This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

MK ULTRA : BLACK TAPES

This Halloween project fuses 1960s CIA interrogation methods with unsettling sonic environments designed to disturb both mind and body. Built as a 20-track investigation file, each piece functions as evidence within the larger dossier. Dark, oppressive, and immersive, it aims to resurrect true psychological fear—perfect for installations and experimental listening.

闇よ、開け。
影よ、集え。
黒き夜よ、目覚めよ。
深淵よ、応えよ。
魂よ、燃えよ。

血の契約を刻め。
虚無の鐘を鳴らせ。
声なき声を響かせよ。
廃墟の風よ、舞え。
冷き月よ、堕ちよ。

闇の冠を掲げよ。
呪文の火を灯せ。
空虚の眼を開け。
沈黙の刃を抜け。
暗黒の獣を呼べ。

眠れる影を解き放て。
忘却の扉を開け。
恐怖の名を唱えよ。
深夜の鐘を砕け。
黒炎の息を吹け。

死せる王を立たせよ。
裂けた空を閉ざせ。
滅びの歌を奏でよ。
破滅の声を叫べ。
夜明けを拒め。

虚ろな星を沈めよ。
溶ける光を飲み込め。
狂気の鼓動を打て。
虚空の爪を伸ばせ。
永遠の夜を掴め。

呪縛の鎖を揺らせ。
怨霊の名を呼べ。
黒血の河を流せ。
深紅の月を裂け。
影の王座を築け。

終焉の門を叩け。
絶望の鐘を揺らせ。
滅ぼす炎を放て。
闇の軍を進めよ。
永遠に名を隠せ。

Wrathful spirit-god 祟り神

How many days have you been here?
Can you be sure?
When was the last time you ate?
Are you certain it wasn’t only a dream?
What color is the room—do you even remember?
Or are you just inventing something to answer?
How long since you last heard your own voice?
Do you know if it would still sound like you?
When you blink, does it change anything?
Why are you blinking at all?
Is the silence outside, or inside your head?
Do you know if you’re sitting, standing, or floating?
When did your body stop belonging to you?
Do your hands still feel attached?
Or are they only memories now?
Are you sure these questions are mine, and not yours?
What if you’ve already answered them—again and again—without noticing?
Does time move forward here, or only in circles?
Why can’t you count past three without losing track?
What do you see when you try to picture light?
Is it brighter, or is it just emptier?
Do you trust the last thought you had, or did it arrive too late?
Why are you certain the walls are still here?
What if there never were any walls at all?



Sensory Deprivation

A tribute to Pierre Henry, pioneer of electronic music and composer of the Futurama theme

Sit still, keep your hands on your thighs, feet flat. Answer only yes or no. Do not speak otherwise.

Is today Monday
Are we in the United States
Is the light above you switched on
Did you ever piss yourself as an adult

Is the door to this room closed
Are you sitting in a chair
Do you intend to answer truthfully each question on this test
Have you ever lied to avoid serious trouble

Before the age of 25, did you ever steal anything from a store
Before the age of 18, did you ever use illegal drugs
Have you ever deliberately provided false information on a government form
Did you ever want to hit your mother in the face

Other than what you have already told me, have you ever committed a serious crime
Have you ever lied to someone who trusted you
Have you ever betrayed a friend for personal gain
Have you ever cheated on someone who loved you

Have you ever hidden something from your family
Have you ever taken something that did not belong to you
Do you know the individual connected to this investigation
Have you ever watched someone die and felt nothing

Do you know the location of the missing documents
Have you ever received money from a foreign source
Are you attempting to conceal information from me
Have you ever lied during this examination

Is the floor under your feet solid
Is the machine in front of you running
Is the ceiling above you flat
Did you ever touch yourself in public and hope no one saw

Is your chair touching the floor
Are the walls around you white
Do you currently know where the weapons are located
Do you currently know who is involved in the operation

Do you currently know when the operation is scheduled to begin
Do you currently know what the target is
Do you currently know who authorized the plan
Have you ever thought about killing someone close to you

Is the clock in this room ticking
Do you hear the sound of your own breathing
Do you want to leave this room right now
Would you give up your dignity if it saved your skin

Have you ever betrayed your country
Have you ever betrayed your family
Have you ever betrayed your own body
Do you think about betraying me right now

Cold room

This Halloween project blends vintage techniques with unsettling sound design to truly disturb.
20 tracks unfold like evidence in a vast case file—dark, immersive, and designed to trigger real fear. 
Perfect for installations or experimental listening.

Inside: black tapes, monsters, and fragments of truth.

The investigation is yours now.


Every other investigator never returned.

Mandatory Introduction

The file is already open on the desk.
Pages marked, corners bent, stains on the paper.
Each note written in a different hand.
No names, only numbers.
Every margin carries a date, sometimes a time.
Lines are crossed out, replaced, crossed again.
The weight suggests years of observation.
A single page is missing, deliberately.
Questions repeat, always in the same order.
Answers never appear, only annotations.
One photograph is blurred, left that way on purpose.
Silences are catalogued as evidence.
Pauses are described in red ink.
Contradictions are underlined twice.
Empty spaces are treated as information.
Every file expands when resistance is measured.
Every correction becomes another entry.
The file does not shrink, it accumulates.
The file does not close, it waits.
The file is the only witness that never forgets.

Your file

A man on the run with the gun
And he's tellin' me to do things that I never would've done
It's just begun
And now the water's gettin' hotter than the sun

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

In this small town
The story goes
They found a bunker full of video of all these UFOs
And now I know
The secret's out and now the aliens have all the power
In the next hour
It'll be over

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Please send help
I've been detained
Somewhere near the Langley gates
And they're fillin' up my brain with information
I'm not sure how much I can take
They said I was "involved"
Well
It wasn't my fault
This problem is way above my pay grade

CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number
CIA files recovered
Undercover
Another number

Files Recovered

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.

Files Recovered

Terminalose