Off full-length, '39 Lightyears from Heaven' (October 24th, 2025 via Mothland) Pre-save: https://orcd.co/39-lightyears-from-heaven Brainwasher is: Matthew Duckworth Kirksey & Tommy McKenzie Directed by Wayne Coyne, Blake Studdard & Zac Cox Lighting & Production by Peter Marchio Lyrics: I try to pick myself up off the ground But the ego is a real son of a bitch When you see yourself as an actor You’ve never known nothing like it I thought I knew what it was like To never be told “no” That was before That was before Trying to understand what could have been It only makes sense in the past We were fighters, we were stubborn then I knew it could never last And you’re waiting for the future now Who knows when that will come, if it ever does But I’ll keep waiting for you anyway It's a sad existence in Oklahoma But we’ve got love love love It's all we got Yeah, we’ve got love love love It's all we got – #Brainwasher #AtLeastItBeatsanActor #39LightyearsfromHeaven #MatthewDuckworthKirksey #TommyMcKenzie #WayneCoyne #BlakeStuddard #ZacCox #PeterMarchio #OklahomaCity #Mothland

The official music video for ‘Quantify’ by NODEGA Listen to Quantify here: https://NODEGA.lnk.to/QTFID Rot in Helvetica is out now! https://NODEGA.lnk.to/RIHID Follow NODEGA: Instagram: https://NODEGA.lnk.to/NISID Bandcamp: https://NODEGA.lnk.to/NBAID See NODEGA Live: https://NODEGA.lnk.to/BITID Credits: video by NODEGA Lyrics: Tell me how would rate yr friendships? How would you appraise yr likes? Quantify enough information I can change what you’re feeling inside Everything you see it must be rated Everything you think is aggregated Resources will all be allocated Minds that disagree can be persuaded Tell me how would rate yr friendships? How do you rate yr life? Quantify enough information And you’ll be cumming on yr keyboard tonight Everything you see it must be rated Everything you think is aggregated Data it will be consolidated Minds that disagree can be persuaded Quantify Quantify This is a consumer guide Quantify Quantify Frequencies will save your life Time only passes in decades Time only passes when I say Sheep shackled in the back of this truck How many stars would you rate this fuck? Quantify Quantify This is a consumer guide Quantify Quantify What you rate identifies Time only passes in decades And I can tell you which era you will crave This taste platform is just for you my love How many stars would you rate this fuck? Quantify Quantify This is a consumer guide Quantify Quantify Identity we will provide Tell me how would rate yr friendships? How would you appraise yr life? Quantify enough information And you’ll be cumming on yr keyboard tonight I don’t wanna think I don’t wanna think I don’t wanna think too hard

For Those I Love - Mirror: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/mirror Taken from the new album Carving The Stone: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/carvingthestone Buy from Irish independent stores: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/ctsie Tour Tickets 2025: https://forthosei.live/live Sign up to the mailing list: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/mailinglist Follow: https://ffm.bio/forthoseilove Subscribe: https://forthoseilove.ffm.to/ytsubscribe Production Company: Riff Raff Films Director Niall Trask: @nialltrask Executive Producer: Natalie Owner of Riff Raff: Matthew Fone Producer: Zoe Gunn Production Assistant: Marcus Kartal Production Assistant: Lilli MacMonagle Director of Photography: Mike McMillan Focus Puller :Nat Rowbotham Production Designer: James Middleton Editor: @Ed_jazeera Grade: Thomas Kumeling Grade House Producer: Grace Evers-Green Grade House: DOMA Lyrics The only ones I’ve ever loved All live within this neighbourhood I don’t think I’ll ever leave. The only ones I’ve ever loved All live within this neighbourhood Sometimes I watch them fight to breathe. The only ones I’ve ever loved All live within this neighbourhood Sometimes they press the steel to me. The only ones I’ve ever loved All live within this neighbourhood They feel so far away from me. Going home and hoping, sleep and heat, and peace, and hiding out Limping off the train, the rain will follow me, it’s beating down First day off the sticks, the bricks and accident broke me Eighteen weeks of their assists so now I’m solo and slowly. Holy Night in sight, a fight, and fire, and fog in the field Pass by a guy that’s high and tryna find a light in his jeans Push round the corner stair, to moonlight air and the shadow safety I feel these legs are tryna break me as the dark air takes me. The pounding sound of ground around the corner is closing The chosen path I’m walking might just be the end of my road and Turn my head and catch the silver shining blade in his hand I both stayed and I ran, no luck, my legs in the sand It’s some ballyed up man with life and death in his veins And then he calls out my name, double barrel, his saying It goes full name, whole name, surname and all I swear the cold of the bold steel Was screaming the call. Paddy Pintman Scabby joints man Happy slapping, stabbing, always bragging, what’s the point man I know them all, I’ve seen them fall, I hear your call man I know your fear and fury, and you’re lacking hope and light, man. Paddy Pintman Scabby joints man Happy slapping, stabbing, always bragging, what’s the point We shoot pool in the same club, walk to work on the same street, Chat sh*t in the same pub, and sink pints in the same seat. This place is alive with all the lives before the tragedy They still speak to me casually, but I’ll never share it I’m cold but I care, it’s old but I’ll bear it Some pain never fades it just appears is new ways. This place is alive with with the lives before the tragedy They still speak to me casually, and I pretend I don’t hear it I’m cold but I care, I’m told I have to spare it The drone of constant scroll is too much to bear And it’s Pigeons dead at my feet, pigeons dead at my feet Bad decisions lead to a belief that creeps it’s way into your soul Like some cold black hole that sweeps away every defeat that lingered on ya This is not the place that I belong, not the place that I grew up on Blackshirt c*nts squeezing the life and lungs out of the middle grounds In the shadow of borrowed time on the trash heap of authority Priority boarding to anywhere the f*ck else Shelf yourself for a moment pay the extra score for f*ck all more This kip is a bubbling mess Depressed and depleted, and half sedated How many of us are miseducated? Inflated by a hate filled rhetoric With ideologues influencing the city’s sprogs like gods Automating ourselves out of jobs and I’m guilty, born filthy Seems like no love can fill me, no other place can thrill me Still I choose to plant roots in this lose/lose Repeat the picture, an ounce for mixture, denounce the crowd and bleed for scripture See I’ve been knifed alive by mine, but wined and dined by those on high became the bigger crime to me, if I’m going to bleed then make me bleed with a blade I can see. Reprobate, ethnostate, modern nationalist c*nts They manipulate young workers and then neglect them when done The modern state will strip a man down until he’s naked and scared And these c*nting blackshirts will give him a face to lace with his fears. C*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts, c*nts These bitter f*ckers will tell a man that to hate is to love And hang them out to dry as soon as they’re done. #forthoseilove #noscheme

Music video by Jehnny Beth performing No Good for People (Official).© 2025 20L07 LLC, under exclusive licence to Fiction Records

New single from experimental cellist Slow Cooked STREAM NOW: Written by: Louie Barby Produced by: Adele Phillips Additional prod + mixing: Oli Barton-Wood Mastered by: Thomas Waterman Performed by: Slow Cooked Drums: Barney Lister Bass: Jack Patchett Cello, Vox + Piano: Louie Barby Additional vocals: - Oscar Akam - Nick Akam - Adele Phillips - Gabriel Willis - Jasper Harrison - Kumni Williams - Adelaide Peach Directed by Louie Barby & Corey Rid DOP: Corey Rid Assistant: Christian Dearden Editing: Louie Barby & Corey Rid Colour Grade: Corey Rid Executive producer: Evan Griffin Starring: Bald legends: - Steve Barby - Malcom Cohn - Paddy Ager - Evan Griffin - Emil Squire - Gerald Ogbonna Street racer gang: - Jess Ashworth Aiton - Sam Gledhill - Christian Dearden - Dominique Gregory - Jack Patchett - Gabriel Willis - Joseph (danger) Cavell - Joe (zone) Sewell - Kumni Williams - Nick Akam - Pria Patel - Rishi Saluja - Sophie Roberts - Willa Hope - Danny Yates LYRICS: Death Scroll Life Coach Click Hole Cringe Post Vest Poets with the sincere tone All ironies lost to sickly prose And all this Coca Cola Mental Health’s far too sweet for me Death Scroll Click Hole Life Coach Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw Death Scroll Click Hole Vest Prose Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw Death Scroll Click Hole Cello! Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw I’m so glad that you made it I’m so glad that you made it You know I love to (HATE) To make me hate myself That much less Coca Cola Mental Health Coca Cola Mental Health Coca Cola Mental Health’s far too sweet for me Let it break (ah aah) Give my soul away to cringe Armoured jokes and irony (Ah ah aah) But my body fits the vest Spoken word Just like the rest. You’re always someone's cringe Don’t you know All just playing a game Focus on your own Point that mirror of hate To anything but your face Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw Put your feels to piano sounds Print your feels get your shoulders out And tense your jaw Put your feels to piano sounds Put your feels to piano sounds Put your feels to piano sounds And tense your jaw.

Rebecca Schiffman - “Beach Vacation” from the album 'Before the Future' Please visit the following link to generate a new instance of this music video. This youtube video is just one of infinite variations. https://www.rebeccaschiffman.com/beachvacation/ Video Credits: Generative artwork, video direction, site design, and site development by Peter Toh at PTOH. Beach footage by Peter Toh, Ruby Caster, and Rebecca Schiffman. ABC Camera font provided by Dinamo. https://abcdinamo.com/ Song Credits: Rebecca Schiffman: songwriter, guitar, vocals, vocal engineer, vocal harmony arrangement Luke Temple: producer, synths, percussion Steve Marion: guitar Kosta Galanopoulos: drums Doug Stuart: bass Rob Shelton: recording and mixing engineer Jake Supple: recording engineer Mike Nolte: mastering engineer Follow Rebecca Schiffman: Bandcamp https://rebeccaschiffman.bandcamp.com/ Website: https://www.rebeccaschiffman.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rebeccaschiffman

Dag och Natt - Tunis Labrador 2025 https://orcd.co/tunis

"Lucky" by Small Shake Video directed, shot and edited by Kathryn Kucera “Lucky” written by Aarin Wright Lyrics by Aarin Wright Follow Small Shake: Instagram: /smallshakeband Bandcamp: https://smallshake.bandcamp.com/ Lyrics: I want to make a scene’ Barefoot train ride, she’s pre-teen Hold the boombox, grab the trombone and I’ll see you on your street I want to help you out Lucky I’m not one to shout Lucky I’m the one that loves you And you can’t give in to doubt I’m 10 minutes away And I’m holding everything for you to say And I will not leave the door Unless you tell me to come over But then I’m running, and I’m never going home I’ve never felt before Like they say, constant sure Like they bastardize in movies We would pester from your floor And now I can’t take my eyes off of you I am kicking through the bleachers Give her room, she’s coming through I’m 10 minutes away And I’m holding everything for you to say And I’m waiting at the door For you to say come over Come over I’m 10 minutes away And I’m holding everything for you to say And I’m waiting at the door For you to say come over And then I’m running, and I’m never going home I’m never going home I’m never going home I’m never going home