🧠 DarkSide Of The Brain | 10-Track Prequel to Pink Floyd’s “Brain Damage” | Full Concept Album + Visual Experience 🎧 “There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me…” DarkSide Of The Brain is a 10-track concept album prequel to “Brain Damage” (Track 9 from Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon) — reimagined through the eyes of lived mental health experience, twisted storytelling, and deep immersive sound design. This is not a cover — it’s a dark origin story. A deep-dive into the descent befo
DarkSide
This is where it begins.
The room is silent.
A guitar hums with no one to play it.
Ash floats in the light.
And the mind begins to fracture — not with violence, but with recognition.
“DarkSide” isn’t just an intro.
It’s the moment before the madness had a name.
The moment the system first took notice… and then looked away.
This is the sound of isolation blooming.
Of a man still lucid enough to know he’s unraveling.
Of the spark that lit the long corridor toward the asylum.
Before the laughter echoed through the halls.
Before the lunatic was on the grass.
Before the Brain Damage…
There was only this:
The DarkSide.
Shadowbox Diaries
🥊 The fight begins — but no one else sees it.
Welcome to Shadowbox Diaries, the first full chapter in the DarkSide Of The Brain album — a concept prequel to Pink Floyd’s Brain Damage.
This track captures the invisible war waged inside the mind:
Paranoia with no opponent.
Conversations with no answers.
A diagnosis that hasn’t landed yet… but is already taking shape in shadows.
🎧 Dirty grooves. Binaural distortion. Surreal soundscapes.
This is what it feels like to battle yourself — while smiling through the day shift.
Inspired by the psychotic clarity before the crash.
A mind at war with itself.
And the system watching from behind two-way glass.
Parlour Tricks
🎭 The mask fits better than the face ever did.
Welcome to Parlour Tricks — a twisted waltz through the coping mechanisms, false smiles, and psychological sleight of hand we learn just to survive.
In the asylum of the everyday, appearances are everything.
So we perform. We charm. We vanish the truth.
But behind every trick is a cost — and behind every mask, a mind unraveling.
This track drips with irony and discomfort, reflecting the emotional circus of early misdiagnosis and social denial.
Surreal grooves, dark melodies, and spoken illusions swirl together in a manic dance of dissociation.
🎧 Step right up. Watch the patient pretend to be fine.
Spoiler: it’s the best trick of all.
Static In The Nursery
📺 The lullabies are broken. The screen is snow. The child is listening.
Static In The Nursery dives into the distorted memories of early psychological trauma — childhood moments warped by silence, fear, and the slow formation of mental illness.
This is the sound of innocence interrupted.
A room full of toys that never moved.
A voice on the television that only said your name when no one else was around.
Glitchy rhythms and unsettling textures recreate the eerie tension of a nursery where something isn’t right — and never was.
Is it memory, or is it madness pretending to be one?
🎧 The television whispers. The shadows stretch. The child learns not to cry.
Blue Walls, No Windows
🚪 The room is quiet. Too quiet. You’re not alone — but no one is there.
Blue Walls, No Windows captures the cold stillness of confinement.
A clinical cage dressed in pastel paint.
Time doesn’t pass here — it loops.
This is the sound of early admission.
The moment you realise the walls are padded not just with foam… but with indifference.
Voices behind the door. Medication behind the smile. Observation behind the clipboard.
The music echoes with stark minimalism, synthetic hums, and ghostly motifs — simulating the sterile emptiness of a psychiatric ward room that’s supposed to keep you safe… but can’t even let in the light.
🎧 There’s no handle on the inside.
And you’re starting to forget why you ever wanted one.
Nightsweats and Twitch
🌒 The body never rests. The mind never lets go.
Nightsweats and Twitch is a descent into the physical chaos of a disturbed mind — where sleep is no longer sanctuary, and every shadow breathes.
This track captures the exhaustion of hypervigilance, the paranoia that creeps under your skin when the world goes quiet.
Trembling limbs. Racing thoughts. The kind of insomnia where you’re afraid of what your dreams might say.
Dark, stuttering rhythms and twitchy soundscapes mimic the involuntary spasms of trauma held in the body.
This is what it sounds like when your nervous system doesn’t know how to stand down.
🎧 The lights are off — but nothing’s still.
The Diagnosis Room from DarkSide Of The Brain:
Track 6: The Diagnosis Room
📋 You walk in with questions. You leave with a label.
The Diagnosis Room is where identity fractures.
A quiet space dressed in authority, where truth is simplified into codes and symptoms.
This track captures the cold process of being defined — not by who you are, but by what the system sees.
Clinical tones clash with distorted voices.
Everything is sterile, except the fear.
You’re not a person in this room.
You’re a chart. A risk. A case file waiting to be closed.
🎧 The pen moves.
The door clicks shut.
And nothing is ever quite the same again.
Chemical Inheritance
🧬 You don’t remember asking for this. But it remembers you.
Chemical Inheritance explores the uncomfortable question: Is madness passed down?
This track digs deep into genetics, generational trauma, and the eerie feeling that something inside you was always waiting to break.
The soundscape is warped and molecular — chemical pulses, distorted DNA helixes of sound, and subliminal echoes build a track that feels as much biological as psychological.
A dark meditation on family history, psychiatric lineage, and inherited shadows.
What if it’s not your fault?
What if it doesn’t matter?
🎧 You are not your genes.
But your genes aren’t innocent either.
😐 They call it recovery. You call it rehearsal.
Plastic Smiles is a haunting critique of performative wellness — the phase where you’re expected to be “better” long before you feel it.
This track captures the hollow routine of faking progress just to be left alone.
Beneath the upbeat tempo is a deeply uncomfortable truth:
You’ve learned how to say all the right things, wear all the right expressions… and none of it is real.
Glossy synths meet distorted background laughter. The rhythm is catchy, but the vibe is claustrophobic — like a forced grin that never fades.
🎧 This is the soundtrack to being “well enough to discharge.”
The Ceiling Watches
👁️ You stare at the ceiling. It stares back.
This track drips with paranoia, claustrophobia, and the eerie sense of being observed when you’re supposed to be alone.
In the locked ward, nothing feels private — not even your thoughts.
The Ceiling Watches is where the walls begin to breathe and the shadows remember your name.
Delirious loops, reverse echoes, and hypnotic rhythms mimic the psychosis of sleepless nights under fluorescent lights.
You’re pinned in place, but your mind runs wild.
🎧 Are they monitoring you? Or is it just another crack in the glass?
Before The Crack
🕳️ There’s a moment… just before it all falls apart.
Before The Crack is the final breath before the breakdown — the unbearable calm before Brain Damage truly begins.
It’s reflective, eerie, and soaked in foreboding.
This track loops through fragmented memories, whispered thoughts, and the last moments of lucidity before the psyche splinters.
There’s resignation here. But there’s also clarity.
Because sometimes, losing your mind feels like the only honest thing left to do.
🎧 You’ve fought, masked, obeyed.
But the crack is coming — and it’s beautiful.