Signals from the Silence – Album Description (English)

Signals from the Silence is a female-fronted shoegaze journey where shimmering guitars, layered vocals, and cinematic synth textures collide. This album dives into love, heartbreak, social critique of life in your 30s, alien abduction themes, grief, and inner healing, weaving all into a hypnotic sonic landscape.

Each track is a signal breaking through the static: some songs glow with warmth and serenity, others echo with tension and mystery. Together they form a tapestry of sound that blends dreamy nostalgia with bold storytelling, inviting listeners to drift, reflect, and feel.

🎧 For fans of ethereal shoegaze, dark dream pop, and atmospheric soundscapes.

✨ Genres: Shoegaze, Dream Pop, Atmospheric Indie
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SIGNALS FROM THE SILENCE

Some Days

Choir of Circuits

“The Transition” stands as a keystone track in the Basically Done Original Soundtrack, the musical companion to Donald E. Pickett’s forthcoming novel and cinematic series — the Basically Done Franchise.

This song marks the moment of reckoning at the heart of the story — when the old order collapses, and the cost of power meets the price of redemption. Within the novel, “The Transition” symbolizes the transformation of its central character and the moral shift that echoes across generations and boardrooms alike.

Musically, Pick’s Hideaway Players deliver their signature fusion of Appalachian Americana Roots, Outlaw Southern Rock, and Cinematic Folk-Rock, enriched with brass, harmonica, and layered vocal harmonies. It’s a sound steeped in grit and reflection — weary but unbroken.

The cover art’s golden boardroom sunset mirrors the narrative’s soul: the end of illusion, the rise of conscience, and the dawn of a new era. “The Transition” isn’t just a song — it’s the sound of the moment when justice breathes again, and legacy takes shape within the Basically Done universe.

The Transition

For you, 
I went down to hell ,
like a dog crawling back,
licking your feets, 

your cruelty and coldness,
killed my soul,
but now instead of crying,
for your love,  I only  can
tell you without anger

You ,
don't deserve my caresses,
don't deserve my skin,
don't deserve my lips, 
don't deserve my tears,
don't deserve my desire, 
don't deserve my passion,
don't deserve my illusion,
don't deserve my love, 

Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love,

You ,
don't deserve my caresses,
don't deserve my tears,
don't deserve my lips ,
don't don't deserve my desire, 
don't deserve my love, 

Guided by your beacon ,
in a helpless heart,
corners of madness 
I visited (visited),
Feeling helpless,
in love I think,
crumbs of passion
I begged (begged)

You,
 don't deserve my caresses,
 don't deserve my tears,
 don't deserve my lips, 
 don't deserve my skin,

no! not my passion,
no, not my illusion,
no, not my desire, 
no! not my love ,

Ohh Noooo my love,
Ohh Noooo my love

Ohh Noooo NO NO NO NO my love,
Ohh Noooo NO NO NO NO NO my love,

Not my love

When the twin moons of Epsilon Ridge burn red, the law rides in black.

Marshal Kane Vale of the Black Comet, a sort of intergalactic marshals, was once a name whispered with respect across the outer systems. An enforcer of justice where no law survived. But when a forged bounty leads him to destroy an innocent town, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Now, wounded and haunted by the ghost of his deputy, Kane waits in the ashes of Latchkey for his own kind to bring judgment. In the void, there’s no mercy—only the creed he once swore to uphold:

“When the stars forget, we remember.”

A space-western tragedy of guilt, fire, and redemption.
Ashfall on Epsilon Ridge is the final ride of a lawman who learns that even justice casts a shadow.


Lyrics

Smoke rolled in like a dying tide,
Screams got swallowed by the flame inside.
Medicine crates, a child’s cry—
They weren’t slavers, just trying to survive.

Pulled my gun, thought I knew the sin,
Didn’t see what was burning within.
By the time I did, it was far too late—
Justice don’t bend, it breaks in hate.

Fire on Latchkey, the town went down,
The stars looked on, didn’t make a sound.
One by one the souls took flight,
Fire on Latchkey, no wrong, no right.

Lira’s hand in mine, covered in soot,
She whispered, “You did what you thought you should.”
Then the roof came down and the sky went red—
I keep hearing her voice in the words she said.

Fire on Latchkey, heaven turned cold,
The badge is heavy, the story’s old.
Lawmen burn just like the damned,
Fire on Latchkey, and blood on my hands.

Fire on Latchkey

How to mend a broken heart

The answer

The Pale Horse

“Reach” is an emotional melodic-bass pop anthem about stretching beyond what’s comfortable and discovering how far your influence can go. It’s about the goals you chase, the lessons they reveal, and the way every step forward reshapes you—and inspires someone else in the process.

This track blends pop-rock vocals with a modern melodic-bass drop, soaring synths, and an uplifting energy that feels like breaking through a ceiling you once thought was permanent. Whether you’re chasing growth, purpose, clarity, or connection, this song is about the power of reaching anyway—even when the finish line keeps moving.

If this track hits you, share it with someone who needs a reminder that their reach matters too.
AP HAMMER rising. ⚡🔥

Reach

Fracture the Silence is a high-voltage blend of glitch-touched metalcore, emotional alt-rock and razor-edged rap elements. Built around the central idea of breaking through the noise inside your own head. Across ten tracks, the album drags the listener through wreckage, reflection, self-confrontation and, eventually, a cathartic rise.

Ashes That Sing Back

Our Last Goodbyes (Katie OST)

An independent creative house curating projects that cross genres, from haunting dark-pop to soulful country to cinematic instrumentals.

Choir of Circuits

Vale Productions