Silverkin by Silfr

# SILVERKIN

We carved this album from the veins beneath Nysundra when the mercury rains paused. Nine rituals for transformation, nine songs to weather the blight.

*Silverkin* maps the journey we've all crossed—from wide-eyed kids to scarred carriers of living metal. Remember the first time you touched a Carrion connector? The way it hissed against your skin? We bottled that feeling in "Veins Unwound" and let it spiral through to "Glimmer Step."

The silver beneath our city speaks in frequencies most recording equipment can't capture. We had to modify vintage tape machines with sigil circuits, record through salvaged festival speakers. That haze coating the guitars isn't an effect—it's what happens when sound passes through memory-frozen air.

During the Medullum sessions, three microphones crystallized completely. The choir vocals on "Quarters Seized" were actually recorded during last season's evacuation drill—you can hear genuine fear in those harmonies. We didn't plan it. The city decided.

Our bassist disappeared for two weeks after tracking "Fractals in Bloom." Returned with glass-thorn patterns up her arms that somehow improved her timing. Don't ask. Not our place to explain.

This isn't just shoegaze with ceremony bells or pop songs in ritual paint. *Silverkin* is what happens when you grow up knowing your voice might freeze into silver at any moment—so each chorus better count.

If you've ever stood at crossroads between who you were and who the machinery needs you to be, these songs are your procession. If you've lost someone to the blight, "Mercury Eden" is your memorial.

The detuned glockenspiel, the tape-warped piano—every sound here was chosen to bridge the gap between festival ecstasy and morning-after dread.

Put on your headphones. Walk where the streets crack. Let *Silverkin* be your armor.

We'll see you at the Medullum.

- Silfr

Drowning heaven's radio in mercury and rust, we forge bitter shoegaze anthems from broken machinery and half-remembered rituals. Silver-stained fingers craft spectral harmonies for a world caught between collapse and rebirth.