Wow, that atmo pure filmscore! Also really like the end (simple but perfect!)

Amityville's exorcism

ready to fight evil

CATHOLIC PRIEST

vampire killer

BAPTIZARE AD OCCIDERE

DARK WAVE

Crux sancta sit mihi lux
non draco sit mihi dux
vade retro satana
numquam suade mihi vana
sunt mala quae libas
ipse venena bibas

SENT BY THE VATICAN

CONTACT WITH BEYOND

THE CALL OF DUTY

IN CONSPECTUS DOMUS

RevelationRevelationRevelation

Goodbyes

Ghost In The Machine

Tempo: 122 bpm [/]
Timing: 4/4 [/]
Drums: Yamaha RX5 [/]
Key: D# [/]
Mode: phrygian [/]
Notes in scale: [D#, E, F#, G#, A#, B, C#, D#]

chord progression: [i, III, vii, II] [/]
 i , D#m , notes:  [D#, F#, A#]
 III , F#M , notes:  [F#, A#, C#]
 vii , C#m , notes:  [C#, E, G#]
 II , EM , notes:  [E, G#, B]

Modifiers: 
Rhythm: Include a clap in a fill [/]

No Master, Only Path

Rebound

Raraku marks a striking debut for the label and the first full-length album from Tāmaki Makaurau based artist Eli Høff.

Steeped in atmosphere, this work is a powerful ritual. Each track moving with the weight of ceremony, part procession, part invocation, drawing the listener through windswept terrain and ancient percussive rites.

Shaped by deep, pulsing rhythms and a whirlpool of psychedelic textures, Raraku is a hypnotic embrace meant to be played loud, with care, surrounded by the canopy of Aotearoa’s forest.

Written & produced by Eli Høff
Mastered by Glenn Shluz (SYMBOLISM)


Warren (Intro)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DNntOqxN1fi/?igsh=OWJ1M2hqZ3ozNW5j

MARTIAN WASTELAND
The Martian winds whispered across the empty plains, carrying dust like ash from an old fire. When SPACECAT landed, he knew immediately—something here was wrong. His whiskers tingled, his tail flicked. Mars wasn’t just silent. It was watching.

Shapes appeared through the red haze. Astronauts. But their suits were torn, their visors cracked—inside, nothing but pale light, shifting like smoke. They walked with jerking, unnatural steps, boots leaving no trace in the dust.

Ghosts.

The stories were true. The lost crews of Mars missions, trapped between life and death, now wandering the wasteland.

One lifted its helmet, revealing a hollow void that hissed his name:
“Sssspaaacecaaat…”

SPACECAT didn’t flinch. He’d faced worse. Probably.

Then came the sound—metal grinding against rock. A rover rolled into view, but it was twisted, warped by something beyond engineering. Its headlights burned white like empty eyes. Chains rattled as it tore across the soil, hunting.

The ghosts pointed, and the rover roared forward.

SPACECAT sprinted, claws flashing on stone, his jetpack coughing weak sparks. The rover chased close, its mechanical arm snapping inches from his tail. The ghosts drifted after, whispering in unison:

“Stay. With. Us.”

He leapt into the shadows of a crater—and there, waiting, was Zorgo. Oil on his claws, sparks in the dust, he grinned his lizard grin.
“Fixed it. Just in time. The MARS RIDER is yours.”

The machine stood ready: sleek black hull, neon veins pulsing, engines glowing like fire in the dark. It looked alive. It looked hungry.

SPACECAT dove into the cockpit. The rover crested the ridge above, screeching, its jaws widening—

FWOOOSH!

The MARS RIDER launched like a lightning strike, neon trails tearing across the wasteland. The rover gave chase, but the Rider cut sharper, faster, burning over ridges and craters. With a final burst, SPACECAT flipped a switch marked with a claw-scratch: Overdrive.

Engines screamed. The Rider leapt a canyon, fire spilling behind. The rover couldn’t follow. It fell, crashing into the abyss, its death-screech swallowed by the Martian dark.

Silence returned. But not peace.

The ghosts still stood on the plain, far behind now—hundreds of them. Their glowing visors turned, following the Rider’s path. They raised their hands in eerie unison.

SPACECAT narrowed his eyes, tail lashing as he sped into the horizon.
“They’re not gone,” he muttered. “And next time… they’ll come for me.”

The Martian night swallowed the MARS RIDER, leaving only dust and whispers in the wasteland.

Martian Wasteland

hit (MEGA SLOWED & BASSBOOSTED)

Hush

Independent music blending electro and various forms of rock  and retrowave
100% horror
100% DIY
100% no-school

IN CONSPECTUS DOMUS

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