Title translates to 23 Cycles in Latin.

I consider this a mix of trance, and atmospheric parts mixed with hard hitting beats. The pads are basically 4-5 different layers of sort of different chords, to make something very spacey and ethereal. I'm so glad most 90's sample packs are more or less available today, as they are a godsend, for some of these weird spacy pad sounds. Everything is structured almost like an ABA kind of thing. After the drop, we get some acid stuff, some melodic licks here and there, before the breakdown into the main melody and chord progression, slowly creeping back to the first section. I actually really like what i've done here, sounds very 90's. Hope you enjoy!

don't let your dreams be memes

(probably the most ridiculous thing i've made)

I spent way too long on instrumentation and getting like 16 measures down, so decided to settle on a single run through rather than risk running out of time for a loop with variation. Something about time/space eurobeat attempt.

What the heck did I record

The lyrics are mostly ad-libbed and the melody made up on the spot

do i play piano? no. am i sick? yes.

"With the last of the grant funds, we've corrected the calculation error which resulted in Attempt 748's catastrophic backfire. 749 will be the final iteration, be it a success or otherwise. To inspire some confidence in the team, and to protect my pride should it fail, I will use myself as the subject of this, my 749th experiment in wormhole production."

only had 15 minutes, heard her using the piano. total jank flex.

mind the gap

All soundfonts, mixed on $20 computer speakers. Sorry for the low sound quality this time!

One black hole leads to another.

Please hear this important message regarding your safety.

[verse]

When I travel back to those bygone times

Those carefree moments that had once been mine

All the little things making up my life

Are now just part of the past

When I travel back to a bygone age

Things were different, but they stayed the same

All I thought was important to me is now just part of the past

[bridge]

Of my past, a sweet reminder of what became 

The smoldering embers of a dying flame

Those times stuck with me, but nowadays

They're slipping away

[verse]

Here at last I sit at the end of days

Regrets can hurt me in so many ways

Picking up the pieces can cut so deeply

The bittersweet shards of glass