Metal II

Metal

Ladat’s Support Sep’25 vol.1

Repost/Exchange 35

Commie Salami Mommie is Pagan Lust's second studio album blending genres of rock, metal, punk, and blues.

08 Rites Went Wrong

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
“It goes"

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Music and Lyrics by: Daphne Ang & Andrea Papi
Performed by: The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
Recorded and Produced by TCOMAS Studio
Mixed and Mastered by Ergosphere Studios

© 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
℗ 2024 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

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Origins

It goes

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Nightmare

FOLD

'Ladrones de Tiempo' es su último lanzamiento, previsto para el 12 de septiembre. Una canción que habla de alejarse de personas tóxicas que te absorben el tiempo y la paz mental. Un himno para soltar lastres y recuperar el control de tu vida

Ladrones De Tiempo

RIP~

🔥 Oblique Pressure isn’t a ballad — it’s a charge.
At 160 BPM, driven by raw stereo guitar riffs, heavy synth bass, and a tense rhythm, this track dives into pure energy — a collision of sharp rock and electrified pulse.

The lyrics echo a fractured world where memory fades, voices distort, and the line between human and machine starts to blur. It’s a spiral of noise, broken circuits, and relentless oblique pressure.

🎧 A track for those who crave intensity, chaos, and release.

Oblique Pressure

Oblique Pressure - KRT Production

“Secreta” — Latin for “secret” or “secrets” — takes its name and text from a lesser-known part of the traditional Roman Catholic Mass: a quiet prayer, spoken in a low voice by the priest at the end of the Offertory. On this album, the prayer becomes something more personal and disquieting — a whispered plea for one's enemies, delivered from a soul suspended between forgiveness and fragmentation.

Set to a short liturgical text drawn from the Roman Missal, the piece explores the spiritual paradox of wishing well upon those who have wounded us. That fragile state — where faith confronts betrayal — is captured in the song’s shifting musical language. An eerie orchestral introduction sets the tone, enveloping the listener in unease, before giving way to rhythms that echo the rhythmical asymmetry of Balkan dances. The unconventional time signature distorts any sense of calm, as if the soul itself is reeling.

“Secreta“ is both prayer and disorientation — a sacred ritual filtered through the lens of human vulnerability.

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SECRETA

Oblatis, quaesumus, Domine, placare muneribus: 
et nos ab inimicis nostris clementer eripe.

(We beg You, O Lord, be appeased by these sacrificial offerings: 
and mercifully snatch us away from our enemies.)

Horror Sacri

Secreta

“Messiah of Shrinking Shores” unfolds like a sorrowful parable — the story of a soul who gave everything, only to be abandoned by both Heaven and Earth. Written in poetic form years ago, the lyrics speak in third person, echoing the voice of someone who once carried the burdens of others, now discarded, worn down, and left with nothing but silence. “The ashtray of God” — a chilling metaphor for spiritual obsolescence — captures the depth of his disillusionment, culminating in the heartbreaking surrender: “Let me sink into the flood.”

This song gives voice to that universal moment when we feel used up, overlooked, and forgotten — when the world no longer sees us as valuable, only convenient. Hungarian vocalist Fati Urbán lends her angelic, haunting tone to these emotions, adding an ethereal fragility that elevates the pain into something strangely beautiful.

Though the song carries the atmosphere of gothic and doom influences, it never settles into one mood. Progressive metal elements weave through its structure — the intro and outro riffs pulse with complex time signatures, and the chorus rides on staccato rhythms that resist collapse. It's both a lament and a protest; a farewell and a final cry for meaning.

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MESSIAH OF SHRINKING SHORES

He clung with nails of wood so tight,
Scratching the fresco-black of night.
Obscured he wrote a gospel’s rhyme, 
Ashtray of God, clandestine grime.

All that he saw, all fails did stay,
No skyey dew would fall his way,
breathing desert dust-eating life,
rotten finger-flesh, he played a strife.

If he was saved, he tore his crown,
blood-stained tears fall, like storm pour down,
showing his fake gloriole,
he will baptize you, he will bury.

And as he climbed the western sky,
the stars within themselves did die,
"Embrace me now, and take my blood” 
said “Let me sink into the flood."

Messiah of Shrinking Shores

Beyond Time And Space

Shine with love.


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Me, Myself

jumping outta class [prod. kkoreaxo]

Little Red Dress

Pure White Dress

Past Life Tourist

If Only I Could Be So Grossly Incandescent

Move On (Metalcore)

Darkwave is my experimental music project built on the backbone of old-school metal riffs, with an outlook to a wide variety of musical scenes. Despite its intimate connections with progressive – and even thrash – metal, the musical dynamics I try to accomplish in Darkwave often deviates from the classical concept of the genre (e.g. the catching tempo generated by tight rhythmicity), and incorporates elements with significantly different tonal and emotional characteristics, ranging from thrash, power, doom or symphonic metal themes to electronic, classical or even jazz elements.

Such a diverse mixture of different styles is seldom intentional, but rather a mixture of instinctual and intentional elements reflecting the character of the composer and the impact of influences shaping the songwriting process. Balancing on the razor-sharp edge between these domains of human consciousness, I think it’s always revealing to indentify the composer’s primary influences to understand the core philosophy behind the final product. Despite their essential innervation with thrash metal, my main influences come from somewhere far beyond, from the distant realms of hard rock, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), and – in certain extent – from classical (or even gregorian) music. I see it as some kind of an evolutionary process: first it was the intensity, then the complexity of the music that grabbed my attention and put a significant emphasis on my way of looking at all things music. Regarding the metal frontrunners, the complexity of the Shermann-Denner duo’s guitarwork as well as the dark, monumental, epic atmosphere of Tony Iommi‘s musical skyscrapers clearly shaped my personal attitude to music. Still, the artistic genius of the late Jon Lord (who aimed at building bridges between “old” and “new”, traditional and modern) was that characteristical influence that put its almost deterministic mark on my musical taste and creations. I started to listen to bands that somehow unite various territories of the world of music: it felt amazing to listen to Mekong Delta’s Suite for Group and Orchestra or the jazz-metal fusions by Atheist until the point that I could finally identify a third essential element besides intensity and complexity: the gloomy, epic, emotional (sometimes sad) and monumental atmosphere: something that I could find so often not only in music, but also in my favorite books and poems. And this is that exact point, where the intentional and instinctual motifs become somewhat indistinguishable from each other, and form a distinct entity of thoughts, feelings, desires and aims that might be characterized as my personal attitude to music, art – and in general, life.

It’s not that hard to grip the essence of that attitude. I tend to agree with G. K. Chesterton‘s paradoxical jeremiad from 1905 on the loss of universals (“…we are more and more to discuss details in art, politics, literature… Everything matters — except everything.“) and accept that it’s always the core philosophy behind art (or “everything“…) that we must understand, if we ever want to grab the creator’s personality that is mirrored in the final product. The secondary details in composition, performance or production are merely consequences of this primary attitude or basic approach behind the creative process. My primary aim with Darkwave has always been (and will ever be) nothing else but to formulate, express and transmit feelings and thoughts without words, while constantly realizing that there exists nothing more suitable to facilitate this communication between human souls than music itself.

“When words fail, music speaks.”