about this album

When a friend of Empty Space bought an abandoned '90s Mercedes, they discovered a mysterious cardboard box in the trunk filled with obscure classic movie posters, charred script pages, and a cassette labeled "Original Soundtrack." Upon playing the tape, the room erupted into chaos: hypnotic beats sparked wild dancing, freestyle battles, and even backflips as everyone collectively hallucinated the same unrealized film.

Research revealed the car’s previous owner was "Silverfist" Lemaire, a local underworld figure and failed boxing legend who dreamed of Hollywood fame. He’d self-produced this soundtrack on a 4-track recorder, calling it "the heart of the movie," before fleeing town. The box was all that remained of his unmade masterpiece.

What washed up in our hands is more than just music, it's a portal to a film that only ever flickered to life in one man's imagination. The reels never turned, the cameras never rolled, but the soul of that unrealized vision pulses through these tracks. Now it's your turn to direct the movie in your mind, guided by this rough-cut symphony of what might have been.

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