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Come on a journey with me

I’m very pleased to announce the release of my new ambient electronic album, Nova Centauri, now available on Bandcamp and soon to appear on all major music platforms.

Listen to Nova Centauri on Bandcamp


Created as a sonic companion to my short story Nova Centauri, the album is a journey into the deep expanses of space, a place of vast distances, strange silence and unimaginable darkness.

Built around electronic drones, echoes, slowly evolving textures and interstellar atmospheres, the music is deliberately meditative and immersive. Rather than a collection of conventional songs, Nova Centauri is intended to unfold as one continuous experience.

Put on your headphones, sit back, close your eyes and leave the world behind for 36 minutes.

Drift beyond the familiar.

Into the darkness.

Into the silence.

Into Nova Centauri.

Now available on Bandcamp.
Listen / Purchase / Explore the album

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Nova Centauri
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A Fracture in the Night

Just like that, I sink back into the black,
It envelops me, devoured by dark comfort,
I no longer resist the pull, there’s no point in struggling,
It numbs all senses, it keeps open eyes closed.
It mutes all sound, it guides me down, then holds me there,
Until I can no longer breathe, the black void swallows all colour,
All life, all joy, that gaping wound that swallows me whole,
Leaving me hollow, matte black, lifeless, colourless, doomed,
It presses in without a sound, a velvet weight beneath the ground,
No pulse, no spark, no memory, just endless dark consuming me,
No voice remains, no will to fight, just fading into night,
Until I can no longer breathe, the black void swallows all colour,
All life, all joy, that gaping wound that swallows me whole,
Leaving me hollow, matte black, lifeless, colourless, doomed.
And as I feel death’s breath near, cold against my skin,
Just like that, the pressure thins, the stranglehold loosens slow,
A fracture in the night, until I can no longer breathe,
The black releases all colour, a flicker, faint and torn,
From the wound I was reborn, just like that, it disappears,
Into the light of a final day.

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Earworm

Dear Mr Earworm, nestled in my brain-meat,
Spinning those songs that I dislike,
Like some god-awful DJ stuck on repeat,
Over and over, but never the whole song,
Just parts that earworms like,
And you see, that’s what is wrong,
If you played the full tune, it wouldn’t be so bad,
But you tease with a few words,
And this drives me mad,
Next time you feel like partying with a tune that I hate,
Spare a thought for your home,
My brain-meat, that you constantly frustrate.

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The sound of immortality

Music moves us unlike anything else,
A common thread that intertwines all cultures,
Families are bound by it, lives start and end to it,
Memories of each other are held within its embrace,
Solemn moments, music is one human language we all share,
It encompasses everything we hold dear,
It creates cultural connections and breaks down barriers,
The right song can embody a person’s life indefinitely,
Holding their memory and life accomplishments ever present,
It is also extremely personal, we all wish to share a song,
Something special that we wish to share at that final goodbye,
Music has always been a part of the human farewell,
Sharing our connection, heart to heart,
If you hear that song, you will think of me,
Music is human immortality.

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Big River (excerpt)

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry,
And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky.
And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River.
Then I’m gonna sit right here until I die.

– Johnny Cash

#Perfection
Johnny Cash (1932 – 2003)
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Rainbows in the dark

Eyes closed, my stretched form has become at one with the couch,

Keyboards pan and echo, blending with a deep drone,

Visiting from 1979, the guitar of Steve Hillage floats through time and space,

In the darkness, the sound of shapes form, morph, and drift away,

Rainbow Dome Musick gives every colour a soundtrack,

The pitch rises and the four ever rainbow meets its crescendo,

The drone lowers, the keys swell, and new sonic doorways are unlocked,

43 minutes and 49 seconds have passed since it feels like I’ve taken a breath,

The rainbow’s drone fades out into an echo, and I’m left in silence,

I am at peace; my mind feels like it has been through a Garden of Paradise,

Cleansed, pure, and ready for sleep.

Steve Hillage – Rainbow Drone Musick (1979)
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Injured and Blue

Bright blue lights fill a darkened room,
Cool air flows from air conditioning,
The injured lay prone, away from the burning sun,
A swell of music creates a dreamlike state,
Eyes remain closed in this quiet healing moment,
Pink Floyd asks a crazy diamond to shine on,
The injured oblige, trying to block out the pain,
With a cold drink and two sleeping hounds at hand,
A sleeping bride breathes deeply in a nearby bedroom,
The injured drifts in and out of consciousness,
The summer heat outside is held at bay for now.
The serenity of this moment will soon be over.

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Sonic Revelations

I’m enjoying the quiet days as this year comes to an end,
Filling my days with music, and cataloguing my albums,
There’s a simple comfort to be had, in this time alone I spend,
I’m revisiting sonic memories from simpler times,
Passers by look bemused, what’s a 50-year-old supposed to listen to?
Thrash metal, nu metal, death metal, doom metal, black metal, there’s no crime,
Speed masters and slow doom crunchers can fill my ears with their call,
Dark Throne, Behemoth, Black Sabbath, Anthrax, Slayer, oh here’s Kill ‘Em All,
Early Metallica, followed by Megadeth and Slipknot, all rumble from out my front door,
Music is a sedative, an escape, a muse, but mine is not everyone’s cup of tea,
Rather than life stress, right now it’s big riffs, power chords, bass and drums for me.

Darkthrone – Transilvanian Hunger, 1994
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Sound of a Silver Time Machine

Your silver face shimmers in my eyes,
The touch of your cold metal buttons is electric,
You’re uncovered, a needle is revealed, and my senses heighten,
My fingers dance across narrow spines, as I make my selection,
I first remove the sleeve, then the coal black circle,
Gently set down, the ritual is almost complete,
Of all the needle tracks, I choose the first one,
With one movement of your arm, the world spins,
A sweet sound fills the air and nourishes my mind,
I see green lights, orange lights, and golden-lit gauges,
As the black circle spins, I’m filled with powerful memories,
You are a portal, my time machine, my hi-fi,
You are my beloved silver Akai.

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When the music played

After a bad day today, I sat reminiscing about simpler times, about my youth,
When music was king, and most of what I did revolved around it,
I’d slide a record from its sleeve, put it on the turntable and sit back,
Nothing felt rushed, dreams felt ripe and reachable, and the music played,
Occasional trips to a record store, when they were plentiful and local,
Gazing at album covers, putting up posters, and reading lyrics, while the music played,
Bands influenced the way I dressed, the way I thought, music was everywhere,
My pride and joy, a silver Akai sound system, it was everything, it made my music play,
It was my best trade ever, a carton of beer, for the soundtrack to my teen years,
It’s something that I’ve tried to recapture later in life, but the joy isn’t quite the same,
New bands don’t offer the same appeal as they once did, when did I become so cynical,
However, like a time machine, my turntable takes me back to when the music played,
To when the air of life itself felt charged with electricity, music, and endless possibilities.

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