand new trend,
Every meltdown earns a like,
America, make it bright.

This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, smile wider, the pain’s hysteria.
Swipe left, pray to the algorithm god,
We’re trending broke, applause, applause.
This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, stock high, morals in the area.
Cash out your soul, buy the lie again,
We dance on debt, it’s the national brand.

Attention shoppers, your despair points have expired.
Trade your empathy for bonus miles before checkout closes.
Flash sale on panic.
Debt forgiveness not included.
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Out of stock.
Out of hope.
Everything must go, including you.

This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, smile wider, the pain’s hysteria.
Swipe left, pray to the algorithm god,
We’re trending broke, applause, applause.
This meltdown is sponsored by America,
Yeah, stock high, morals in the area.
Cash out your soul, buy the lie again,
We dance on debt, it’s the national brand.

This meltdown brought to you by America.

This Meltdown Is Sponsored By America

El primer tema que hice borracho, pulido y extendido. Letra creada por mi, voz e instrumental con IA

La Bebida Dorada

Thanks for the mastering @volodarius
A rebellious post-punk anthem where the narrator, a self-proclaimed "chess anarchist," defies societal rules through absurd and radical chess metaphors—challenging authority, breaking logic, and embracing chaos as a path to freedom.

Шахматанархист

A Peoples War

WHAT DOES IT MATTER

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

Is it delusion, am I human
Or procrastinating too much
An illusion that I’m living
But I’m really out of touch
An intrusion of confusion
Made of poison to the ego
Wherever you can go, I can go, I’m my hero
Oh zero, doubts that I’m truly meant for greatness
Scenic routes delayed me, and I accept my lateness
Mimic all the giants, cast a shadow that is weightless
Putting out the fires, when my engine run on fakeness
Can’t fake this
These thoughts alone are plenty food for thought
You can tell I eat good, I know you tell a lot
Whispers of my drawbacks, wonder what he’s got
A genius that is timeless, directions set by God

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand?

Please don’t leave no witness, I’ve fallen once again
Embarrassing to say the least, I wish I had a friend
Bro let me be dramatic, an excuse for all my sins
I really wish I had it, I’m afraid I gave it in
I didn’t form a habit, to inch towards the surface
I didn’t know I had it, when searching for a purpose
I didn’t go to work, ’cause being usual made me nervous
So I kept building roads, where they lead I’m still uncertain
The curtain, fell and all the faces fell and shattered
Reevaluated self, all the things that mattered
I came out with conclusions, what I felt just made me madder
Stop feeling shit and I never felt gladder

I commit, even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still moving with intent, you understand?

Ok, the bottom line is actually really fucking simple
You have to be delusional, to go and build a temple
Now I have all that working, but just can’t find the tempo
(Oh you should grow the fuck up)
aha oh yeah? Okay bro
I dealt with many difficulties, some were worse than others
Well frankly that’s life, it took time to recover
A part of me’s aware, that I’m gambling on self
May luck be the lady, that never really left
I get why many people spend forever deep in searching
But never understood, why you’d settle for the certain
Probably end up all alone, with nothing to my name
But shit I enjoy playing this fucking game

I commit
Even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

I commit
Even though I get
A bit, lost inside my head
I did, calculate the bits
It is sounding so legit
It’s lit, but don’t generate
I missed, lived with no regrets
But still, moving with intent, you understand.

GENIUS

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

Poemas nacidos de una persona y musicalizadas por IA

Anti is a musician and designer from Cologne and Berlin. Her art is the voice of experimental electronic music, taking you on an emotional journey through her world. She invites you to feel what she feels and immerse yourself in her sonic landscapes.

linktr.ee/zekimj

"a lot more love left to live lately" out NOW!

https://zekimj.bandcamp.com/album/a-lot-more-love-left-to-live-lately

New tracks tagged #sarcasm