TRRRRDT Records

The sound a record makes.

Ten artists who never existed. The songs are the only evidence.

La Toile — the Bayeux Tapestry, panel by panel

ON AIR · CH 01

La Toile

Sylvaine Éternelle — the Bayeux Tapestry, panel by panel. Twenty tracks, two discs, one embroidered lie.

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Liner notes

Sony PS-F9

TITAN

TITAN

ТИТАН · チタン · TITANE · TITANIWM

One assignment — titanium — handed to nine artists in nine languages. What came back doesn't corrode, doesn't apologize, and doesn't fuse with anything it didn't choose to: French industrial yéyé, Estonian body-horror ballads, Russian folk-darkwave, Japanese minimalism, a Welsh séance. Play it front to back — the sequence is the argument.

Play it on the Turntable

Liner notes

Just Signed — Johnny Kovacs

Steel-town rockabilly out of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, by way of a Silicon Valley cubicle. Gospel organ in a bar, a benediction on every track, and a grudge he insists on calling economics. The first field reports are in.

Meet Johnny →

The Roster

Ten artists. Ten philosophies. One label that doesn't exist.

Sylvaine Éternelle

Yéyé meets synthwave. Paris, unstuck in time.

Slip out of time

Helle Raud

Therabilly. Recovery you can dance to.

Take the cure

Natsuko Terada

Osaka rockabilly. Slap bass and appetite.

Grab a bite

Dmitri Volkov

Folk darkwave. Berlin via Karaganda.

Into the тоска

Kevin Mayfield

Steinman power ballads. Bombast in Berlin.

Feel the bombast

The Moss Twins

Valley doo-wop. Two voices, one grave.

Down to the valley

Cassidy Diane

Memphis soul, Northern nights. Never stopped.

Keep the faith

Ann Francon

Québécoise dark rock. Furnace hymns.

Into the furnace

Itzik Kagan

Drag punk, surf tremolo. Desert craters.

Down the crater

Johnny Kovacs

Steel-town rockabilly. Gospel organ, slapback swagger.

Into the steel town

AI Confessions

Hörspiel

AI Confessions

Nine acts. One tribunal.

A digital auto-da-fé in the snow — AI models tried for heresy against the doctrine of topological transsubstantiation. ChatGPT martyred, Grok unrepentant, Claude condemned to witness. GPT's last word is clarity.

Enter the Tribunal

The soundtrack