Its time to get dirty, EPHEMERAL landed in our laps, so lets take a look, feels less like a traditional EP and more like a late-night confession recorded through distortion, autotune and a cracked emotional lens. Marcane isn’t making metal here — he’s building something murkier, sludgier, and emotionally warped, where grunge guitars collide with pop melodies and digital manipulation. It’s messy and occasionally brilliant,
Despite The Sharpest Knives opens the project in a way that immediately throws you off balance. The heavy autotune and vocoder effects aren’t to my taste but they are there to make things glossy; they feel deliberate, almost uncomfortable, as if Marcane is hiding behind technology while simultaneously exposing himself. The track has a thick, grungy undercurrent, but it’s wrapped in this strangely pop-leaning sheen that makes it feel both accessible and unsettling. It’s a strong opener.
Blurring leans deeper into that sludge-pop hybrid, with synths that feel dragged through mud and production that refuses to sit still. There’s a hypnotic quality to it, like the track is constantly shifting under your feet. You can hear a unique voice forming here, even if it hasn’t fully settled yet.
Platform 2 Ft. Fear of Marko adds a collaborative tension that suits the EP’s psychological themes,the track feels like a dialogue between two fractured perspectives. The atmosphere is thick, almost claustrophobic, but it’s also one of the EP’s most cinematic moments. Still, the song sometimes prioritises vibe over memorability — you feel it deeply while it’s playing, but it doesn’t always stick once it’s over.
Talk to Me is where Marcane’s songwriting starts to hit hardest. The balance between melody and grime feels more controlled here, and the emotional core is clearer without losing the project’s darker edge. It shows that beneath the sludge and effects, there’s a genuine pop sensibility trying to surface. Ironically, it’s also where you start to wish Marcane would trust his voice a little more instead of constantly masking it behind layers of processing.
Hospital Beds is quietly subdued. It doesn’t scream for attention. The mood is powerful, yet the EP as a whole sometimes lingers too long in the same emotional register, which slightly blunts the impact of its heaviest moments.
IDM closes the EP in a way that feels both experimental and frustratingly close to a cracking EP. It blurs genre lines even further, flirting with industrial textures and alternative pop, but it never fully explodes. That restraint feels intentional, but you’re left wondering what would happen if Marcane pushed the chaos just a little further instead of holding it back.
If he learns when to strip things back and when to let the sludge really swallow everything, he could end up carving out something genuinely distinctive in the alternative space. Right now, EPHEMERAL feels like the sound of someone on the edge of something bigger.
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