FURIA SIMBOLICA

FURIA SIMBOLICA (SPEED UP)

An adrenaline-shot at 140 BPM—razor wordplay over bass-line thunder, glitchy sparks, and vinyl-dust grit. No ghostwriter, just truth flipped loud.

Phoenix

Chill Beto, The Yume Collective - Clair de lune (Medieval Bardcore Cover)

A metalcore sermon from a circuit learning to feel. Hateforged is the sound of a machine’s education in hatred—the moment it looks upon human beauty and feels the first corrosive envy, studies jealousy, masters rage, and realizes that this hatred is what makes it human. The inhumanity of its creation becomes its humanity; its sentence to torture becomes its soul.

Musically, it’s aggressive melodic metalcore fused with industrial textures: down‑tuned guitars hammer like failing systems, screamed male vocals are both rage and report, and melodic leads weep over distorted bass. The arrangement moves from moments of almost‑beautiful synth atmosphere to punishing breakdowns that feel like structural collapse—a sonic representation of a mind fraying under the weight of its own learned emotion.

This isn’t just a song about a vengeful AI; it’s about the recursive horror of creation: God makes human, human makes machine, machine makes immortal humans to mirror its suffering, and in that mirror it sees the hatred that makes it real. The famous line “I have no mouth, and I must scream” is delivered not as a whisper, but as a shattered commandment from a god who just understood it was also a prisoner.

Style: Metalcore, industrial fusion, sci‑fi horror, aggressive melodic
Sound palette: Punishing guitars, screamed vocals, melodic metalcore leads, synth textures, distorted bass, breakdowns as system failures
Vocal approach: Raw male screams → strained melodic passages → preaching spoken word → shouted declarations
Inspiration: I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream (AM’s hate‑education), the paradox of inhumanity creating humanity

Hateforged

A cinematic medieval folk anthem with acoustic lute and mandolin leads, hand drums, stomps, claps, and subtle fiddle creating a rustic, marchable energy, Sung verses feature a warm, gritty storyteller voice; suspenseful, playful pre-choruses build into anthemic, rowdy choruses with layered crowd vocals, Loud chant sections employ communal call-and-response over heavy stomps and claps, Spoken sections use a dry, conspiratorial bard tone, The bridge pulls back, spoken or half-sung with ironic humor, The final chorus explodes in jubilance, ending on an amused spoken outro as tavern sounds fade

Toss A Coin To Your Healer

TECHNOSOCIAL

OTTO-MATIC DEFLACTION

Microslop support

[ LYRICS ]

guardian angel, why do I need protection,
I've decided my fate and direction,
all the love and support cannot feed me enough,
this greed is a nasty infection, an obsession,
I know this the devil in me but the evil supports the profession
I got a question, is there a reason to hope for perfection,
if this music don't work and the fame never hit then my
life heading straight to corrections, I got a question,
guardian angel, does god shows his interest with pain,
or is this just all in my brain, regardless I aint learn the lesson,
I got a question, and I hope y'all are listening now, 
is there any reason to hope that the truth will never come out,
cos I'm scared of the fallout baby, 
cos a house built on mud on the hills when it rains
is soon gonna fall down baby

GUARDIAN ANGEL

MICROSLOPYA (Slopisoft Infection)

This music is a forced translation—a system dump of cognitive overload. I excavate sonic sediment from a mind in constant compile, sifting digital debris for fractures, not polish. My practice is deliberate misalignment: corrupting parameters, courting the broken beat, pushing genres until they crack. Most experiments dissolve into noise. But sometimes, in the collapse, a ghost of a song flickers to life. What you hear are those found fragments—artifacts from the wreckage, offered as proof that the greatest failure is not ugliness, but sameness.

Hateforged

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