Based on the initial warped ring of Ghosts of the Beats, MODUL8 pulls the listeners into a cave where rhythm is bleeding and machines are whispering. Corpse Sonata Vol. Not a safe listen, I, the debut full-length of the Dutch innovator, is a confrontation. Scheduled as 14-track September 12, 2025, this release on Amsterdam based label MODUL8 crosses all imaginable lines between the realm of human feeling and machine intelligence.

In his pursuit of deconstructing electronic subgenres like a surgeon cut up, MODUL8, describes what he does as curbstep, which is a monster hybrid of phonk, dubstep, trap, glitch, and boom bap. But what is between Corpse Sonata Vol. The unnerving clarity of purpose is its overwhelming purity of purpose to me of the endless sea of beat experiments online. This album does not run after hype but does an autopsy on it.

Both songs are vibrant with their respective manic beats, though, the general theme is psychological horror, compulsion, mania, and obsessive desire to kill the beat. The performance is disturbing and yet sterile. Thudding 808s are pounded on glitch fragments. Voices warp and multiply. It seems as though the record itself is speaking to her at some moments, between confession and possession.

The lyrics of MODUL8 do not only rhyme at blazing speeds, but rather represent a coded journal entry of a man who battles with his own creation. His streams are flying in and out of the double-time accuracy and the anarchy but behind the messiness there is a design–every bar carefully connected to burst when struck.

Once the female vocals slide in (haunting, stacked, and harsh), they create an opposing effect, as the presence of a phantom who leads us through a factory of echoes. The ghosts, corpses, and infernos could make the paper sound theatrical, but in the world of MODUL8 it is a figurative visualization of change. It is not music that is dying here but complacency.

The manner in which he handles composition is coldly beautiful. MODUL8 does not construct tracks, he constructs scenes. Corpse Sonata Vol. I am as of standing in the midst of a warehouse rave just before it explodes.

The distraction of the listeners in the dubstep or trap world will see the aggressiveness that is familiar but the hip-hop heads will see the lyrical mastery. The disjunction between electronic superfluity and lyrical profundity is bridged with an unnatural accuracy by MODUL8. Such relationship is further enhanced by his experience in AI research–this is not technology as art; it is technology as food.

Corpse Sonata Vol. by MODUL8 exists in a digital atmosphere that is already saturated with plug-and-play manufacturers. It seems to me like a rebellious act. He constructs his own universe out of the fragments of rubbish sounds, glitch and distortion in place of previous wounds, fresh paint. It is dirt, it is beauty, and it is total insanity in stereo.

It is the path of MODUL8 to Corpse Sonata Vol. I is a manifesto of a new order of creation. Growing up in Amsterdam, he spent his adolescence years in circles around speedcore, metal and breakcore-genres, which are constructed on extremes. Obsession was not merely with quantity and violence but with pattern and control and discharge. Also, he was drawn to poetry and battle rap, honing his wordplay skills way back before the term AI-assisted production was in existence.

That two-fold interest–language and chaos–was to meet. As part of the artificial intelligence industry, MODUL8 started experimenting with what he terms as augmented human amplification. His procedure does not have the machine write on his behalf; the machine replies to his lunacy. The outcome is an exceptionally reciprocal working process: a lab where each line of code is rhythmed, and each rhythm is code.

In a series of interviews, he has said that his genre musical style, curbstep, is music produced out of the DNA of broken loops. It’s a fitting phrase. His music is frequently initiated with textures, vocal stutters, snarled files, fractured samples, and becomes something visceral and filmic.

If Corpse Sonata Vol. I is disturbing, that is on purpose. The purpose of MODUL8, in its turn, is to make us recall the fact that imperfection and uncertainty are the blood of real art. He is the spirit of the experimental underground: go all the way to the edge and rub it until it shines.

The title Corpse Sonata Vol. I suggests something more like a ritual than a performance. It is a kind of requiem of the specters of traditional genres: a funerary procession of what MODUL8 regards as the dead in sound. However, behind its black veil hides a distortion of a resurrection.

Both of the works analyze various psychological stages of artistic obsession, fixation (Maniac Ramblings), indulgence (Carnivore Cadence), denial ( Leaving Corpses – Can’t Help It ) and acceptance (Confession of Beat Murder ). It is a story recounted by drumming, distortion, and insanity.

Tracklist & Breakdown

Lyrically, MODUL8 examines compulsion and self-sabotage that often come with genius. The album unfolds like a conversation between the creator and their creation. The artist acts as both doctor and monster, unpacking their own motivations under bright lights. The pacing shifts between explosive moments and unsettling pauses, reflecting the intense highs and deep lows that drive his creative process.

Yet, beneath the chaos and distortion, there’s a sense of vulnerability. MODUL8’s tone is icy, but the message feels human. The ghosts in Corpse Sonata Vol. I aren’t outside forces; they are his own doubts and discarded parts of himself. This isn’t horror for shock value; it’s a reflection on change through facing oneself.

For listeners, the message is clear yet impactful: destruction and creation are the same act, seen from different sides of the blade.

Ou bat tanbou epi ou danse ankò.