Flickers is a brief passage through ambient stillness, where time folds inward and memory dissolves into fog.
Each track captures a moment on the verge of vanishing — a quiet pulse, a drifting silhouette, a trace of something lost.

From the fragmented warmth of flickers, through the warped temporal pause of emiT, to the fading residue of flicker memory, this EP lingers in the spaces between presence and absence.

Rooted in ambient minimalism and cinematic texture, Flickers invites listeners to inhabit emotional afterimages, letting silence speak and memory breathe.

flicker memory

"You Look (Oh)" drifts between two mirrors — the self and the other.
In that space of reflection, something steady begins to form,
not loudly, but quietly — like still water holding the shape of a thought.

you look (oh)

THE WAY WE GO is a minimal electronic track that captures quiet momentum —
subtle, steady, and purposeful.

THE WAY WE GO

A little voice, a few hammer hits, and a dream too big for tiny hands.
"We gon make a big ol house" captures the joy of building something — with love.

We Gon Make a Big Ol’ House

“Oil Bank” drives a gritty, mechanical loop —
raw, pressurized, and dripping with industrial grime.

Oil Bank

“Fly Possibility” lifts you into a sky of endless hope.
With airy melodies and soft layers that shimmer like sunlight through clouds,
the track celebrates the quiet courage to dream.
Each note carries you higher — a reminder that even the smallest spark of belief can take flight.

Fly Possibility

“Wait for Yeah” is a minimal electronic track built on syncopated rhythms and sparse melodic textures. Balancing percussive clarity with spatial depth, it develops through subtle variations rather than dynamic shifts. The production favors restraint, structure, and tonal precision—ideal for focused listening or understated set transitions.

wait for Yeah

A tiny Superman drifts through a cloudy sky —
his cape fluttering softly, his face calm and warm.
This song captures the quiet wish to be someone’s hero,
not with grandeur, but with sincerity.

Superman

Cloud O is the breath of the sky, the whisper of rain.
A single cloud drifts slowly, carried by the wind. Raindrops fall—soft, deliberate, quiet.
The sound spreads without a word, filling the silence with light, like a dream half-remembered.

Cloud-O

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flicker memory

Uichan Lee