#M-Theory Audio

[slrmagazine]

Aztec Folk Metal Warriors CEMICAN Return With New Single/Music Video

Aztec Folk Metal Warriors CEMICAN Return With New Single/Music Video. #cemican @CEMICANband

The Guadalajara-based Aztec folk metal group CEMICAN – hailed by Revolver as “an ancient Mexican answer to The Hu or Heilung” – return with their first new music in 4 years. Anticipated and anxiously awaited CEMICAN return with a brand-new song “KUKULKÁN WAKAH CHAN” and its corresponding entrancing music video, directed by Jobo Panteras – watch HERE.This is the first treat from the band’s next…

[drondskaath]

Amiensus | Reclamation Part 1 | 26th April, 2024

American Progressive Black Metal

[human-antithesis]

Woe Unto Me - Along the Meandering Ordeals, Reshape the Pivot of Harmony (March 24th, 2023) Country: Belarus Genre: Funeral Doom Metal Format: FLAC

Lineup: Igor Kovalev - Clean Vocals, Keyboards Artem Serdyuk - Harsh Vocals, Guitars Dzmitry Shchyhlinski - Rhythm Guitar Ivan Skrundevskiy - Bass Pavel Shmyga - Drums Olga Apisheva - Keyboards

Miscellaneous Staff: Arkadiusz “Aro” Jablonski - Producer, Engineering, Mixing, Mastering Artem Serdyuk - Producer, Songwriting Igor Kovalev - Producer, Lyrics Lenore Ani - Artwork, Layout, Design

Label: M-Theory Audio

Tracklist:

Mired Down in the Innermost Thicket - 12:09

Spiral-Shaped Hopewreck - 12:25

Deep Beneath The Burden - 12:02

Blood-Black Nothingness Stops Spinning - 12:16

The Great Waste of Withered Pipedreams - 14:36

[lesdeuxmuses]

Immortal Guardian - Psychosomatic (M-Theory Audio, 2021)

[toxicmetalzine]

Firstborne

M-Theory Audio is pleased to announce the latest signing to the label – hard rock and heavy metal powerhouse FIRSTBORNE. Read the full story right here: https://toxicmetalzine.com/post/m-theory-audio-is-pleased-to-announce-the-latest-signing-to-the-label-hard-rock-and-heavy-metal-po

[metalhead-brainrot]

[2025.01.23] - Radio Brainrot ++Exit the Cult of the Rational.++

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melodeath || 2025 || Boston, MA || M-Theory Audio

"In 1905, French physician Dr. Jacques Beaurieux performed an experiment on prisoners condemned to die by guillotine. Immediately after his subjects were decapitated, he called out their names seeking to determine to what extent and for how long consciousness remained in their detached skulls,” explains drummer Jeff Saltzman. “In ‘Lucid Decapitation,’ we explore the horrifying prospect of being subjected to such a test, and our world’s hunger for knowledge, regardless of the cost. What does it feel like to be a head, detached from your body? Can science ever be justified in performing such grisly experiments?"

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raw black metal || 2025 || Medford, OR || Grime Stone Records

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raw ds/bm || 2025 || an orchard most foul || Grime Stone Records

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[kenpiercemedia]

Vintersea Announces "Darker Western Skies" Tour

The Press Release: VINTERSEA – whose unique fusion of majestic progressive metal, harsh blackened death and post-metal beauty draws inspiration from the darkened skies of their Pacific Northwest home – has revealed dates for their upcoming “Darker Western Skies” tour, which begins on Friday, September 24th at The X-Bar in Cupertino, CA, and runs through Sunday, October 3rd. All shows will also…

[metalhead-brainrot]

[Album of the day] Hazzerd - Delirium

Calgary, Alberta || 2020 || M-Theory Audio

[Genres] thrash metal

[FFO] MEGADETH, classic thrash

THERE IS NO PEACE IF RELIGION EXISTS

SACRIFICE THEM IN THE NAME OF GOD

YOUR IMAGINARY FRIEND IS A FRAUD

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I have no words

[nolossforwords]

The Secret History Theory: The Wasp at Bunny's Funeral

okay so when I read The Secret History for the first time, one of the images that stood out to me most was the wasp at Bunny's funeral. There's a wasp buzzing near Richard, Charles, and Camilla at the service, which Charles ends up smashing with a prayer book. Donna Tartt makes such a point of describing this moment, particular the buzzing sound of the wasp, that I felt it had to carry some significance but I was puzzled as to what. There's a line afterwards about Bunny being good at k*lling flies and bugs, but I didn't think that was just it. I had two initial theories...

This is just another moment that illustrates the characters' comfort with m*rder and violence, even with a small and relatively harmless creature (ie, the wasp poses a minute threat but not extreme and they k*ll it anyway, slightly disrupting the service).

This is a pun or a play on words with wasp/WASP - as in, wasp the insect vs the abbreviation of White Anglo Saxon Protestant, which all textual evidence seems to indicate Bunny is. They've k*lled a wasp...after just k*lling a WASP. (Hopefully it goes without saying that this observation is not an insult to anyone's religious or ethnic background - just going on the book.)

But neither of these felt as powerful as other symbols or recurring themes in the book. But then, recently, I was listening to TSH audio book, narrated by Tartt. During Richard's first few days at Hampden, he offers many lush descriptions of the college's scenery - the dorms, the students, the twilight. And suddenly I was struck by the line, "Trees creaking with apples, fallen apples red on the grass beneath, the heavy sweet smell of apples rotting on the ground and the steady thrumming of wasps around them." And then it clicked -

Richard and the Greek class are rotting. The wasp is there to show they're just like the fruit: once ripe and promising but now they're fallen, corrupted, and the consequences of their actions are destroying them like fruit rots. It's almost too fitting for the old saying about bad apples. The wasp is there as a callback and a symbol...but this time, it's moral decay to which it is drawn.

Maybe other people grasped this sooner than I did, but just wanted to share! Always love revisiting this novel and wondering what new questions and answers I'm going to stumble upon each time.

[slrmagazine]

CLAUSTROFOBIA NEW MUSIC VIDEO “UNLEECHED” OUT NOW

CLAUSTROFOBIA NEW MUSIC VIDEO “UNLEECHED” OUT NOW. #claustrofobia @metalmaloka

Having recently returned home from a dream come true tour, CLAUSTROFOBIA share a new music video filled with the intensity and performance of their live show. “Unleeched” is the title track off the Brazilian export’s latest album and watch it now “Our tour with Sepultura has significantly increased our fan base. It was a golden opportunity to show a larger number of people the true essence of…

[eldritchravens]

Welcome Home - The Homewarming Update : A compilation of the secrets I could find

⚠️SPOILERS AHEAD!⚠️

This post is simply a compilation of all the things I could find during my exploration of the website. I'm not going to delve too much into theories. Enjoy the read!

1- Statics

Every background is now filled with statics. I tried zooming out but I couldn't find anything. Not really a secret, but still interesting to note.

2- It's a dog! Oh, and a pea!

Found in the "Official Welcome Home Cook Book" in the merchandise page. I am... A little worried about Barnaby. For those who are aware, the pea is foreshadowing for a much bigger secret.

3- Audio distortion

Surprisingly, I was only able to find one instance where the audio distorts. In the "Homewarming Storybook Record", when Wally speaks here (timestamp is 18:16), the audio gets distorted. Please let me know if you found more audio glitches on the main website!

4- The page is breathing

I was able to capture something that made my skin crawl. Look very closely at this illustration. It's... breathing. I'm unsure if any other image in the website does that too. Very troubling.

5- Lost track of time

Uh-oh! Looks like our beloved writer is losing their perception of time itself. An effect of the black substance maybe? You can find this on the News page.

6- Pixels? Smudges? Oh, and a new friend!

In The Neighboorhood page, Home now has little white pixels around him? I'm unsure if this was intentional or not. Interestingly, the secret link under Home dissapeared along with every other traces of Wally.

The logo on certain pages looks... dirty? Look closely, there are brownish stains on some letters. This doesn't appear everywhere.

And! New friend! Hello new friend!

7- Symbols!

Okay, now onto the main course. Something I think we've all noticed straight away! There's a ton of tiny little doodles splattered around the website. The doodles are all named after a letter. Here is every letter translated from their respective symbol you can find on the website :

Home : M I O A Merchandise : P Y E R Media : Y G About us : A R Stickers : E News : T Neighboorhood : S F N E Wally : W Exhibition : N Ghestbook : W W W Transcript : Y

"www" huh? Interesting, like a web link. At first, all of this doesn't really mean anything, until we stumble upon this!

Fascinating, it's a code! Eddie here is giving us the translation to every single doodle. Next, if we solve the question here "What does Home wear at parties?", it gives us the next clue we need. The answer is "ADDRESS". Address? Now, remember the "www" thing? That's right! We need to assemble the letters we found to make a link!

8- Away from Prying Eyes

After assembling a link, you will be able to visit a secret page. In it is by far the biggest secret in this update : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/

When I tell you I lost my marbles when I discovered this. There is a lot to say here! Firstly, one thing to note is that unlike any other secrets we had found in previous updates, Wally didn't put this here. Instead, it was this mysterious "W". Go read the whole thing! It's PACKED with information!

"W" purposely put this here for US to find. W is in distress, confused and scared; this looks like a call for help.

Might or might not be important, but the word "Paranoid" here starts with a capital. It did catch my eye, so maybe it is noteworthy.

This entire phone call is absolutely fascinating and gives us answers about the lore. I highly recommend people to give it a listen : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/phone

AND THIS??? OH MY GOODNESS!!! Clown is spoiling us with gifts for this Homewarming! Truly, thank you Clown and the whole WH team, you're doing such a marvelous job. Watch the whole thing here : https://www.awayfrompryingeyes.net/commercials

And what's this hidden among the commercials? Eddie! Remember how I said the pea was foreshadowing? Eddie can hear Home's heartbeat. Well, our dearest mailman doesn't look too well :( Thankfully Frank seems to be looking out for him!

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Important things to note: This update is almost completely void of any trace of Wally infesting the website. The symbols were placed by the website manager here. Wally is not there anymore. Also, Eddie is purposely left out of the main update, only to be the center of attention in the commercial compilation.

Well! That's all I managed to find for now! Please let me know in the replies if I've missed anything. Thank you for reading, and Happy Homewarming! <3

Edit : Added some new things I just noticed!

[asmrbrainrot]

Hehe I’ll little big spoon Bodie all da- WAIT-WAT!?!

Mind sharing a few fun facts about Bodie :3?

Fact 1: Bodie likes to be the "little spoon," so to speak. Fact 2: Bodie's favorite activity is swimming, particularly the act of cannonballing. Fact 3: Bodie's eyebrow scar came from someone you know.

[human-antithesis]

Woe Unto Me - Along the Meandering Ordeals, Reshape the Pivot of Harmony (March 24th, 2023)

Lineup: Igor Kovalev - Clean Vocals, Keyboards Artem Serdyuk - Harsh Vocals, Guitars Dzmitry Shchyhlinski - Rhythm Guitar Ivan Skrundevskiy - Bass Pavel Shmyga - Drums Olga Apisheva - Keyboards

[xialing-gf]

weddinggate is so crazy to me like imagine posting a story about newlyweds game after posting a tiktok with married life as an audio and then showing up to a m&g in a wedding veil sometimes these theories write themselves

[toxicmetalzine]

Mythraeum

Check out our review of "Oblivion Aeternam" by Mythraeum @ https://toxicmetalzine.com/copy-of-2-1

[wonreaders]

Title: My Baby

Pairing: Wonwoo x AFAB!Reader

Rating: 18+

Tags: Unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), pussy eating, overstimulation, use of vibrator + dragon knotted dildo, toy play, humiliation kink (light), pussy stretching, power play, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, reader riding toy, voyeurism, semi-public setting (room with door ajar), multiple orgasms, voice kink, reader x audio dom reveal, realistic fiction

You didn’t plan to snoop.

You just wanted to confirm the theory you’d been obsessing over for weeks: that the quietest boy in class—the one who always wore black hoodies and barely spoke above a murmur—was also the voice behind your favorite 18+ ASMR channel.

The same voice that made you cum hard every night. The one who whispered filth in the most patient, commanding tone—“Good girl. Let me hear those pretty little sounds.”

It had to be him.

So when Wonwoo invited you over to study, it felt too perfect. He left the room to grab you a drink, and curiosity won.

You found it in the second drawer of his desk—clearly labeled equipment: his mic, headset, scripts… and under that, the toys.

You didn’t mean to gasp, but you did.

There it was. The knotted dragon dildo from his audio last week. The thick base. The twisted ridges. The same one he’d described with a soft groan in your ear: “Imagine how good it would stretch that greedy little hole of yours.”

You bit your lip, pulse pounding between your legs.

And then—

“What do you think you’re doing?”

You spun, heart leaping out of your chest.

Wonwoo stood in the doorway, drink still in hand, his voice calm—too calm.

“Looking for something, baby?” he asked, setting the glass down and walking toward you with slow, predatory steps. “Or were you hoping I’d catch you?”

You stammered, heat blooming in your face. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

He was in front of you in a second. “You’re a terrible liar.”

His hand tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You’ve been listening to me every night, haven’t you?”

You swallowed hard. Nodded.

A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “My baby’s such a filthy little thing.”

He brushed his thumb along your bottom lip.

“You came here wanting this. So don’t pretend you didn’t dream about me fucking you like I do in those audios.”

You whimpered.

“I said, don’t pretend.”

And then his lips were on yours—hot, demanding, tongue sliding into your mouth like he owned it. You gasped when he walked you backward until your thighs hit the bed, and you collapsed onto it.

“Strip,” he said simply.

You hesitated. He raised a brow.

“Now.”

You peeled your clothes off slowly, pulse racing with embarrassment and anticipation. You sat on his bed, bare and squirming, thighs tight together as he opened the drawer again.

He pulled out the knotted dildo, lube, and the small pink bullet vibrator you recognized from another audio.

“You gonna ride this for me, baby?” he murmured, climbing onto the bed and handing it to you. “I want to watch you stretch yourself open. Want to see how desperate my little listener is.”

You whimpered, straddling the base of the toy as he sat across from you, legs spread, hand lazily palming himself through his sweats.

“Don’t tease,” he warned, eyes locked on your pussy as you lined the tip up.

You sank down slow, the first ridge popping in with a stretch that made you cry out. It hurt just right.

“That’s it,” he whispered, voice low and raspy. “So tight. Taking it like a good girl.”

You rocked on it, hands braced on your thighs as the knotted base finally pushed inside you, making your walls pulse around the impossible stretch.

Wonwoo had his cock out now—long and thick, glistening at the tip. He stroked it lazily, never looking away from the place where you took the toy like a slut.

“You look so fucking pretty stuffed like that.”

Your moans were shaky and loud, breath catching every time the knot dragged against your inner walls.

“I wanna cum,” you whimpered, hips faltering.

“Not yet.”

He reached between your thighs and pressed the vibrator to your clit.

You screamed.

“Fuck—Wonwoo—please—”

Your legs trembled violently as your orgasm hit, your body jerking uncontrollably on the toy. But he didn’t pull away the vibrator.

“Ride it out,” he ordered, using his other hand to pump his cock faster. “Give me another one.”

“I—I can’t—”

“Yes you can.”

His voice dropped. “Be my good girl and fucking cum again.”

Your body betrayed you, another orgasm crashing through you while tears welled in your eyes from the overstimulation.

When you finally collapsed backward, trembling and wrecked, he leaned over you.

“Think you’re done?” he asked darkly.

He grabbed the toy, still inside you, and slowly began thrusting it in and out.

You screamed again, hips jerking, and he kissed you hard—owning your mouth the way he did your body.

“You take your toys so well, baby. You were made to be used.”

He stroked himself faster, groaning low in your ear.

“Gonna cum to the sight of your greedy little pussy swallowing my toy.”

You whined as he bit your shoulder, moaning against your skin.

And with a final thrust of his fist, he spilled hot all over your belly, breath stuttering in your ear.

“Fuck… you’re perfect.”

You lay there—wet, stretched, shaking—completely ruined.

He kissed your temple.

“My baby.”

“You know,” he murmured, voice deep and velvety against your ear, “I’ve been wanting to record a live session for weeks now.”

You turned your head, blinking slow. “Like… with someone else in the room?”

His eyes flicked over to you, smirking.

“No, baby. I mean with someone.”

He reached toward the drawer again and retrieved his mic, setting it on the nightstand and clicking it on with a soft beep.

“Audio’s clean,” he said, running a thumb across your still-sensitive inner thigh. “Now all I need is you.”

Your breath caught.

You should’ve hesitated. You should’ve thought this through. But your thighs were still slick from your earlier orgasms, his cum drying on your belly, your pussy still slightly gaping from the stretch of the toy.

And the look in his eyes?

You nodded.

Wonwoo leaned in and kissed you—slow and deep—his tongue licking softly into your mouth like he already knew you’d say yes. He murmured against your lips, “I’ll be so good to you. Promise.”

He helped you onto your knees, pushing a pillow under your hips to tilt you forward. Then he slid behind you, gently guiding his cock inside with one long, thick thrust.

You gasped into the sheets. He groaned, mic already live.

“She’s already so wet,” he whispered into it, brushing your hair off your neck. “Still loose from her toy, too. Perfect little fuckhole.”

You moaned loud. He didn’t stop.

He rutted into you slowly, deeply, grinding in each time like he knew exactly where to press. Every thrust had your breasts jolting, the mic close enough to pick up every whimper and gasp.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and husky, “Let them hear you, baby. Let them know how wet you get for me.”

The head of his cock kissed your cervix with every push, and soon your moans weren’t soft—they were needy, broken, desperate.

“Gonna make her cum while you listen,” he said into the mic, almost conversational. “Gonna fill her up, too. She likes that—don’t you, sweetheart?”

You nodded, tears brimming in your eyes.

“Y-Yes… please…”

He growled. His hand slipped between your legs, two fingers rubbing circles on your swollen clit, working in rhythm with the slow grind of his cock.

“That’s it. Let go. Be good for me.”

You came with a cry, body clenching hard around him. And still, he didn’t stop. Just kissed the back of your neck and hissed, “Good girl. So fucking pretty when you cum.”

His thrusts picked up. Sloppier. Needier.

The mic was still on when he growled in your ear, “Gonna cum in her. Fill her up like she needs it. My baby.”

You felt the heat rush into you as he pushed deep and stayed there, thick ropes of cum painting your insides, his voice breaking on a soft moan.

The mic picked up everything.

The panting. The way you whispered “Wonwoo…” like it was a prayer. The squelch of him slowly pulling out and watching his cum leak back down your thighs.

He clicked the mic off.

“Best audio I’ve ever recorded,” he murmured against your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there. “Might need a sequel.”

You hummed.

“Only if you let me ride you next time.”

He grinned.

“Oh, we’re definitely doing that.”

Your body was boneless, wrecked in the best way—limbs heavy with exhaustion and warmth. The room still smelled like sex: sweat, lube, heat. Your thighs stuck together slightly from where he hadn’t even cleaned you up yet, but you didn’t care.

You lay in his bed, face tucked into a pillow, and felt the mattress dip beside you.

Wonwoo was quiet for a second. Then his hand brushed softly over your back.

“You still with me, baby?”

You nodded into the sheets, your voice a tired murmur. “Mhm…”

He leaned down and kissed your shoulder gently.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he said softly, already pushing the covers back. “Run you a bath, yeah?”

You reached for him weakly, whining at the loss of his warmth. “Don’t go…”

He smiled, rubbing your lower back. “I’ll be right back. Just wanna take care of you.”

You sighed, letting your eyes drift shut again.

Minutes later, the sound of running water pulled you back into focus. Wonwoo returned, warm washcloth in hand, and gently parted your legs to wipe the mess between them.

You hissed from the sensitivity, but he went slow, whispering soft praises like he was afraid to break you.

“Did so good for me, baby… let me hear all those pretty sounds. Took every inch like a dream…”

He cleaned you with gentle, thorough care, kissing your inner thighs when he was done, then scooped you up bridal-style—naked and glowing—and carried you to the bathroom.

The tub was full of bubbles, warm water steaming, a soft yellow glow from the light above.

He helped you sit, guiding you between his legs, your back flush to his chest.

As you sank into the water, you sighed deeply, your body relaxing into his hold like you were made to be there.

“Better?” he asked, arms wrapping around your middle.

You nodded. “Much.”

Silence settled for a moment, nothing but your shared breathing and the faint ripple of the water as he ran his hands slowly over your skin.

He kissed your temple. “You trust me, right?”

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “Of course I do.”

His eyes softened.

“Even when I’m being rough with you… making you cum so hard you forget your name?”

You flushed, but smiled. “Especially then.”

That made him laugh quietly, burying his face in your neck. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, y’know that?”

You twisted a little to face him more, hands floating to rest over his on your stomach.

“Wasn’t expecting all this,” you whispered. “Just wanted to know if the voice I loved was real. And now I’m in your bath… and your bed… and your arms…”

“You’re in my life now, too,” he murmured, brushing your damp hair back. “I’m not letting you go.”

He pulled you in for a slow kiss—wet and lazy, more lips than tongue, his fingers cradling your jaw like you were fragile, breakable, precious.

“I love your voice,” you whispered.

He grinned.

“Good,” he whispered back. “Because now you get it in real life… every night.”