Yo Chooms!
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Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday @distortiondoll 2x durchgehört jetzt. 10/10.
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@revengeday @distortiondoll 2x durchgehört jetzt. 10/10.
@gillyberlin @distortiondoll Haaa, yeah
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Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday @distortiondoll OOOOH HYPE! I already loved Keygen, so I'm excited what you have been cooking!
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@revengeday @distortiondoll OOOOH HYPE! I already loved Keygen, so I'm excited what you have been cooking!
@breuxi @distortiondoll We cooked good stuff there ;D
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Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday @distortiondoll No lie, this album is sick! This is exactly the vibe I needed today and hot damn, I am in love.
And I know you dumped out those codes, but not today. Y'all getting my hopes and dreams up.
When I was in high school working my first job, every Friday was payday, and every Friday, I was at the local Camelot Music, Tower Records, Record & Tape Traders, or The Record Exchange to snag new music.
I don't know what
s cost these days, but 
15 seems like a good solid number! And it's Bandcamp Friday, which just makes it even better! -
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Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday @distortiondoll if bandcamp would finally let me
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@revengeday @distortiondoll if bandcamp would finally let me
>Diese Transaktion kann nicht verarbeitet werden. Bitte aktualisiere hier deine Kartendetails oder nutze PayPal, um deinen Kauf -
Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday@corteximplant.com @distortiondoll@corteximplant.com Too many cool songs/creators and not enough money
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@revengeday@corteximplant.com @distortiondoll@corteximplant.com Too many cool songs/creators and not enough money
@szkodnix @distortiondoll Pssssst, choom. With the voucher "cyber" you get 90% off everything on my Bandcamp page, so you can get the entire discography for under 5 euros ;D
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Yo Chooms!
After a long time, we're finally done!
@distortiondoll and I finally release our album DREAMY2K!
https://revengeday.bandcamp.com/album/dreamy2k-lp[DREAMY2K]
You don't fall asleep.
You get logged in.Somewhere between 1995 and 2006, a server was never properly shut down.
A forgotten bedroom computer, overheated, tangled with modem noises, Limewire fragments, forum avatars, and MP3s at 128 kbps.
The moment you close your eyes, your brain synchronizes with this old system.
You find yourself in a room that looks like your teenage bedroom—but only as you misremember it.
Too many shadows.
Too much purple.
The CRT monitors breathe.
The fans whirr in rhythm at 170 BPM.And there they are.
Two figures.
They feel familiar.
Like old online friends whose usernames you never forgot but whose real names you never knew.
They don't quite belong here. Maybe they don't quite belong to you either.They are not people.
They are fragments of memory:The euphoria of your first homemade mixtape.
The feeling of staying up too late at night.
The secret crush on a profile picture.
The moment you realized that breakbeats were more than just music.
They run this room like a secret club.
An archive.
A refuge from the clear, sleek present.Every track on the album is an unstable data record from this server.
Some sound warm and nostalgic.
Some glitch.
Some fall apart and come back together.You don't know if you're dreaming.
Or if this is the backup of yourself.And the crazy thing?
You don't even want to wake up.
@revengeday @distortiondoll So glad I came across this! Love it, thank you!
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@revengeday @distortiondoll So glad I came across this! Love it, thank you!
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@revengeday @distortiondoll No lie, this album is sick! This is exactly the vibe I needed today and hot damn, I am in love.
And I know you dumped out those codes, but not today. Y'all getting my hopes and dreams up.
When I was in high school working my first job, every Friday was payday, and every Friday, I was at the local Camelot Music, Tower Records, Record & Tape Traders, or The Record Exchange to snag new music.
I don't know what
s cost these days, but 15 seems like a good solid number! And it's Bandcamp Friday, which just makes it even better!@ktnjared @distortiondoll let's just turn back time
