15th album release, available first on Bandcamp.
Colors is a deeply personal project, born from a fascination with the vastness of space and the poignant fragility of existence. This eight-track ambient/electronic concept album is my attempt to translate a specific narrative into sound: the story of a civilization facing its inevitable end as the brown dwarf it is orbiting is about to be victim of a cataclysmic cosmic event.
The album imagines a journey through the remnants of this lost world, illuminated only by the dying star's pale, spectral light. Each track represents a different facet of this experience – from the initial, ominous "Death of a Brown Dwarf" to the final, accepting "White Void." Along the way, you'll encounter soundscapes of desolation ("A Pale Blue Light", "In the Shades of Lavender"), fragmented memories ("Crimson Dawn", "The Lost Green Pastures"), and even disturbing visions ("Dreaming of an Orange", "The Devil in a Pink Dress with Polka Dots").
The music itself is built primarily from synthesized textures, drones, and manipulated sounds and a slightly deconstructed piano. I've incorporated elements of dark ambient, experimental noise, and even subtle hints of dark jazz and neo-classical music, all in service of creating a specific atmosphere. There's a deliberate use of deconstructed piano melodies throughout, acting as fragile echoes of a lost humanity.
While there's a narrative thread, Colors is ultimately meant to be an immersive and evocative experience. I hope it offers a space for contemplation on themes of loss, memory, and the grand, indifferent scale of the cosmos. I present it humbly, as one interpretation of a story told without words. I invite you to listen and find your own meaning within its silences and echoes.
The death of a brown dwarf star cast the landscape in a pale blue light, flickering weakly over the ruins of a once-vibrant city. Shades of lavender painted the sky, merging into the crimson dawn that heralded the end of time. Amidst the decay, a lone figure stood, dreaming of an orange that once grew in the lost green pastures now buried under layers of ash.
The streets were silent, empty, save for a fleeting vision of the devil in a pink dress with polka dots, dancing through the shadows. The last remnants of humanity’s world faded into the white void, leaving only the spectral colors to tell the story of what once was.
In the end, all that remained was the memories of Colors.
