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.

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This weekend, I tried my hand at baking with rye flour for the first time. I usually stick to wheat, spelt, or mixed grain breads, but this time I was determined to bake a pure rye loaf. For context, rye is a bit special. You can't just use a good yeast and be done with it. Instead, it's a process that requires cultivating a sourdough starter and carefully controlling the dough's resting time; otherwise, the bread won't be digestible. The conditions were finally right, so I made time for it... and the result is fantastic (unfortunately, I have no pictures). In my opinion, it's the best-tasting bread I've baked so far. The texture and the slightly sour aftertaste are perfect. Baking bread has truly become a passion of mine 😅

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Here comes paranoia knocking on my door, Here comes fear, entering in to explore. Here comes decay, following slow and grim, Next is death, walking hand in hand with him. An angel approaches, a light so bright, "Walk to the light," is it another life, or eternal night? Decaying like a mushroom, as time takes its toll, Bodies lifted to heaven, ascending to a higher role.

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells, Cruelty smiles, negativity tells. Demons trail, a haunting plight, Trying to halt my inner light. Everywhere, their presence sneers, In screens and faces, fueling fears. Monsters lurk, in corners creep, Laughing softly, beneath my sleep. Yet, I fight, with courage bright, Seeking solace, in endless night. I call to God, with fervent plea, Chase them back to hell, and set me free. A God-fearing soul, I yearn to find, Peace in heart, and peace in mind.

Patriotic Goth Music from Austria https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8fIj3u21n4 Our landscape raped by different armies Soldiers, slaves who have no faces Control our ways and lives completely Our minds are torn, time left its traces Controlled by TV screens and letters That point out assimilation To trends and movements from outside Fall victim to this infiltration Everybody's just consuming What the media's dictating And they all have just forgot The joy that is to creating Here in the heart of Europe No one stands up proud no more Here in the heart of Europe Our culture is a dying whore No room for individuality Grey masses who think one way only Move like robots through the streets In our thinking we stand lonely Once a land of art and culture Now slave to streams from outside Our nations culture, doomed and dying Like a candle's fading light