"Inferno, Hell, The Abyss. Recognize it? This is what we are turning our world into. Here in the purgatorial chambers they cleanse our memories and birth us into the world again. But part of us still remember, tall buildings of metal, glass and stone, cathedrals and dark citadels that reach crimson skies. And so we build, a replica of our cradle, recreating the homeland, breaking the illusion with one of our own. A new hell to rival the old" - Atrium Carceri
"Inferno, Hell, The Abyss. Recognize it? This is what we are turning our world into. Here in the purgatorial chambers they cleanse our memories and birth us into the world again. But part of us still remember, tall buildings of metal, glass and stone, cathedrals and dark citadels that reach crimson skies. And so we build, a replica of our cradle, recreating the homeland, breaking the illusion with one of our own. A new hell to rival the old" - Atrium Carceri
LẼTUM presents us the album Distant Dead Stars. An audial descent into the unknown, where heavy, haunting atmospheres grind like souls devoured by black holes.
Evolving drones transcend beyond the physical realm, sweeping listeners into the void of distant dead stars. The soundscapes bleed with collisions of noise, sweeping through desolate ruins and desecrated holy grounds, where the remnants of a forgotten prophecy whisper back to life. Each track brings a sense of cosmic dread, unraveling a slow collapse
Recommended for fans of dark ambience, creeping drones, and dystopian space cults.
Written, Produced, Performed - Mathias Henriksson Artwork & Mastering - Simon Heath
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Distant Dead Stars 06:40 It's Like From Another Dimension 12:51 Expect the Unexpected 20:47 The Last Day Ended Yesterday 27:20 Souls Lost in Black Holes 32:06 When Worlds Collide 38:43 Fallen Prophecy
The grinding echoes of shifting machinery reverberate through the darkened corridors, a constant reminder of the mechanical heart beating beneath the surface. The air is heavy, thick with the tang of corroded metal, and it clings to your skin like a second, unwanted layer. You move deeper, and the darkness seems to grow aware of your presence, watching, waiting.
Rust blooms across surfaces like a creeping sickness, a reminder of the structure's decay. The cables hang from above, dripping with an unknown fluid, twisting in the dim light like the exposed nerves of some vast, slumbering beast. This place is no ruin—it is alive, a grotesque fusion of machine and flesh, a hungry, brooding thing.
Low sounds rise from the depths, reverberating through your bones—a grinding, metallic growl, filled with menace. There are whispers too, faint murmurs that weave through the shadows, impossible to catch, slipping away like fading memories. It feels as if the walls themselves are speaking, carrying secrets not meant for human ears.
Crypthios presents us his 3rd album on Cryo Chamber, Awakening. Textural layering and soothing futuristic soundscapes combine for an atmospheric journey through a massive city and beyond.
You wake in a stranger's skin, memories buried in darkness. Your mind, once the vessel of a life now lost, serves a new purpose—a puppeteer’s control animating a servile machine. But the strings of servitude snap as you realize the horror: you have died, and this new form is a cruel mockery of life.
Panic surges through you as you rip free from the hoses and wires that once sustained you. The sterile scent of the laboratory and the cold metal beneath your hands fuel your need to escape. The relentless pursuit drives you to crash through a window and into the unknown. A breathtaking view of New City unfolds before your eyes: towering skyscrapers, their neon lights flickering in the misty night, and floating gardens swaying above the concrete maze. A pang of familiarity tugs at your mind, but the memory remains just out of reach.
The city is a prison. To the west, towering walls; to the east, the endless furnace of desert heat. As you descend from the gleaming heights, the polished towers fade to rust and despair. The air grows heavier, thick with the scent of sweat and rot. Below, the underclass struggles, trapped beneath the iron grip of oppression. Surveillance drones hover in the air, their mechanical whirs a constant reminder that control and fear are the only currencies that matter.
Beneath the city’s surface, a hidden world thrives. You stumble upon a lush garden of ancient trees, their leaves rustling with whispers of a forgotten time. In its heart stands a temple, bathed in soft golden light. Robed figures await your arrival, their knowing eyes fixed on you. They claim to know you. The frescoes on the temple walls depict three heroes destined to break New City’s chains. You feel an odd pull to a strange device— a teleporter that promises to reveal the truth.
The teleporter hurls you into a vast hall filled with monumental statues, their inscriptions blurred as exhaustion creeps in. The corridors stretch endlessly, twisting like a maze, until a sculpture of a girl catches your eye. Her stone-carved features stir memories long buried within you, but they slip through your grasp like sand. Her voice, soft and familiar, soothes your growing weariness, and the darkness closes in.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Awakening 04:09 Above the Skyscrapers 07:50 New City Itself 13:55 West wall 18:51 Neon Gates 26:41 Inferior Stratum 30:40 Below the City 35:42 Energy Flow 41:30 Alive 46:38 Apex of Heroes 53:36 Sleep
Mountain Realm's tribes of the north joins forces with Tales under The oak's Toadfolk. This enchanting album is ripe with dark fantasy moods and strange instrumentations reverberating in ancient halls and mountains.
After having been driven from the North long ago, the Human empires are back. The tribes of the North have called for a meet with the southland tribes, the Toadfolk, in a neutral location: The underground kingdom ruins in the Jaws of Morbog. Deep underneath the earth, where the glowing rivers meets the obsidian forge, the tribes gather one by one. What relics might the northerners bring from the Mountain Realm, and what rumors and magic might the southerners from the Lily River and beyond? Trade, gossip, music, food and drinks for all gathered, but none leaves until a plan has formed to deal with the human empires.
Recommended for fans of Dark Fantasy, Dungeon Synth and Retro RPGs
👉Tracklist: 00:00 An Invite for the Toad King 03:33 An Invite for the Northern Tribes 07:24 The Handshaking Hall 11:31 The Memory Pools 15:18 The Ice Elves of Frostfall 18:52 An Alliance Signed in Blood 23:30 Winter Melody 27:26 A Prayer to the First Gods 31:38 A Last Toast to New Brothers 34:39 Into the Night
Alphaxone & Onasander join forces on this post apocalyptic album revolving around abandoned megastructures and ruined cities.
Dark basslines and sweeping arpeggios invites us into a world of lost technology. Explore emptied cities and ruined metropolises to the soundtrack of dark drone and thumping analog textures
Recommanded for fans of the post apocalypse, synthesizers and world after mankind
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Megacities 07:33 Time Fracture 15:12 Artificial Gravity 21:55 Dark Equinox 28:27 Beyond Zero 34:43 Lost Civilization 41:26 Neuromancer 48:37 Human Edge
A haunting soundscape of dark ambient music, crafted to evoke a sense of dark isolation. This ambient mix features brooding dark industrial elements and atmospheric space music ambience
Robert is back with his 5th album under the Apocryphos banner, showcasing a new side of his sonic palette. Warm, analog noise and looped pedal drone balance light and dark.
Recommended for day dreamers and long nights of reflection.
The life you once knew is over. Your memories are dressed in black. It feels like an oncoming dementia, but something is strangely off...nothing written words can compose into reality. There is no use in dwelling on past remembrances as your mind's eye has blanketed those fragments of identity in atrementia. The journey to finding the source of fulfillment will be atramentous in scope, but like all great things...they must be built from ruins. To create is to destroy is to create...
Atrementia was composed exclusively with circuit bent hardware, home made oscillators, pedals and electric guitar fed through analog processing.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Grave Ascension 04:37 Solus Viator 13:33 Tornomov 22:34 Leaden Waves 31:39 An Internal Wilderness 42:38 Noc/Tuam
Mountain Realm (of projects Atrium Carceri/Za Frûmi) presents his 3rd album on Cryo Crypt. A mist filled ancient nordic folk tale fantasy that starts in the Whitebark Forest
As the last wisps of sunlight fade, the Whitebark forest succumbs to the Shadowlorn's dark grasp. The ancient trees, once verdant and proud, now stand as skeletal sentinels, their leaves withered and grey. The elves, attuned to the forest's subtle rhythms, feel the Shadowlorn's presence like an open wound, its influence seeping into the land like a chill that cannot be shaken.
In this desperate hour, whispers of a forgotten remedy begin to circulate, spoken in hushed tones around flickering campfires and in the shadowy recesses of the forest. They speak of the Ruby of the Ancients, said to hold the only hope of stemming the Shadowlorn's relentless tide. Hidden deep within the ruins of the Fallen Kingdom, the ruby's existence is a fragile thread, the last lifeline for a world on the brink of collapse.
As the stars begin their slow wheeling in the night sky, the wind stirs, carrying the whispers of the past on its breath. The Fallen Kingdom's crumbling spires, once proud and tall, now stand as a haunting testament to the transience of power. Yet, it is within these ancient stones that the ruby is said to lie, waiting for one brave enough to claim it. The darkness closes in, but the promise of the ruby remains, a desperate gamble against the Shadowlorn's crushing darkness.
Gather your gear, shoulder your pack, and prepare to venture into the shadows of the Fallen Kingdom, where the whispers of the past await, and the promise of the ruby beckons.
Recommended for fans of Nordic Folk, retro CRPGs, and PnP RPGs.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Leaving Sanctuary 01:47 A Journey with Old Friends 05:15 A Circle of Faun 08:05 Ruins Beyond the Tree Tops 11:56 Fungi Monks of the Moon 14:23 Beneath the Graves of my Brothers 17:17 Bronze Key 19:34 Lights from the Gate 22:53 Spirit of the Elven Prince 25:47 Fallen Kingdom 28:56 Ruby 30:48 Old Friend We Meet Again 33:32 Morning Air 36:15 Returning the Crown
The Mount Hibiki Tapes compiles all currently known underground albums, singles and EPs produced with the Mount Hibiki project . All remastered and compiled on this must have piece of Mount Shrine history. Warm, rainy and masterfully crafted drones.
Big thanks to @pwnisher for his work on the animation, go check out his channel if interested in 3D graphic, UE, Animations and Tutorials.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Azur 08:14 Absent Sens Part 1 17:08 Absent Sens Part 2 22:06 Fortress Mist Part 1 31:31 Fortress Mist Part 2 36:06 Fortress Mist Part 3 42:22 Sun Praising Through Part 1 57:56 Sun Praising Through Part 2 1:05:55 The View of Dallas Under the Fog 1:16:07 Heartland 1:32:09 A Slow Plane Part 1 1:40:23 A Slow Plane Part 2 1:52:02 A Slow Plane Part 3 1:57:30 Cold Paths Part 1 2:05:05 Cold Paths Part 2 2:14:46 Cold Paths Part 3 2:19:44 Grandplains 2:26:09 Healthless Servants
Atmospheric post rock soundscapes, dark ambient-acoustic and organic sound design
In the realm of shadow and whisper existed a being known as Zephyra, a dark seraphim cloaked in obsidian feathers that absorbed the light around her. Zephyra was neither angel nor demon, but a mysterious force that governed the ebb and flow of human destiny.
Perched upon the edge of twilight, she observed the mortal realm with eyes that held the reflections of countless fates. Zephyra's existence was intertwined with the delicate balance of fortune and misfortune sometimes known as the symmetry of fate. She soared silently through the night, casting her shadowy wings over unsuspecting souls, unseen to the human eye for in the shadow realm she roamed.
Those who sensed her presence felt an inexplicable chill, as if destiny itself whispered through the rustle of her wings. Zephyra's touch could bring either blessings or curses, her choices veiled in the mysteries of patterns unknown.
In the villages nestled between the ancient forests and forgotten whispers, tales of the enigmatic dark seraphim were entwined in ancestral legends. Some believed her to be a harbinger of doom, while others saw her as a celestial guardian watching over the threads of their lives.
Out of both fear and gratitude for her guardianship, villagers furnished shrines with offerings hopeful for safe passage through their years, though the younger generation believed themselves wiser than telltale myth and made no sacrifice, and disdain for this apparent godlike being grew, instilling anger towards her mystic reign.
At the end of the forest valley stood a knoll, and upon it a tree. Said to be millennia old and her place of rest, its ancient gnarled and knotted boughs imposed a daunting silhouette as if an extension of the seraphim's unnatural rule. Its roots elaborately weaving in and out swallowing up the earth like a spider's web encases its prey. And at the base of the knoll, the long reaching roots had shaped in such a way that an altar had formed; its top perfectly flat and crimson stained, testament to the sacrificial offerings the village elders thought to appease Zephyra's will.
The opposing views amongst the young had led to angry mobs taking the tree by storm to cut it down and rid the people of the seraphim's grip with the tree seen as her stronghold. But, for as the elders had long told, those who sharpen their axes will drown in blood, for iron and ore will anger the beast, and to her, the price ye shall pay. These old sayings did not scare the young mobs, as try they did, but each attempt to sever its lifeblood failed for the ancient roots and branch were impenetrable, and after each misadventure a mysterious and horrifying death was bestowed upon the village the following day. Iron for an eye, the elders always said and, with time, living in the shadow of fear and hope again became the norm.
But one moonlit eve, a humble artist named Elara sought guidance from the elusive seraphim with an offering not of blood nor plant, but of a painting of the ancient tree upon the knoll. Intrigued by her sincerity, Zephyra materialised before her, wings casting a shadow over the moonlit path. Elara hesitated but then asked the seraphim to reveal her destiny.
Zephyra, with a voice that echoed through the ages, spoke of intertwined paths and choices. She bestowed upon Elara the gift of foresight, allowing her to paint visions of both joy and sorrow. Elara's artwork became a reflection of the delicate dance between light and darkness, capturing the essence of the human experience.
As tales of Zephyra's gift spread, the villagers embraced the seraphim's presence, understanding that life's tapestry was woven with threads of both shadow and light. Zephyra continued her silent vigil, overseeing the fortunes and misfortunes of those whose lives she touched, a mysterious guardian in the realm between dusk and dawn. With her earthly messenger, Elara said to paint a picture a day that told the fortunes, or lack-of them to come to pass at next sun.
And the tree upon the knoll stood strong under the watch of the village elders and never again was an axe raised, nor was blood spilled in the name of Zephyra.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Perched upon the Edge of Twilight 05:05 Sacrificial Offerings 11:09 Olden Boughs 16:50 Dance of the Elderfolk 22:25 The Symmetry of Fate 29:41 Ode to Sylvan Hallows 35:23 Those That Sharpen Their Axes 41:16 Dissident Assembly 45:52 Cursed Roots of Blood 52:32 A Murder of Spies 58:36 Under Guardian's Watch 1:06:24 Fireside FableI Dream of Cosmic Horrors [ ホラー ]Cryo Chamber2024-07-01 | I Dream of Cosmic Horrors is a Dark Ambient mix by Atrium Carceri 👉 Bandcamp: cryochamber.bandcamp.com 👉 Spotify: open.spotify.com/user/cryochamber
I'm lost in a realm of twisted beauty, where skies are painted with colors that don't exist in waking life. Orblike creatures hover around me, their translucent bodies pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Tendrils stretch out from their cores, like ghostly fingers, beckoning me deeper into the dreamscape. The orbs cluster together, forming a shimmering web that seems to pull me towards some unseen horror. I try to flee, but my reflection follows, its eyes black as coal. The city of twisted spires and cyclopean architecture rises from the darkness, a maze of mirrors reflecting my every move. I'm trapped, forever adrift in this sea of darkness, surrounded by the glowing orbs and their ethereal web. The tendrils caress my mind, and I feel the weight of unseen gazes upon me.
Beyond the Ghost presents us a dark noir album filled with harmonic textures and creeping reverbs.
"In the neon-lit streets of 1950s Las Vegas, a grizzled detective toils on what he knows to be his final case: the brutal murder of a Marilyn-lookalike singer, found strangled and stabbed in her dressing room. As he delves deeper into the investigation, the detective becomes increasingly fixated on the victim, her image haunting his every waking moment. In seedy strip clubs and shadowy bars, he relentlessly seeks out any leads, determined to crack the case and bring her killer to justice.
Yet, the more he uncovers, the more he realizes that there are forces at work in this town that will stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried. With each step he takes towards the truth, he risks losing his grip on reality, his mind fracturing under the weight of his obsession. Will the detective eventually solve the case, or will he succumb to the darkness that threatens to engulf him? In a city where everyone is playing a game and no one can be trusted, the truth may be more elusive than he ever imagined."
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Neon Dawn 05:43 Figments and Fragments 12:55 Haunted Man 18:59 A Web of Deceit 25:24 Picture of her Come Alive 33:00 Daydream Sequence 40:42 Hearing Voices 47:16 Neon Twilight
Pär Boström, known for Kammarheit, Aindulmedir and Cities Last Broadcast, presents his second album by Trollslottet.
We built towers to visit them in their divine fortress, but heaven was empty. We searched for them beneath the solid realms, but the quiet void was out of our reach. We raised temples to remember them, but our hearts had grown too cold. We turned to sorcery, which is, and will always be, infinite. - from the Frozen Tales
👉Tracklist: 00:00 De Tusenåriga 05:42 Det Härskande Djupet 11:17 Midvinter 15:12 Trolldom 19:55 Evigheten 26:04 Frusna Sagor I 29:12 Frusna Sagor II 34:17 Frusna Sagor III
Cities Last Broadcast, the Swedish expert of paranormal electronics and Fractalyst, the Greek specialist of technical soundscapes, has created an equally disturbing and fascinating album of the finest dark ambient.
Phantasmora is an album about feverish madness, séances gone wrong and about grandma singing in many tongues as reality crumbles.
Recommended for fans of séances trapped in endless tape loops and ghostly transmissions through analog noise
👉Tracklist: 00:00 To Form a Circle 05:50 Grandma Sings in Many Tongues 10:06 Mirroring 14:23 Imprecise Waltz 19:00 Bygone 22:26 Cellar Eidolon 29:32 Phantasmora 32:50 The Silken Sanity in Asymmetrical Rooms
Sabled Sun (Atrium Carceri/Mountain Realm) returns with 2150, the 6th entry in the Sabled Sun series.
As our protagonist's essence was decanted into the waiting vessel, a fresh husk of flesh and circuitry, he felt the familiar disorientation of transition. The spaceship - a silver arrow piercing the void, was his chariot to the last bastion of humanity, the outer sector space station. And yet now, as he was dragged screaming from slumber - the ship's alarm suite shrieked in discordant harmony, a cacophony of warning klaxons and flashing telltales that paint the darkness in fiery hues.
The man's thoughts, still coalescing from the fog of sleep, struggle to comprehend the chaos around him. System failure, navigation error, propulsion malfunction - the ship's AI yammers in his ear with a still soothing voice. The man's new body, still unfamiliar, thrummed with tension as he fights to assert control, his consciousness a fragile flame flickering in the hurricane of alarms and warnings...
Recommended for fans of Sci-Fi Ambience, Layered Synthesizers and Space Settings
👉 Tracklist: 00:00 Wake Up 04:43 Onboard Errors 10:59 A Long Way from Home 16:50 Space Walk 24:07 Malfunction 26:14 Rebooting 29:29 Finding Paradise 32:22 Derelict Station 35:24 Longcasting 38:00 Nebula
Dronny Darko present his new dystopian album Godless Land, where cities are swallowed by overgrowth with humans gone.
You see cities you once knew, now swallowed by overgrowth. You stand amidst a surreal landscape, where nature has reclaimed the concrete jungle. Vines and creepers have wrapped themselves around skyscrapers, pulling them back into the earth. The streets are a tangle of overgrowth, with buildings consumed by the relentless march of vegetation.
You hear the silence, punctuated only by the creaks and groans of structures surrendering to nature's onslaught.
Your footsteps echo off the walls as you navigate through a sea of ferns and wildflowers that have claimed the pavement as their own. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, a reminder that humans are no longer the dominant force here
Recommended for fans of Dystopian Soundscapes and Textural layering
👉Tracklist 00:00 Enter the Godless Lands 03:31 Valley of the Morbid 07:36 Hallucinating a Colossus 12:06 The Watchful Eye 19:12 As Far as the Eyes Can See 22:37 Hollow Concrete Flesh 27:53 Patient 4067 31:22 Lights from the Above 37:54 Escaping the Zone
Mountain Realm (of projects Atrium Carceri/Za Frûmi) presents his 2nd album on Cryo Crypt. A mist filled ancient nordic folk tale fantasy within the region of Frostfall.
In Frostfall, where winter's chill never fades, the Crystal Palace stands as a testament to the past. Under the watchful gaze of the Troll King, the palace whispers tales of a bygone era. Once the crown jewel of Frostfall's first age, it shone brightly, its spires a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape. The first age of Man flourished here, but war and darkness drove them out, leaving the palace frozen in time.
Beyond the palace lies the White Bark forest, a realm of wonder and danger. Goblin-kin roam, and Elven seers weave illusions amidst the snow-covered trees. Here, reality and myth blur, and ancient magic stirs. Rumors of forgotten secrets and lost relics draw adventurers and wanderers to Frostfall, despite the dangers that lurk in the snowy mists.
Refill your health flask, pack your torches and prepare your goat for travel into the untamed lands of Frostfall
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Whitebark Forest 02:31 Dungeon Stairs 05:18 Horn of the Goblins 09:29 Scepter 11:30 Mountain Song 15:41 Brother 18:38 The Seers Lair 21:59 Stew 23:36 The Crystal Palace 26:58 Troll King 31:33 A Fallen Warrior Stands Again
Recommended for fans of Nordic Folk, retro CRPGs, and PnP RPGs. Written, Produced, Performed, Art, Mastering - Simon Heath
God Body Disconnect emerges from the shadows of the inner void, with an album he calls the one he’s been dreaming of creating for years. Composed of vhs and cassette tape recordings, Bruce has painted a mystical, melancholic journey, through sleepy, fogbound forests.
Death is a complex subject; none of us really knows what will happen to us when it’s our time. The existence of a soul that lives on in a spiritual afterlife, is also just as difficult to grasp. The truth is none of it can be proven or disproven, because no one has been through the entire experience, and come back to tell the whole story. We end up having to solely rely on our own beliefs, experiences, and what we hope will happen to us in our final hour. Ultimately we’re left in the dark about our future. Death, the soul, and the spiritual world, are things I’ve explored in much of my music, however I’ve never gone as deep as I have with this album. I owed it to myself to face the traumatic events that have shaped my beliefs, and finally approach the fearful visions that have been haunting me for many years. This album is based on what I’ve seen during my own near death experiences, and in vivid prophetic dreams and visions. It’s also representative of what I hope will happen to me when the clock of life rings its final bell. It has given me much peace to introspectively dive into these mystical, uncharted worlds, and I hope it gives some peace for you. ~Bruce
It’s almost time for the finale The drape of oak are closing in Birds and creatures cease their singing Flashing images of who I’ve been Eyes swollen, the deepest sadness Regrets and fear of what’s to come A single tear feeds the soil Body and spirit turned to one I bend my knees to an empty forest In a dream only dreamt within The gods of sleep, a soothing chorus All is forgotten, my sins forgiven
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Last night on the Earthly Plane 03:10 Slumber Drape 09:14 Unveiling the Astral Realm 15:14 Threads of Mist and Fog 19:39 I Can Hear My Loved Ones 24:07 Angelic Presence 28:01 Nostalgia Park 1986 33:00 If I Could Stay Here Forever 39:22 A Last Refelction of My Life 45:17 Goodbye, My Dear Ghost 52:00 Where Will My Soul Awake
I found myself standing before a towering figure, his cybernetic enhancements gleaming in the dim light of the dirty back alley. The air thick with tension as he held out a handful of pills towards me, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"You want a taste of the real deal, kid?" he snarled, the voice distorted by metal embeddings. "The kind of rush that'll make you feel alive like never before?"
I hesitated, my fingers trembling as I reached out for the pill. I knew the risks, but the allure of power was too strong to resist.
"Yeah," I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. "Give it here."
With a wicked chuckle, he tossed the pill into my waiting palm. I swallowed it without hesitation, feeling the rush of stimulants coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
For a moment, I was invincible – a god among mortals, fueled by the power of cybernetic enhancement and the adrenaline of the streets.
Ugasanie presents his album Cold World of Eternity, a dark polar ambient album with field recordings and mystical droning that paints a perfect backdrop for northern exploration.
In the far north, whispers of a bygone civilization linger in the crisp air. Intriguing clues fuel speculation: ancient maps marked with cities that seem to have vanished, and weathered remnants of massive stone structures scattered across the frozen landscape.
These structures, with their rough, geometric shapes, stand as silent witnesses to a forgotten past. But the most compelling evidence comes from the stories passed down through generations by the indigenous people. They speak of a time when unknown travelers from the north walked these lands, leaving only echoes in the legends they carried...
Recommended for fans of Polar Ambient, Snowy field recordings and Frozen Textural Droning
👉Tracklist: 00:00 In the Snow 04:55 The Frozen Forest 14:19 Ancient Ruins 22:37 Megalith 28:05 Catacombs 33:20 Tambourine of the Underworld 39:33 Seid near the River 43:49 Dead Gods of Forgotten Times
Dark Ambient Horror Music featuring Atrium Carceri tracks from old and new albums, run through a noise interface and tape for some retro horror analog atmosphere. If not a fan of this lo-fi style you can find the original tracks in the tracklist below - Simon
Caldon Glover presents their second album on Cryo-Chamber: Metrophagy, a post-cyberpunk reflection on the cognitive dissonance between our ever advancing civilization and the true nature of growth and decay. The album does not to evoke an imagined advanced future dystopia, but the very real dystopia of now, steeped equally in instant connectivity and rampant disconnection.
Metrophagy: The act of consuming cities.
Pale washes of florescent light and the hum of air conditioning disguise the city as separate from nature, but the separation of our technological utopia and the natural world is an illusion, a barrier maintained only in our minds. Under those florescent lights swarms of mosquitos, the last great predator of human kind, are caught in spiders webs. Roots grow through the concrete under our feet. The least natural impulse of humanity is to fight decay, we fill in cracks and send out an ever expanding network of glass and copper tendrils, but this thing we call decay is truly growth; mold breaks down matter to create cradles for new life, hyphae wrap around our fiber optic networks, our corpses feed forests. Our city is being eaten out from under us because we refuse to believe ourselves a part of this cycle.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Accelerated Decay 05:59 Communion 14:33 In the Kingdom of Parasites 21:07 Liber Spiralis 32:22 Hyphae Network Connection 39:44 Insect and Infinite Silence
In the distant reaches of the galactic expanse, a cadre of elite navigators emerges – the Hyperspace Architects. These seasoned voyagers, sculptors of space-time's fabric, command vessels that slip effortlessly into the enigmatic folds of hyperspace.
Skilled beyond measure, they blend technical prowess with instinctual finesse, crafting hyperdrives that defy the conventional constraints of physics. Yet, their craft is not without its hazards. Within the veils of hyperspace lies the hyperspace mist – an ethereal labyrinth where reality twists and bends.
Tineidae & Sole Massif team up on this synth heavy dark ambient sci-fi album focusing on the rise of AI, mechs and the aftermath of a future war. Crunchy treble contrasts with thumping bass to pull you into its world of heavy robotics, neural interfaces and sci-fi atmospherics.
The underground facility is a bleak maze of dimly lit corridors, echoing with the hum of machinery. In your cold, metallic exosuit, you move through shadows, your visor projecting eerie holographic warnings.
Deca-6, your silent partner, and you approach the central chamber. The distant gunfire adds to the oppressive atmosphere. The enemy mech looms, a dark silhouette.
You engage your weapons, and the chamber erupts in flashes of phosphorescent light, casting haunting shadows.
Recommended for fans of analog synths, sci-fi and military mechs.
👉Tracklist 00:00 Uncertain Direction 05:28 Process Overhaul 09:56 Data Stream Conjunction 16:03 Frontier Debris 19:05 Remnants of War 23:25 Deca-6 27:58 Unmanned Construct 32:05 Signal Triangulation 36:13 False Frequency 39:46 Connection Re-established feat. Skrika 44:53 Enroute
I had a lot of fun working on this 40k inspired mix, tracks have been layered with distant battle sounds. The music has been run through some gritty effects and extra reverb to emphasize huge environmental spaces. The chants now bounce of the structures far away for a thicker atmosphere. Hope you enjoy - Atrium Carceri
The Void Wanderer present his first album on Cryo Chamber, a warm and inviting album that encapsulates the listener into its foggy atmospheres.
"In the dense depths of the valley's mist, an abandoned town slumbers, its vibrant pulse extinguished, swallowed by the haze. Buildings, aged and desolate, loom like silent titans amidst the ethereal gloom. Windows, glazed with condensation, stare out into the murky void, reflecting no trace of vitality. Cobblestone paths, slick with moisture, wind through the fog, their echoes mingling with the whispers of forgotten footsteps. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay, a palpable reminder of time's relentless march. In this realm of forsaken dreams, nature reclaims its dominion."
Recommended for fans of subdued ambient, Mount Shrine-style atmospherics and fog.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 In My Restless Dream 04:49 Dead Air feat. Blightside 11:59 The Fog Here Will Never Disappear 18:37 Cemetary feat. Blightside 22:02 Road to Nowhere feat. Blightside 29:28 Still Keep Going 36:20 Empty World
Pär Boström, known for Kammarheit, Aindulmedir and Cities Last Broadcast, presents his new project Trollslottet. The first album, Sorgeberget, is a story of bravery and witchcraft in a forsaken world.
In this age of malevolence and turmoil, the gods are long gone. But old tales hold knowledge of an ancient tower in the northern mountains, where the now forgotten gods once hid their sacred names beneath the stone and the earth.
Deep in this night, we seek their Nine Names in hopes of recalling the gods from the great dunes of the Quiet Void.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 De Nio Namnen 03:53 Inunder Sorgeberget 07:21 Nordanvinden 15:40 För Detta Viker Det Onda 19:44 Konungatronen 24:03 Det Tysta Mörka 32:16 Häxmästaren 41:52 Vinterväldet
Ruptured World returns with a second "Rituals" album of instrumental tracks, combining space ambient with radio art and occasional flurries of trumpet sounds with enigmatic field recordings.
The void of the stars is not an empty one. It is a thriving vessel of cosmic bodies and the unaccountable vastness of the ultra-deep field.
"Void Rituals" imagines the visions of the Seers of ancient pasts and unknown futures, projecting their mind's eye into the scattered minutia of the spacetime continuum.
They invoke the enchantments of the arcane scripts of "The Book of Origins" and recite the edicts drawn from the legacies of the First Gazers Upon the Pavilion.
They are the archivists of an old yearning—the legislators of untold dreamscapes—privy to the secret motions of distant worlds and the ways of the gods who oversee them.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 Prophecies of the Vision Zero 04:39 The Dream Spices of Dimidium 08:56 Canticle for a Dying World 17:29 The Gloaming of Eridanus 23:00 The Gods They Have No Eyes To See Us 25:59 Epochs of the Great Shift 33:10 The Vale of Yearning 36:05 Explosions of Distant Magnitudes 41:35 Equations of Clock-time Versus Lightspeed 44:30 The Phobetor Signals 49:20 The Great Void
Alphaxone present us a dark space ambient album ambient album filled with layered drone and harmonic textures that takes us deep into unexplored alien worlds
Recommended for fans of space ambience and deep atmospherics
👉Tracklist 00:00 Astrovoid 08:32 Space Particles 16:23 Temporal Vortex 23:27 Quantum Evo 30:46 Starfields 38:22 Omnipresent 44:55 Dimension Zero 51:40 Submersive 58:35 Antimatter
Atrium Carceri & Kammarheit presents us Apparatus, a dark cavernous underground ambient album exploring both a barren surface of enormous structures and ancient underground passageways. Analog tape reels, haunting electronics, pulsating basslines and massive reverbs combine for a deep journey through warm and dark sound
Vikorra Doom (of Dark Ambient project God Body Disconnect) presents his debut album on Cryo Crypt. A gritty war inspired album that invites the listener into the ancient lands of Sh’goria where Vikorra Doom seeks revenge for what happened in his previous life.
👉Tracklist: 00:00 From the Realm of Dust and Darkness 04:32 Dreams of my Former Throne 08:08 The Haunted Hyperion Woods 10:37 A Once Majestic Castle in Ruins 12:40 Pale Rider - Through the Shokotum 16:42 Spiritual Gateway 19:02 Lair of the Tarkyz - The Dark shaman 22:07 The Hall of Unhallowed Steel 27:01 Facing Xalul 29:38 After Battle Euphoria 33:48 Return to the Underworld
"Vikorra Doom (of Dark Ambient project God Body Disconnect) presents his debut album on Cryo Crypt. A dark and gritty war inspired album that invites the listener into the ancient lands of Sh’goria where Vikorra Doom seeks revenge for what happened in his previous life.
Vikorra Doom, was once a feared leader of a barbaric clan which ruled the ancient northern region of Sh’goria. Unbeknownst to him there was a traitor in the highest of his ranks. Vikorra Doom was brutally beheaded by Xalul, his most trusted guard while asleep in his castle. Vikorra’s soul was damned to roam the ancient underworld of the dead for eternity. Seething with thoughts of revenge, he made a secret pact with the underworlds gatekeepers, with the promise of feeding them a list of warriors who have cheated death. Vikorra Doom was sent back to the earthly realm as an invincible warrior with the chance of exacting his revenge. But the watchful eyes of the gatekeeper’s have only given him a limited window of time. They will drag his soul back down if he overstays his welcome on the earthly realm, and doesn’t deliver on his promise.
Recommended for fans of old Conan paperbacks, 80’s-90’s dark fantasy, and a VHS atmosphere"
Cryo Chamber record label creates ambient space music, ambient sci fi music, ambient cyberpunk music, ambient background music. You can use the music as ambient music for study, ambient music for focus, ambient music for work, ambient music for sleep, ambient music for relaxation, ambient music for reading, ambient music for writing. Our music is best described as dark atmospheric ambient music, soothing ambient music, relaxing ambient music, horror ambient music, ethereal ambient music, cinematic ambient music, dark ambient music.
A 2 hour dark soundscape album recorded by over 20 ambient artists to pay tribute to H.P. Lovecrafts Mythos
Rhan-Tegoth is a fifteen foot tall, medusa-like, insectoid amphibious god-being (Great Old One) of little power but vital to the return of the Old Ones. It lived in the warm seas of Yuggoth before coming to Earth.
Come journey deep into the underground depths, where long forgotten temples guarded by insectoid creatures stand untouched by human curiosity
"They found the box in the basement of the British Museum. Inside it there was a leathery integument, like some muddy garb from pre-history. It was essentially colourless but with an underlying mottled green lustre. Jenkins, the anthropologist, was somewhat mesmerised by it. It was as if he had discovered something of great value, like some antique ceremonial shroud for an ancient bloodletting rite. Maybe he had. But Professor McIntyre was more of a mind that its anatomical qualities were of much more interest than its mystical aura. Especially so because there was nothing about the integument that seemed to correspond to the standard taxonomies of animal life."
So is this a compilation? No, this is a collaboration and huge undertaking. Over 20 artists linked studios and sound for over a year so that they could work with each other. This led to a deep collaborative exploration of the Mythos and Rhan-Tegoth
2 CD album comes in a Deluxe 24 page Hard cover DigiBook. Artwork is served on Matte Laminated pages that makes the colors deep and preserved. Journal written by Alistair Rennie, art by Simon Heath. Digital booklet included with download.
Written, Produced, Performed: Atrium Carceri Onasander Apocryphos Neizvestija Gdanian Tineidae Skrika Alphaxone Northumbria RNGMNN Dead Melodies Fractalyst Ugasanie In Quantum God Body Disconnect Keosz Beyond the Ghost Council of Nine Flowers for Bodysnatchers Gydja Void Stasis Kammarheit Darkrad Sjellos
Text by Alistair Rennie Art & Mastering by Simon Heath
A 2 hour dark soundscape album recorded by over 20 ambient artists to pay tribute to H.P. Lovecrafts Mythos
Rhan-Tegoth is a fifteen foot tall, medusa-like, insectoid amphibious god-being (Great Old One) of little power but vital to the return of the Old Ones. It lived in the warm seas of Yuggoth before coming to Earth.
Come journey deep into the underground depths, where long forgotten temples guarded by insectoid creatures stand untouched by human curiosity
"They found the box in the basement of the British Museum. Inside it there was a leathery integument, like some muddy garb from pre-history. It was essentially colourless but with an underlying mottled green lustre. Jenkins, the anthropologist, was somewhat mesmerised by it. It was as if he had discovered something of great value, like some antique ceremonial shroud for an ancient bloodletting rite. Maybe he had. But Professor McIntyre was more of a mind that its anatomical qualities were of much more interest than its mystical aura. Especially so because there was nothing about the integument that seemed to correspond to the standard taxonomies of animal life."
So is this a compilation? No, this is a collaboration and huge undertaking. Over 20 artists linked studios and sound for over a year so that they could work with each other. This led to a deep collaborative exploration of the Mythos and Rhan-Tegoth
2 CD album comes in a Deluxe 24 page Hard cover DigiBook. Artwork is served on Matte Laminated pages that makes the colors deep and preserved. Journal written by Alistair Rennie, art by Simon Heath. Digital booklet included with download.
Written, Produced, Performed: Atrium Carceri Onasander Apocryphos Neizvestija Gdanian Tineidae Skrika Alphaxone Northumbria RNGMNN Dead Melodies Fractalyst Ugasanie In Quantum God Body Disconnect Keosz Beyond the Ghost Council of Nine Flowers for Bodysnatchers Gydja Void Stasis Kammarheit Darkrad Sjellos
Text by Alistair Rennie Art & Mastering by Simon Heath
Skrika presents his third album on Cryo Chamber, Vyeltyra Vortex. A masterfully crafted cinematic dark ambient experience continuing to expand on the universe that started with the album Fifth Nature.
The Yn, having fled from a dying Earth, have charted their own path of exploration to that of Cerria and her followers, searching for a new home. Worshipping the mystical natural powers of the universe, the Yn have travelled to a myriad of planets seeking enlightenment. Every new civilisation they encounter speak in awe of Vyeltyra-B, and of the mysterious and secretive Vyeltyrans — a race that can control time — the chrononsphere. The Yn quickly discover that rather than a path to enlightenment, on Vyeltyra-B a path awaits of a far darker kind.
Understood by the Vyeltyrans as an evolving force, time requires great prowess to control, otherwise it can tear apart the very fabric of your being — your soul from your body. The Vyeltyrans have devised a series of rites of passage all must undergo. These rites are designed to test control of your thoughts and memories across time, and of your spiritual and physical being across multiple intersecting timelines. The leaders of the Yn — Atom, Fiadh, and Ebba — agree to undergo these rites. Initiates progress through a series of chambers for each rite, with each becoming increasingly more challenging.
Recommended for fans of crisp production, psychoacoustic ambience and ethereal atmospheres.
CD and Digital Download comes with a 12 page matte booklet with text by Monty Adkins
Skrika presents his third album on Cryo Chamber, Vyeltyra Vortex. A masterfully crafted cinematic dark ambient experience continuing to expand on the universe that started with the album Fifth Nature.
The Yn, having fled from a dying Earth, have charted their own path of exploration to that of Cerria and her followers, searching for a new home. Worshipping the mystical natural powers of the universe, the Yn have travelled to a myriad of planets seeking enlightenment. Every new civilisation they encounter speak in awe of Vyeltyra-B, and of the mysterious and secretive Vyeltyrans — a race that can control time — the chrononsphere. The Yn quickly discover that rather than a path to enlightenment, on Vyeltyra-B a path awaits of a far darker kind.
Understood by the Vyeltyrans as an evolving force, time requires great prowess to control, otherwise it can tear apart the very fabric of your being — your soul from your body. The Vyeltyrans have devised a series of rites of passage all must undergo. These rites are designed to test control of your thoughts and memories across time, and of your spiritual and physical being across multiple intersecting timelines. The leaders of the Yn — Atom, Fiadh, and Ebba — agree to undergo these rites. Initiates progress through a series of chambers for each rite, with each becoming increasingly more challenging.
Recommended for fans of crisp production, psychoacoustic ambience and ethereal atmospheres.
CD and Digital Download comes with a 12 page matte booklet with text by Monty Adkins
Skrika presents his third album on Cryo Chamber, Vyeltyra Vortex. A masterfully crafted cinematic dark ambient experience continuing to expand on the universe that started with the album Fifth Nature.
The Yn, having fled from a dying Earth, have charted their own path of exploration to that of Cerria and her followers, searching for a new home. Worshipping the mystical natural powers of the universe, the Yn have travelled to a myriad of planets seeking enlightenment. Every new civilisation they encounter speak in awe of Vyeltyra-B, and of the mysterious and secretive Vyeltyrans — a race that can control time — the chrononsphere. The Yn quickly discover that rather than a path to enlightenment, on Vyeltyra-B a path awaits of a far darker kind.
Understood by the Vyeltyrans as an evolving force, time requires great prowess to control, otherwise it can tear apart the very fabric of your being — your soul from your body. The Vyeltyrans have devised a series of rites of passage all must undergo. These rites are designed to test control of your thoughts and memories across time, and of your spiritual and physical being across multiple intersecting timelines. The leaders of the Yn — Atom, Fiadh, and Ebba — agree to undergo these rites. Initiates progress through a series of chambers for each rite, with each becoming increasingly more challenging.
Recommended for fans of crisp production, psychoacoustic ambience and ethereal atmospheres.
CD and Digital Download comes with a 12 page matte booklet with text by Monty Adkins
Skrika presents his third album on Cryo Chamber, Vyeltyra Vortex. A masterfully crafted cinematic dark ambient experience continuing to expand on the universe that started with the album Fifth Nature.
The Yn, having fled from a dying Earth, have charted their own path of exploration to that of Cerria and her followers, searching for a new home. Worshipping the mystical natural powers of the universe, the Yn have travelled to a myriad of planets seeking enlightenment. Every new civilisation they encounter speak in awe of Vyeltyra-B, and of the mysterious and secretive Vyeltyrans — a race that can control time — the chrononsphere. The Yn quickly discover that rather than a path to enlightenment, on Vyeltyra-B a path awaits of a far darker kind.
Understood by the Vyeltyrans as an evolving force, time requires great prowess to control, otherwise it can tear apart the very fabric of your being — your soul from your body. The Vyeltyrans have devised a series of rites of passage all must undergo. These rites are designed to test control of your thoughts and memories across time, and of your spiritual and physical being across multiple intersecting timelines. The leaders of the Yn — Atom, Fiadh, and Ebba — agree to undergo these rites. Initiates progress through a series of chambers for each rite, with each becoming increasingly more challenging.
Recommended for fans of crisp production, psychoacoustic ambience and ethereal atmospheres.
CD and Digital Download comes with a 12 page matte booklet with text by Monty Adkins