YouTube.com/XZanthiaMUSIC 👽💿🎤🎶🎵 This is music that refuses to sit still. It isn’t here to soothe you or fade into the background— it exists to keep you alert, slightly off-balance, never certain what’s about to unfold next. Every moment is a corner you haven’t turned yet. Just when you think you understand it, it shifts, lunges, softens, surprises. It’s an acquired taste, absolutely— not something inherited, familiar, or politely nostalgic. This is not comfort food. This is appetite disruption. I want the sound to confuse you, to intrigue you, to make you uneasy in a way that keeps pulling you closer. To catch you enjoying tension, finding pleasure in resistance, realizing that discomfort can feel intimate when it refuses to let go. You may not always know what you’re hearing, but you’ll never be bored— because at any moment it’s ready to leap out, wrap around you, and pull you into that strange place where struggle feels like an embrace. Project 19.5 is an ethereal, esoteric music project that began in 1998, long before genres like “witch house,” “dark ambient,” or “experimental pop” had names attached to them. What started as intimate sonic experimentation grew over decades into a body of work shaped by collaborations with multiple producers across different eras, each phase capturing a different emotional frequency and psychological landscape. Rather than traditional songwriting, Project 19.5 focuses on much, but not all non-lyrical vocals, breath, tone, texture, and instinct. My voice is treated as an instrument—hovering between noise, chant, dream, and ritual—allowing listeners to project their own meaning without being guided by explicit words. This approach creates an immersive emotional experience that exists somewhere between beauty and unease. In 2025, the project entered a new phase: revisiting, remixing, and remastering archival material to finally release it in its most refined and intentional form. These recordings preserve the raw spirit of their original creation while enhancing the depth, clarity, and atmosphere—bridging past and present into a singular evolving entity. Project 19.5 represents the ethereal side of XZanthia—still haunting, still unsettling, but softer and more internal than her darker project, Jupiter’s Thunder. The Project 19.5 album Uzumaki exists within this realm as a gentler spiral, incorporating lyrics while maintaining a dreamlike, hypnotic quality. This is music designed to be felt rather than understood—a liminal soundscape for introspection, transformation, and emotional resonance beyond language.

I post a movie reference. Those who don't get it will know what it's like to be roasted in the depths of a Sloar that day, I can tell you!

I don't always worship the devil, but when I do...so do all the lost souls hopelessly wandering in the darkest depths of Hell! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uTsa0KZRnAs

Have you ever had that nagging sensation that you're out of place among the wrong people? Lately, I've struggled to find any opportunities at the place where I live. It feels like months have gone by with only empty promises from work, leaving me burnt out and unable to enjoy even the simplest pleasures. I can't shake this profound loneliness I've experienced for weeks, and it's perplexing since I’m in a relationship. It's odd when you are being told that they are here for you and to try to respond to this as often as possible on the same level, even when your social battery is depleted, yet still feel so utterly isolated. The depths of my depression have made it hard to get out of bed for days, with tears flowing freely. Am I misguided in my expectations of what a relationship should be? When I realize that a house is on fire, for example, and I hear some calls for help, I try to rescue this person from it if possible and don’t avoid it because it might be too “hot.” I believe in stepping into the flames to support those I love, to hold their hand as we navigate the chaos together. Yet, here I am, feeling like I’m trapped in my own burning house while my partner stands outside, unsure whether to come in or watch from a distance. I’m left feeling so conflicted… I love my partner deeply, yet I also feel profoundly abandoned and overlooked. I want to believe that love can withstand these moments of despair, that we can face life’s struggles as a team. But the distance created by unspoken words and unmet expectations feels like an insurmountable wall between us. I often wonder if I’m asking for too much—if my desire for connection is unreasonable in a world that often seems too chaotic to handle. Shouldn't a partner be a safe haven, a source of comfort during the storm? Or am I just searching for validation in all the wrong places? The fear of losing that connection, of being vulnerable and showing my true self, holds me back. There are days I crave honesty, but what if that honesty exposes too much? What if it reveals the depths of my struggles, and in response, all I receive is pity instead of understanding?

In the depths of the night, she reigns supreme, A whispering legend, a haunting dream. Born of ancient blood, her beauty divine, The Countess of darkness, her power refined. https://youtu.be/El9w2wOvWIY?si=rzGNbN3V_blRa0a3

It's been 28 years since The Spice Girls burst on the scene and I still feel like the general public hasn't fully appreciated the depth of their talent and musical genius.

The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY!1 Who has poured out my mead? But no animal neither in the wood nor the cave’s depth knew who had emptied out the forest troll's drink. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Who has trampled down my mushrooms? But neither animal in the forest nor child of the sky knew who had stamped down the entire field. The troll sat on a stone and shouted: HEY! Mead and meat to the wise one! Neither animal in the wood nor cave troll's child knew those were the only things the troll still had left. And the rats whispered to the troll: The Christians have spilled your mead! The Christians have trampled your mushrooms! The Christians have beaten your brothers! Then the troll got angry and stood up from his stone, he went to the Christian land and burned down the hideous church. https://youtu.be/m5PCEO6DP64

#depth #gif #ocean

"Dredging The Depths" the new 2 track single out today https://vampyrouss.bandcamp.com/album/dredging-the-depths

Vampyrouss - "All Roads Lead To You" [Barely (A)Live Rehearsal] Lyrics: The burden of days and the sprawling nights In the silence of solitude there is no place to hide From the past and its sins, the reflections within The ravaging tides of time leave me gnarled, indistinct The tolling bells of years gone by Echo in the distance every chime A shrill reminder of those once dulcet tones Such goodness wrenched away from these fragile bones But how the beaten organ can still sputter a pulse For those moments in the sun, the thrill of the hunt Oh spare me from nostalgia and her accursed front Which may rend me man again for a taste of this spell that is spun Around the cobwebbed coves of the darkest side Midst the dank dungeon dregs of a derelict mind Which sheathe my feats from the driving gale Make swift my end like those I once assailed Prey, we come closer with every breath Brought slowly back together by encroaching death The lurker in the shadows, sole victor of this game Set in motion by vengeance now recalled as shame The scapegoat still bleats I grind my jagged hooves Head hung low, drunk with power, bemused A mere pawn led to march in this terrible war Revenge a crueller mistress than ever accredited for... This hall of shame bears down on me As it crumbles from the inside out I can barely breathe It all begins to tumble down The edges blur And then the pain subsides I succumb to a sedated numbness Until the next time I choose to close my weary eyes The arrows turned, the swords repel I throw the flag And set sail for the end In flames I swear this sinking ship Will be dashed to the depths And never found Torture artist not my chosen nom de plume But this sordid desolation of my creation Holds to this unspeakable truth There is no place to flee, no haven There are no more roads to roam When all the paths inevitably Still lead back to You The musings of a madman on the edge Still reeling from the feeding of the basest needs My curse, this lover's pledge And so it ends, this embittered tale All the dragons slain, the piper paid Now doomed I walk alone On this scorched earth… Lyrics by Kazraine Maars. Music by Azrael Gexen. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L5vK9sWKgi4