
Songs drawn from the well between waking and dream — shimmer, drone, and quiet incantation.

Marco UnderSong writes in the lineage of Neo Folk. Twelve-string chime, romanticism, and a fondness for the symbols pinned to old tarot cards. His songs move like candle smoke: unhurried, faintly ritual, always circling some half-remembered light.
Recorded in a bespoke Seattle studio, the music pairs kaleidoscopic guitars with hushed organ drones and lyrics that read like pages torn from a dream journal.
“I’m not interested in the dark for its own sake — only in the things it lets you see.”
He performs rarely, and always after dusk.
The new long-player. Stream it whole, or carry it home from Bandcamp.














Loose pages found between the songs.
From the Abyss of Centuries...
Prostrate on the Edge
of Doomed Rebellion...
We Declare Mutiny
Above the Tempests of Cacophony...
And Tasteless Vulgarity...
We Announce Androgyny!
Today to you
Vagabonds,
Whores,
Gamblers,
and Thieves....
To you Insurgents
to whom Art is Mystery...
Join us in proclaiming Our Revulsion
Enveloped in The Folds
of Intoxicating Melancholy...
Tethered before The Gates
of The Unknown Future...
We will Celebrate the Classical...
And Seek Sanctuary in The Archaic
Let us revel in our Pagan Past...
Cloak ourselves in Darkness...
And Wear as a Badge of Honor...
The title Gothic!

Poetry has always run beneath Marco's songs. Here, for the first time, the verses stand on their own — rhythm and metre carrying their gothic and romantic themes, and closing, fittingly, on a manifesto for the esoteric.
Buy at Strand Books →New songs, rare shows, and the occasional letter from the chapel. No noise.