The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[Verse 1] The sky is drizzly, a wash of muted grey, where a lone bilby ducks beneath the brush. I’m feeling dizzy, watching the Byrd fly away, while Libby and Lizzy speak in a hushed, drily whispered rush. [Verse 2] Ibby and Izzy sit idly by the bird, Bil counts the bibles, drums by the lib wall. A bib for the baby, a bid for the word, Mind the biz, feel the bri, watch the debble fall— A dirge for...

The Class Of 74 by Matt Love

[Verse 1] Hatred’s tongue doth speak in envy and in woe, ’Tis not alone this selfsame bitter draught; Six and thirty years since the Great Seal’s ebb and flow, For thus a man’s own honor by his ill is caught. [Chorus] I hear the strife that must needs depart and flee, Six sacred heralds of the prophets’ ancient lore; Beneath the snowy mantle of most cunning sophistry, The Alchemist’s Rose doth blo...

Trente et six ans après la perte du grand maître, pour venger les six messages des fidèles, par la rose de la croix secrète, se réunir au temple de la lumière, sous le blanc manteau de la ruse, et conquérir la carte du monde. Haine dient enviz et grief, N'est mie soul ce meïsme, car tel dist s'onnor et son mal. J'oi l'estrif qui deust partir. Cil qui perçoivent la mer, il ont chascun leur vie perd...

Journey To The West by Matt Love

[Intro] Check the tempo, feel the air Christmas magic everywhere. Let's go! One, two, three, four [Verse 1] Winter is moving with a bright, steady hum The stores are all crowded as the shoppers all come I’m weaving through aisles with my cart piled high Checking the list as the hours fly by Radios are playing all my favorite tunes I’m humming along all afternoon I’m thinking of the office party to...

Golden leaves whisper Falling slow in the soft rain Dusty road holds us Walking slow in the late sun Same old tune looping Round and round like an echo Lost in summer sound Rain runs down the glass Like the tears upon my face I am watching them grow cold Lonely seagull cries High and thin in the grey sky He is lonely too But then I think of your hand Mist rises from the grass Shadows long and sudd...

[Chorus] Snow is falling very quiet on the asphalt. My feet are having a heavy discussion with the ground. The same song is repeating. I ask the clock, please. The days I cannot keep are stuck inside its glass belly. It will not give them back. It only knows how to digest. [Post-Chorus] La la la… Soft like a falling leaf. La la la… Where do the lost dreams weave? Do they have a basket? A small, in...

Green Gamelan is an instrumental meditation for gamelan ensemble and classical guitar. Interlocking metallophone patterns shimmer beneath the warmth of nylon strings, blending Southeast Asian rhythmic cycles with intimate Western harmonic color. The piece unfolds slowly and atmospherically, balancing ritual pulse with melodic restraint—an ocean of bronze and wood, echoing in green light.

So close your eyes, as the world fades away In this lo-fi dream, forever we'll stay When the city sleeps, and the stars align I hope my melodies find you, like old vines that bind Just lean into the rhythm, let it drift you away In this gentle embrace, we’ll find our way In the still of the night, the world starts to breathe With each note that cascades, we find what we need A melody drifts like t...

“Polychrome” lives in shifting light. Built on a warm Rhodes electric piano pulse and a fluid bass groove, the track leans forward without ever rushing. Intricate percussion flickers like scattered color, pointillist and precise, yet organic. The melody is melodic but slightly off-axis, avant-garde in contour yet emotionally direct. “Polychrome” doesn’t tell a story in words. It paints one in text...

This track is built on interlocking layers and odd-meter rhythms. Much like the fractal patterns in the artwork, the melody starts simple and divides into increasingly complex sub-structures. I wanted to capture the tension between the cold precision of geometry and the warmth of a sunset. Expect shifting polyrhythms and a "mathematical" groove that never quite sits still.

A study in structure and building blocks. This one started with a single looped phrase and just kept climbing. I wanted to capture that feeling of a skeleton taking shape—the raw framework before everything gets polished away.

Per vicos curre ubi vitrum aestatem abiisse ostendit In liminibus senesce, cursum aurorae detestans Omnes in ordine stantes Omnes tempus exspectantes Ex tempore, medico magno Messias machinae nascitur. Funes qui vitam ad urbes quas struimus ferunt Fila quae lūcis adamantes molis satanicis nectunt Ah, ut omni modo videamus Quod cotidie id sentimus, et scimus Fortasse mutabimur Occasione oblata Ut t...

(The Stillness) From the grey pine bark, a small stripe watches the yard. Below, a great breath moves the slow ocean of fur. Brown eyes are fixed on a point. (The Calculation) The dog is a mountain that has forgotten how to move. One ear is a leaf caught in a private, soft wind tracing a scent-map upward. (The Declaration) The stripe believes it is part of the tree’s thinking. A flick of a tail wr...

The Road Rises by Matt Love

Velvet Dusk by The Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

Take A Break by Matt Love

Chromatic Tension by Matt Love

Travelin' by the Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

In The Shadows by The Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

Lost In A Melody by The Lori Yamamoto Small Band by Matt Love

Let's make some fast acid! Synthesize the sleigh bells with a 909 kick! Check the scope! Yeah! Check the scope! Random notes! For the naughty and the nice Subtract one octave! Descending through the chimney like a C-minor vice! Sawtooth wave! 200 Hertz! Increase the resonance until it hurts! Put the holiday in an envelope for two! It’s a pulverized Christmas for me and you! Let's duck it! Let's ma...

[Verse 1] High noon on a white sand beach A massive guy wants a snack in reach (‘Cause he’s seven-foot-three!) To the tourist in the floral shirt, it’s just a peach He don’t know, it’s a mango He lives in Maine Not Moorea or Fiji or Rarotonga A crab on the reef, and a pig in the pit (Dig it up, dig it up!) A toddler in the surf doing a backflip hit (How’s he gonna get fit? He's already a giant!) B...

Electric Waves by Blunt Paradox by Matt Love