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Ashfall Institute — Club Indigo

The
Back Room

Experimental and avant garde composition.

Structures built to withhold resolution. Nothing here arrives.

Ashfall Institute — The Back Room

Pieces

Composition by P. A. Moore.
All songs here are P. A. Moore’s original lyrics and melodies, rendered with Suno from her own vocal samples. Not produced in a studio.

  1. 01

    Ego Eimi

    Instrumental. A continuous rising Shepard drone beneath the whole composition, never stopping and never resolving. Octave suspensions with slight pitch drift over it — no scale, no tonal center. Percussion placed off‑grid in free time. Rubato throughout.

  2. 02

    Disorder

    Experimental rock suite, erratic and fractured. Mixed 6/8 and 9/8. Tritone riffs, gated snares with reverse tails, saxophone multiphonics and shrieks over sub‑bass drones tuned to D and A. Intensity sustained throughout, no relief. A final gated snare ends the piece abruptly.

  3. 03

    Goddess

    Math‑rock in D minor at 180 BPM, 17/8 grouped 5+5+7. Two‑handed tapping in wide stereo, overblown electric flute and Putatara motifs, metric modulation across odd‑grouped fills. Presto agitato — angular riffs, sudden stops, explosive accents.

  4. 04

    Constellation

    D Dorian in 17/16, subdivided 3+3+3+3+3+2, with the echo synced to the meter. Nylon string as the primary engine — rapid arpeggios, two‑hand tapping, rasgueado accents. Bass flute counter‑melody, crystalline xylophone, restless polyrhythmic tom work. Cinematic math‑rock, futurist noir.

  5. 05

    Peckers

    15/8, presto agitato. A surreal barnyard performed by cosmic chickens — detuned steel guitar, formant‑shifted rooster synths, D‑Phrygian colors and unsettling shifts. Nothing smooth: everything jittery, ritualistic, slightly wrong. Comedic in a dark and uncanny register.

  6. 06

    Tau

    24/16. Circles completing and respawning exponentially, each birth marked by accelerating gated snares, deep toms and resonant sub‑kicks. Spiral panning throws every strike upward into a dome of echoes. Recursive structure — each cycle doubles in intensity, the tempo subtly accelerating.

“I am,” asserted continuously, from no fixed position.

The Back Room