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MAD SCIENTIST`S GAMES

GAMEDEV STUDIO

Madness is in our blood…

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MAD SCIENTIST`S GAMES

GAMEDEV STUDIO

Madness is in our blood…

MAD SCIENTIST`S GAMES

GAMEDEV STUDIO

Madness is in our blood…

TIKHIY NIK & SUNO.COM - WRYLY-CLINICAL

This website simply must have such an album! «WRYLY-CLINICAL» — is a musical session of group therapy that you never signed up for, but you’ll have to attend anyway. In this album, in collaboration with SUNO.COM neural network algorithms, I dissect the intricacies of the human psyche to the accompaniment of unbridled cabaret-punk. Here, the tragedy of a diagnosis meets the farce of everyday life. These are songs about those who see the world a bit differently — through the bars of personal experience and the prism of medical records. The album balances on the edge between madness and genius, turning internal fears into ironic anthems that make you want to either burst into dance or book an appointment.

NIKITA TIKHOMIROV

TEXT AND EDITING

SUNO.COM

PERFORMED BY

RUSSIAN CABARET PUNK

STYLE

TAMER OF MADNESS

An ironic anthem of a psychiatrist, for whom someone else’s madness is just a daily work routine and a «commonplace motif.» A song about the thin line between medical duty and complete immersion into collective psychosis, where prescriptions fly like snowflakes, and hallucinatory hedgehogs become full-fledged participants of the appointment.

SPRING MADNESS

A mad spring cruise along the railroads of the subconscious, where instead of a ticket there’s a handful of pills, and in the luggage — accumulated neuroses. A manifesto song about how cozy home anxiety turns into a loud punk carnival to the whistle of a departing «mind.»

FRIDAY LOOP

An uncompromising ode to the morning-after defeat, where the clinking of empty bottles rings louder than common sense. A confessional anthem about the endless Friday loop — a vicious cycle of Friday rock-n-roll and Saturday devastation, where the price of a good time hits like a freight train, and vows of sobriety crumble into dust at the first sign of a Friday sunset.