Artist · Producer · Developer · World-Builder · Executive
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I · Records
Albums
Two records where the voice leads. The one who got away, and the collective that came apart.
HEARTS WERE MADE TO BE BROKEN VOL. 1
Volume one of a habit that keeps repeating. Rain on the glass, taillights getting smaller, the person you rebuild in your head every night. Not sadness exactly. A memory that refuses to update.
SHATTERED EMOTIONS LP
Not one heartbreak. Everyone's. A body split down the middle, holding its own heart above the water, unsure whether to save it or let it sink. The sound of people who came apart and kept walking.
II · Records
Instrumental Albums
Twelve worlds built from harmony alone. No lyrics. The composition carries the story.
CONVERSATION WITH GOD EP
Strings folded into tape hiss, asking questions too large for language. Every phrase climbs upward and comes back changed. You are not here to find the answer. You are here to sit inside the asking.
BROKEN REFLECTIONS
A wall of open eyes that will not blink. The self split into versions, each certain it is the real one. Motifs return warped, watching themselves decay. A hall of mirrors with no way out.
4NVRLØVE LP
A white rose left to brown on a windowsill, filmed on a camcorder nobody rewound. The record already made up its mind about love. Cold pads, patient drums, a door closed quietly and for good.
THE WAY OUT
A door left open at the end of a long dark hallway. Not triumph. Just the first breath of air after holding it too long.
BITTERSWEET LP
Black lipstick and a taste that lingers too long. Warm harmony leaning toward something it knows it shouldn't want. Pleasure and regret sharing one mouth. Slow, glossy, a little dangerous.
TOXIC ROMANCE
The good part and the poison arrive in the same bar. Sweet on contact, sick by the end. A love you keep going back to knowing exactly how it ends.
STILL IN LOVE LP
Neon bleeding into smoke. It was always you, and the record will not stop saying it. Intimate, low, refusing to sober up. Holding on well past the point where holding on still helps.
DON'T FALL IN LOVE LP
A body falling into the only light in the room. A warning meant for no one and everyone. Calm on the surface, panicking underneath. Every instinct says stop. The beat keeps pulling down.
NVRL8ISBTR EP — MEMORIES OF TOMORROW
A cassette full of things you meant to say. I luv u. Will you stay. Not my type. Nostalgia recorded early and played back from a future that never showed. Warm, worn, quietly funny about its own heartbreak.
BEYOND THE ABYSS EP
A single wing against the weight of everything. Pressure, then stillness, then the strange lightness of letting go. Music that sinks on purpose, until sinking starts to feel like flight.
ASTRAL
Weightless. The body stays behind and something else drifts up through the ceiling. Wide, slow, cold at the edges, like watching your own life from very far away.
MACHINA & THE GHOST OF THE SOUND
MACHINA wants a soul. The Ghost is an artist the world ignored until he was gone. They meet in a city of rust, gears and buried dreams, and trade shelter for feeling. Almost no words. The harmony does the talking. Some dreams don't die peacefully. Some become ghosts.