City Limits

mp999

UltraTerrestrial

Nebula

@soundcloud.com/cyber-collective
Partners : @zyp-nix

A million Amps of 
Damage and of horror,,..

The best wishes all of you

CRUDE VENGER

AWITW revisits The Midnight with covers drawn from the albums Nocturnal, Days Of Thunder and Endless Summer.
https://awitw.bandcamp.com/album/the-midnight-reshaped

"There is a Japanese term: Mono no aware. It means basically, the sad beauty of seeing time pass - the aching awareness of impermanence. These are the days that we will return to one day in the future only in memories. How do we capture them? How could we possibly be able to fully appreciate them in the present? This project is our attempt to put time under glass.

The Midnight is a marriage between a songwriter from the Deep South and a producer from Denmark who both live in Los Angeles. This is our love song to our city and a testament to the weight these years can hold."

The Midnight: RESHAPED

Endless Summer

This is a track off of my first upcoming debut album! Thank you guys for all the support!

Grasping Snow

Ciudad Travesia

Even going to the supermarket these days can be an odd thing.  But, gotta get that bun for the fam.  Hope you enjoyed the album.  Come back soon!

Year of the Hermit

Buscando el Pan

Buscando El Pan

Multi-link to streaming platforms:
li.sten.to/On_the_run

On The Run

A gentle space flight
To purchase my music.. https://sophie-rose.bandcamp.com

Lightspeed

My first track ever completely without Korg Gadget. Tried the 909 Drum App by AudioKit, and this is where it went.

Oh Nine

(New album “Schema” available for purchase on bandcamp! Moving forward I won’t be posting as much on here, reached the ol’ limit)

In the year 1991 The Institute released a miasma of chemicals into the atmosphere.  Some say it was an accidental explosion. Some say it was all part of some grand conspiracy. What is known is that this miasma hovered for weeks and grew, covering the land and plunging it into chaos. This event came to be known as “The Release.”

Most of those who came in contact with it died, the ones who didn’t were scattered abroad and they struggled to survive.  That which was unleashed during the release, caused the dead to come back, yet they were different. They were ravenous and murderous. They would bite, claw, wail and moan.  They could not be reasoned with. This forced the survivors into hiding, many could not find their families and lost friends in the confusion.

Time seemed to come to a standstill, the 90’s never progressed. Art was unable to flourish. Yet, where others had tried to survive, one particular man stumbled upon a sanctuary, or at least it was unto him. It had a generator, food production, and clean water. Inside was a man, a musician, whom lay dead upon the floor.  He must have been preparing for something like this but something had gotten to him. The man buried the musician and took up residence.

    With time, the place remained unaffected. The man who had found it had finally begun to flourish. He had time to ponder now, he decided that the only good work he could do now was record the stories of those he knew and loved, some whom he did not know and hated. The tale of what The Institute had done and how it affected everything. With nothing but the instruments left there, he began to record it all. He scrawled on the front of each recording... 

The Institute 91’

Grasping Snow

The Institute 91'