LHT - Covermix tracks

Dual kits slam out a tom heavy march at 150, one dry and close, the other slightly roomier and filtered like an old field recording, A nervy breakbeat is tucked underneath, sliced into stutters that keep the pulse twitching, Open tuned acoustic batters the main riff in steady downstrokes, doubled by a filthy electric that glitches in and out like a faulty PA, Thick synth bass swells between notes, dark pads hovering just out of key, Gang vocals answer a single distorted lead, all feeding into a coda where tempo halves, Mellotron choir and toms circling like a fading bonfire

Minimal art-pop with an asymmetrical, bouncing rhythm, Percussive claps and soft electronic hits create a nervous, kinetic groove, Sparse synth motifs repeat and mutate, building tension through repetition rather than volume, Vocals glide lightly over the rhythm, flirtatious and evasive, never fully resolving melodically, The song feels playful, stylish, and elusive—motion without destination

A slow 92 BPM hymn trapped inside industrial pop, Lead vocal is weary and honest, with long pauses where the track “answers” using tuned noise and feedback, Harmonies arrive as a choir built from whispered vowels, time stretched into chords, so it sounds sacred and sinister at once, Drums are soft but heavy, kick like a heartbeat under stress, snares made from finger snaps and tiny distortions, Each chorus is the same melody, but the vocal timbre changes, clean to rasp to distant radio, as if identity is being negotiated, The bridge is near silence, just a trembling drone and one line spoken plainly, then the final chorus returns brighter but thinner, like faith held up to harsh light, [Is_Max_Mode: Max] (Max) [Quality: Max] (Max) [Realism: Max] (Max) [Real_Instruments: Max] (Max) [Dynamics: Wide] (Wide)

Indie hypnotic/ groove → dance-punk Dynamic loud–quiet contrast with chunky power-chord chugs, evolving to obsessive grinding riff, then a bass-forward, thrashy sections that hits like a basement PA system, Tempo
110 - 120 BPM (do not exceed this)
Recorded in a bedroom, 2am Drums: Straight 4/4 motorik foundation, Loose + forceful drums that can lurch, break, and surge, Bass Muted two-note ostinato insistent - shifts into driving punk for love hate sections Vocals: Delivery reflects changes in lyrics * Spoken-sung verses: observational, close-mic’d, clear consonants, rhythm-locked, imperfect, emotional, breath, hesitation, slight destabilisation * Soul: dark soul + mournful very quiet * Shouted: disciplined, dry * Broadcast: cold + distant, glitch, old radio crackle, clipped tones (shipping forecast), hum Guitars: Short stabs and clipped funk-adjacent attacks, Desynchronised fragments used to signal change Harmony: Minimal movement, Cyclic, Tension maintained even at peak density

Hybrid art-pop alt metal around 120 BPM in a minor centre, Orchestral timpani drive a four-on-the-floor pulse with dry shakers and a bouncing sampled riff looping like a mantra, Verses are stop-start, palm-muted guitar stabs and locked bass and kick, edited in jump-cuts, Vocals stay close and dynamic, shifting from intimate phrasing to rapid bursts, Choruses flip into sustained chords and stacked, hymn-like harmonies, A stripped prayer bridge drops to timpani, bass and voice, then the full band slams back in, mix mid-forward, low end controlled, transients sharp and contrast preserved, [Is_Max_Mode: Max] (Max) [Quality: Max] (Max) [Realism: Max] (Max) [Real_Instruments: Max] (Max) [Dynamics: Wide] (Wide)

Genre: Dark alternative math rock with electronic horror elements, blending haunting indie pop introspection, experimental art rock surrealism, and industrial electronic intensity, Uses binaural and stereoscopic effects to build unease, Music Cue: Eerie, building tension; start minimal acoustic guitar whispers, escalate to synth waves, heavy bass drops in chorus, distorted guitars in bridge, Tempo 98-140 BPM, minor + major keys for dissonance, Mood: Psychological paranoia, identity crisis, haunting introspection, escalating dread and duality, Instruments: Female ethereal vocals with whispers/echoes, reversed piano, fiddle, pulsing synths, deep bass, glitchy electronics, reverb-heavy drums, mirror-like and crystalline sound effects (reflections, shatters, square-wave distortions), Add choral backups in build-up

[velvet choir over rusted riffs] Start with a soft choir pad, multi-tracked voices in close harmony, dry enough to feel human, not cathedral, A slow bassline enters, then guitars arrive like heavy curtains, fuzzed but controlled, The lead vocal is half sung, half spoken, conversational, with sudden leaps into plaintive high notes, like a sermon interrupted by memory, In the middle, let the choir sing short, repeated syllables as a rhythmic engine, while the drummer pushes into a gritty swing, The final chorus layers everything, then cuts the band, leaving only voices and the faint squeak of guitar strings settling

Industrial Synthpop / Dark Synth Mood: Sleek, pulsing, emotive yet detached Deep analog basslines, metallic percussion, shimmering arpeggios, lush pads, Build to an explosive chorus with layered synth leads and a driving 4/4 kick, Minor key (A minor or D minor), Dynamics: Start minimal and icy, then bloom into a cathartic synth-driven anthem by the chorus, Keep the tension between numbness and defiance throughout, Vocals: Male, urgent, expressive; alternating between cold half-whispers and soaring melodic intensity, Occasional robotic harmonies and vocoder layers

Start with a gentle acoustic pattern, then let it trip over itself, irregular strums and sudden pauses like a thought that cannot settle, The lead vocal is raw and bright, half sung, half spoken, with a stubborn little wobble that feels human and unpolished, When the refrain hits, the voice splits into doubled takes that argue in the stereo field, one confident, one doubtful, Bass and drums stay small-room and dry, while a distant chorus answers like a crowd that cannot decide whether to invite you in, Finish with a single line repeated, each time quieter, as if being put back in the box

A wild, head-nodding hip hop opus fusing aggressive chopper flow with glitchy percussion, gritty 808s, booming distorted bass, Sharabi Drum & Bass surge, Fudu Jazz licks, and Ghaint Choir accents, Jazz-inspired keys and abrasive orchestral hits collide with vinyl crackle, record scratches, and avant-garde sound design, Rapid fire, highly technical raps trade off with experimental breakdowns and dubstep-infused drops, propelling an underground, rebellious energy throughout

110 BPM cyberpunk breakbeat with horror-pop hooks, Start with a clean two-note synth line, clinical and bright, then infect it with glitches that smear into tiny screams, Snare is a slammed locker plus a clipped clap, tight and dry, Bass is a rubbery reese that growls like machinery chewing metal, Bridge strips to a heart-monitor beep and a brittle guitar harmonic, then a chopped vocal chant enters, half human, half vocoder, Final chorus detonates in distorted glitter, then hard-stops like a lens cap snapping shut

Initiate at 64 bpm in Drop A tuning with 6/4 doom swing for verses, Guitars unleash ultra-low palm-mute chugs in the pattern (0-0-0--0---0-0), enveloped in thick fuzz distortion plus a subtle octave pedal for subterranean depth, Rhythm anchors with isolated heartbeat kick solely on beats 1 and 3, eschewing snare to amplify emptiness, Sustain a cello drone on root C via bow tremolo, evoking spectral unease, Vocals manifest as dry, intimate whisper captured close-mic without any reverb, stripping to raw desolation, Pre-chorus builds: legato string section enters in low cluster harmony (C–D♭–E♭) to ratchet tension, Distant male choir layers wordless open fifths, panned wide for immersive spatial dread, with a gradual rising dynamic swell heralding the impending rupture, Chorus detonates to 128 bpm in straight 4/4, propelled by relentless double-kick of full throated mum and verve, In Don Nyx Style

150 BPM in A major, rave-pop brass and agile hook vocals, Bright stabs and a bouncing bassline carry a fast, happy engine, but the odd sound effect is the star, darting between channels like a mischievous mascot, Use quick panning snaps, then longer circular sweeps so it feels like it is running laps around the listener, The lead vocal is punchy and rhythmic, delivering short lines that lock to the syncopation, with call-and-response layers answering from the sides, The breakdown turns the orbit into a slow spiral, then the drop hits with a faster, tighter spin

Gothic Trip Hop 62–66 BPM with gravity- silence and breathing space - slow delivery Long intro (30–45 seconds) Hypnotic, Atmospheric, old vinyl hiss and scratch, ritualistic, languid drum loops, and turntable effects, beneath smoky, emotional vocals, drone - slow controlled precise vocals — with soaring longing vocals, stark minimalism Intro - Long instrumental FX - Dry spoken sections - whispers Female Vocals: SXF vocals - like an old radio crooner - -close breathy mic- slow controlled delivery — Slight pause after each line - uses space and breath - glitch Echo and reverb — breathy exhales, Slippery delivery against a locked in tempo, and low dynamics contrasts with clipped precision in others Progression 1, initiation 2, confirmation 3, compulsion 4, almost obsessive / inescapable

A felt piano plays a simple four-chord cycle, steady as a theorem, Under it, a warm sub pulse rises and falls in exact ratios, like tides obeying arithmetic, Add a second melody made from the same notes, but delayed by a shifting rule, each bar the delay increases by one tick, The overlap creates flickers, harmonies that appear by accident, but are fully caused, Vocals arrive as calm, close-mic statements, doubled by a whisper that always copies, never improvises, The ending is the first loop again, unchanged, as if nothing ever had a choice

Breakbeats skitter like quick pen strokes, with snare hits as crisp as ink flicks, Sub-bass rockets in short, elastic phrases, ducking under laser zaps and arcade tom fills, A pedal steel synth lead sings the cowboy theme, bent notes drawn out like a slow wink in fast motion, Drop sections swap to half-time with heavy boots-on-metal stomps, then snap back to full sprint, The finale layers galloping guitar chugs with sparkling chiptune chords, then cuts on a hard, comic freeze-frame

String quartet, guitars in Vox AC30, James Jameson bass lines, Clear drums, Eleanor Rigby, Layered Vocals, Pet Sounds Background vocals, Psychedelic baroque style pop song

A location recorded chamber ballad in A flat major, felt around 92 BPM despite a 183 BPM grid, Soft pedal piano sets a gentle ostinato, close vocal enters with breath detail, and a small string section adds warm pads and sighing lines, Captured inside a lighthouse, the short natural reverb shapes the sound, The mix keeps vocal and piano central with strings counter placed for a mild stereo bloom, Dynamics rise by layering rather than loudness, peaking in a tender swell before easing back to hush, Quietly radiant neo-classical pop: a lull of piano and voice that blooms into a small string ensemble, recorded in a lighthouse on a wind-battered seafront, so the natural room becomes part of the instrument

Stacks of phone pings fan out in 5-against-7 loops, weaving a shimmering lattice that expands like digital birdsong, Glitched text-to-speech syllables morph into rim-shot snares, pitch-shifted until they rasp like talk-box cicadas, Underneath, a sub-bass pulse throbs in half-time, occasionally ducked by vibration-motor rumbles, Detuned banjo harmonics float above, stretched through granular delay so every twang becomes a meteor trail, At the apex, children’s-choir samples erupt in microtonal “ding-dong” chords, then everything free-falls to a single bubble-wrap pop reverberating in deep space

Alternative Rock Ballad, Alternative Pop, Deep Bass, Expressive Female Vocals, Melodic Rap, Alternative, Ballad, Electric Guitar, Electric Guitar Riffs And Solos, Piano, Instrumentation Fills Empty Spaces, Track Closes With Piano In A Minor

The track begins in near silence, a faint high hiss like photographic grain, A single wooden creak rises, built from bowed matchsticks, becoming a low drone, Tiny percussive ticks, made from fingernail taps and flint scrapes, circle the stereo field like sparks that never quite catch, A bright, filtered noise swell mimics ignition in slow motion, flaring then freezing at its peak, Piano harmonics and glassy synth tones sit in stark, monochrome intervals, all thirds shaved away, The whole soundscape is light against dark, every sound either a sharp glint or a soft, sooty shadow

128 BPM with a dusty C major verse that keeps leaning into minor corners, Start with busker percussion, foot taps, shaker, and resonator guitar, then slam in a post-punk rhythm bed, tight kick, snapping snare, and wiry guitars that sparkle but bite, Let the bass be melodic and pick-defined, carrying hooks between vocal lines, The lead vocal is warm and road-worn, yet the chorus becomes a communal shout, stacked harmonies like stadium air, still human and a bit ragged, Bridge goes to spoken intensity over one jangly chord and a rising tom pattern, Final chorus pushes harder with extra downstrokes and a quick, decisive cut to silence

A playful electro swing track kicks off with crisp brass stabs, upright bass, and syncopated jazz piano layered over a four-on-the-floor electronic beat, Female vocals glide above the groove, with intermittent horn fills and glitchy sample chops accentuating dynamic chorus drops, charming, breathy female voice, minor

Mid tempo art-pop at about 108 to 109 BPM in 4/4, centred in C minor, A LinnDrum pattern with an extra snare punch drives the track, while a Fairlight cello sample plays the iconic riff, A chord frozen into Quantec reverb forms a hovering drone bed, with subtle synth pads and brass-like chords kept behind the vocal, Balalaika adds wiry sparkle and guitar thickens the ending, The mix is mid-forward, tight and urgent, building by layering rather than chord changes

Clean, melodic guitars with a soft, nostalgic shimmer move through bittersweet chord progressions, Drums are warm and steady with a gentle sway; bass is smooth, melodic, and quietly expressive, Light keys or pads add a hazy, emotional glow beneath the instrumentation, Female Vocals sit in a contralto range but carry that feather-light, breath-soft shimmer — intimate, tender, slightly wistful, Verses feel close and conversational; choruses open into lush, floating harmonies that drift like layered sunlight, Harmonies swell around the lead vocal, creating a dreamy, weightless lift that contrasts beautifully with the deeper tonal foundation, Overall mood: warm, aching, quietly hopeful — a blend of grounded richness and airy fragility, like a seaside breeze passing through something unresolved

72 BPM doom crawl in drop C, guitars like wet concrete and a bass that lingers too long, slightly out of tune on purpose, Over it, alternative country acoustic and pedal steel try to stay polite, but keep catching on the distortion like clothes on barbed wire, Old school hip hop drums sit dry and close, kick and snare from a dusty crate, with a lazy scratch hook that repeats like a bad thought, Field recordings are symptomatic, coughing on a stairwell, pharmacy beeps, a distant ambulance, all looped into nervous fills, The mix feels incompetent in a human way, late claps, warped tape speed, then one clean chorus that briefly holds together

A symphonic descent into fury and apotheosis, blending polyrhythmic low-end guitar and orchestral motifs Key of C Major melodic metal track fused with k-pop and djent elements, evoking a dark epic of personal apocalypse: start with submerged, reverb-heavy synth pulses and gruff broken vocals belting over epic orchestral strings; transition into polyrhythmic 7-string guitar chugs in drop shimmering arpeggiated keys; erupt into djent-grade breakdowns with syncopated drums and two distinct vocalist, one rough, one melodic in reverb; until a climax in bombastic choral swells and sweeps, sax triumphs, and dual-lead polyrhythmic guitar harmonies atop K-pop-inflected melodies and drones; Rhythms alternate between hypnotic 7/8 oddities and relentless 4/4 drives, lyrics cycling through hollow introspection, rage-fueled confrontation, and shadowed sovereignty—ensure raw emotional delivery, slant-rhymed cadences, and Latin choral interludes for otherworldly grandeur; In Don Nyx Style

Haunting Bristol trip hop with spy-noir overtones, The whole track feels like a lost Bond cue chopped for a late night hip hop record, melancholy but quietly menacing, Critics repeatedly describe it as downbeat, moody and filmic, with widescreen “widescreen meanderings” and Twin Peaks or spy soundtrack associations

A minor leaning, mid tempo hybrid where timpani replace the usual kick, hammering a four on the floor while shakers stay dry and close, The bouncing sample becomes the main riff, doubled by chorus smeared bass and thick guitars, so pop loop and sludge hook feel like one organism, Verses roll with tight, controlled lows and intimate vocals, then choruses widen into slightly dissonant stacked harmonies as roomy toms and snare hits bloom around the timpani grid, Production stays mid forward and percussive, short ambience, sharp transients, ending on a heavy, decisive drop

Genre: Hopeful Anthemic Pop-Rock – A Blend Of Modern Pop-Rock, Soft Rock, And Space-Pop With Ambient Dance Influences, Tempo: 100Bpm, Instrumentation: Features Warm, Shimmering Synth Pads With Spacious Reverb, A Central Lush Piano, And Subtle Electronic Textures, Drums Are Soft But Steady, With Light Cymbal Work, Building Gradually To Anthemic Moments, Vocal Style: Male Vocals That Transition From Tender Whispers To Soaring, Hopeful Climaxes With Falsetto Lifts, Restrict High Pitched Vocals, They Cannot Go To High, Calm Voice, No Screaming, Gradual Build On Emotionality, Breathy Voice, Production: The Sound Should Be Both Intimate And Stadium-Ready, With A Polished Production That Has An Emotional Core, Lyrical Tone: Melancholic Yet Gently Optimistic, Using Vivid Imagery To Balance Vulnerability With Quiet Strength

Cold open, a TARDIS hum filtered into sub, then a grime riddim lands at 132 BPM with glitch hats and rubbery bass, Clean guitars shimmer with chorus, but every fourth bar a modern metal riff slams in, palm muted and brutal, leaving air between hits, The MC rides the gaps, close and sharp, while a gang answers like a club crowd, Bridge turns into time travel, tape stop drops, reversed cymbals, and a lead synth quoting a bright sci fi motif in odd metres, Final chorus goes full alt rock lift with wide harmonies, then collapses back to the hum and a single ticking hi-hat fading down a corridor

K-POP-influenced electro pop song at 84 BPM in 12/8, opening with a catchy, high-register synth motif and bright female vocal hook, Snappy, dance-pop drums and tight bass drive a bouncy triplet groove, Short verse with flowing lines, transitioning to a pre-chorus of crisp quarter-note phrases, Chorus bursts with energetic eighth-note triplets, wide stereo synths, and stacked harmonies for maximum impact, The memorable chorus melody reappears before and after, ensuring instant recall, Mix is clean, modern, and vocal-forward, maintaining a confident, upbeat energy throughout 2 minutes

A fast, ritualistic march at around 150 BPM where dual tom heavy drum kits lock to a nervy, chopped breakbeat, An open tuned acoustic guitar hammers out the central chant riff, doubled by distorted electric and filtered through sweeps and stutters so it feels both tribal and mechanical, Thick synth bass pulses and dark pads blur major and minor, lifting into bright key changes as massed gang vocals answer a single, heavily treated lead, Handclaps widen the stereo field, reverbs stay short on drums for punch but smear around the voices and synth FX, In the coda the groove drops to half time, toms and a Mellotron like choir circling in a hazy loop that slowly disintegrates

High-energy dark-comedy alt pop trap with glitch-horror texture, Crisp female lead with manic playful delivery, subtle unhinged laughs, whispered asides, and psychotic comedic timing, Fourth-wall meta tone, Punchy trap drums, distorted 808s, glitch stutters, corrupted vocal FX, reversed risers, digital groans, UI-error sweeps, heartbeat sub pulses, metallic hits, and warped echoes, Add horror-comedy whispers, eerie giggles, and occasional digital meltdown moments, Keep the hook huge, catchy, chaotic, and theatrical, Bright top-end, tuned harmonies, aggressive compression, wide stereo smear, bouncy tempo, No narrative reading, Only sing the provided lyrics

Distant street bells and winter footsteps blur into a soft ambient wash, then resolve into a pulsing drone that feels like blood behind an eyelid, Plucked piano strings sparkle in clusters, each ring panning upward like star decorations along invisible branches, A brushed snare whispers in slow heartbeats, while a warm bass note glows at the centre like the pupil, Occasional knocks and window rattles remind you of the vintage frame, The whole soundscape sways gently, as if the wall and tree are floating together

A sci-fi horror track opens with deep sub-bass and raspy metallic drones, punctuated by echoing clangs and whirring servo sounds, Sputtering glitch effects and granular synth layers suggest scanning eyes, while sharp, syncopated synth stabs mimic beams of light, Pulsing industrial percussion, interwoven with bursts of white noise, ike hissing steam, builds tension, The chorus swells with haunting choirs and arpeggiated synth sequences, evoking the awe of a vast mechanical cathedral, before collapsing back into sinister mechanical ambience and pulsing drones, always driven by relentless rhythms and electronic textures

Acid-funk bass melts beneath fluorescent pads while glitch percussion flickers like cracked prophecy tablets, Industrial kicks detonate; guitars surge in jagged cages, then vanish, leaving vacuum pauses you can taste, Through the holes, a narrator intones Plato’s cave, instantly mocked by Nietzsche’s laughter reversed in reverb, A modular lead flares like solar fire, branding harmonics across the sky before a static choir returns, chanting pentameter, The track subsides to a lone bass pulse foretelling inevitable collapse

Intimate, wounded electro-pop with echoing minimalist synths, pulsing like a heartbeat, Slow-burning, emotionally raw female vocal—fragile but defiant, Think whispered confession over a lonely, late-night beat, Build tension through repetition, Echo effects on the word “touch” to evoke longing and distance, Keep the verses spoken-sung, conversational, with a quiet ache that breaks into melodic pleading on the chorus, Vocal delivery should sound like someone asking the same question over and over, knowing the answer won’t change, Vulnerable, hypnotic, a little haunted—like she’s not sure if she’s trying to reach the person, or remember them, Hypnotic beats

Sparse and Intimate: The core of the song would be built on a single, simple instrument, a soft, sparse piano melody, The sound would be close-miked and raw, creating the feeling that the instrument is being played right in the room with the listener, Conversational and Close: The vocals would sound very close-miked, with the sound of inhales and the slight imperfections of the voice audible, reinforcing the sense of an intimate confession, The sound would be lo-fi and unpolished, prioritizing raw emotion and lyrical clarity over production value, No Percussion: There would be a complete absence of drums or percussion, which would emphasize the non-linear, contemplative nature of the song, making it feel timeless and internal

Sparse and Intimate: The core of the song would be built on a single, simple instrument, a soft, sparse piano melody, The sound would be close-miked and raw, creating the feeling that the instrument is being played right in the room with the listener

Cyberpunk Gospel, Dark Ethereal Synthwave, Glitch Electronica, Cinematic, Gregorian Chant influence, Haunting female vocals, Industrial beats mixed with soaring choir pads, Intense and atmospheric

An old harmonium sighs out slow chords, breathy and warm, as a subtle synth pad colours everything in amber, High piano harmonics tint the top end, clustered in shapes that trace the outline of the tree eye, In the mid field, faint field recordings of wind and distant traffic smear into a gentle hiss, suggesting the world beyond the window, A bowed guitar adds glassy swells that come and go like reflections on the pane, By the end only a single sustained note remains, fading into wood dust

The track fuses chill dubstep, dark pop, and electro pop with horror swing and deep bass under eerie melodies, Reggae undertones and dark jazz licks pulse beneath gritty underground and punjabi hip hop, desi trap, and folk fusion, Heavy 808s, tumbi riffs, orchestral hits, distorted bass, vinyl crackle, and record scratches layer over glitchy percussion, Energetic hooks drive anthemic choruses, while rapid-fire chopper flow, boom bap grooves, commanding technical rap, and urban folk elements keep the energy aggressive and avant garde

A siren like feedback swell cues a lurching mid tempo stomp, toms pounding a tribal figure before the band explodes into a razor fast gallop, One guitar sticks to precise, scooped thrash riffs, while the other drags dirty open chords and slides that feel half improvised, The verse sits on a tight, almost spoken vocal, then the pre chorus opens to a hoarse sing along, The chorus is pure catharsis, octave leads cutting through a wall of fuzz, Production keeps drums dry and forward, as if you are standing in the rehearsal room while the walls shake