SRNMC isn’t a brand - it’s a collision point: music, art, science, film, and whatever else refuses to sit quiet.

The work starts where polish ends: at the half-finished draft, the broken bar line, the loop that almost tore itself apart. From there, it builds - some of it becomes albums, some of it scores films, some of it hides in podcasts or finds its way into apps. Different shapes, same impulse: turn noise into something that lasts.

I’ve trained in conservatories, torn it down in clubs, mapped galaxies in labs. Classical discipline meets street noise. Physics and ink. Noir light and cosmic weight. The music lives in that tension - the push and pull between order and chaos.

This isn’t nostalgia. It isn’t future-chasing. It’s the now - raw, restless, stripped to the bone. Every track, every page, every project is another way of asking the same question: what happens when sound tells the truth?

Not a bio, not a life story. A manifesto.

Chase gravity, cut the silence, write in shadows, score the dark. Leave echoes behind.