WHERE'S MY MIND??☝🏽☝🏽☝🏽🤓

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Better than nothing

vanished - crystal castles

the perfect-girl - mareux (speed up/tik tok version)

the perfect girl - mareux (sped up)

mr rager - kid cudi [sped up/pitched]

genesis - grimes (𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽)

𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 [𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽]

Another Banger by Dezy
soundcloud.com/lil_bamup/sets/lil-bam-up-essentials

Where Is My Mind? - Pixies BUT NIGHTCORE - DJ Bam-Up Mix

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 • 𝗰𝗿𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀 [𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 + 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱]

pixies - where is my mind (sped up)

Muzqa.net

kid cudi-mr rager(you wanna be one of them)sped up

genesis - grimes (sped up + reverb)

𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨 - 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 ☆ 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙

pastel ghost - embrace (slowed)

𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩 𝔤𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 - 𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 (𝔰𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔡)

Purchase: http://theghostlystore.com/collections/music/products/com-truise-galactic-melt

When talking about the music of Com Truise (one of the many pseudonyms of New Jersey designer/musician Seth Haley), the nostalgia bit inevitably comes up, so let’s get that out of the way. Yes, his songs tap classic sci-fi and proto-electro in a way that is distinctly early eighties in scope. But they’re also remarkably weird—stutter-step proggy and intoxicatingly psychedelic, like those classic touchstones got drunk on lava lamp juice inside a pinball machine. After his well-received Cyanide Sisters EP, a grip of remixes for artists like Twin Shadow, Neon Indian, and, uh, Daft Punk, and a few floating MP3s, Truise’s first LP, Galactic Melt, will finally enter brainspaces this summer.

And what an appropriate title it bears. For a brief moment, opener “Terminal” subsumes you in warm, starry-eyed synth arpeggios, and then down the rabbit hole you go—from the keyed up, skyscraping machine love of “VHS Sex” and “Cathode Girls” to opuses like “Air Cal” and “Ether Drift” that sound like Doogie Howser’s idea of the perfect prom song—mathy, forlorn, funky, and mighty in technical ambition. That they’re all noticeably cinematic is, of course, by design—Haley envisioned Galactic Melt as a “sort of film score…from the mind,” chronicling the lift and death of Com Truise, the world’s first synthetic/robotic astronaut, from his creation and life on earth to his subsequent mission to a newly discovered galaxy called “Wave 1.” Eventually, Truise becomes one with his newfound cosmos, like Pinocchio becoming a real boy, but in the nether regions of imaginary space.

Haley says knowing when and how to complete such an opus was the hardest part of making the record, nevermind all the carefully synth programmed patches on his Sequential Circuits Split-8 or the three years of real life that transpired during its genesis. It’s a world unto itself, a sci-fi bildungsroman of sorts, and most importantly, an awesome escape from the corporeal.



Galactic Melt

Com Truise - Com Truise - Brokendate

Red crystal castles

Cigarettes Out The Window - TV Girl (Chopped not Slopped)

pixies - where is my mind (sped up)

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