Cem Gemalmaz doesn’t hand you a clean, polished dream with Chimes of the Fall — he hands you the kind of dream you wake up from and wonder if it ever really ended. It kicks off with Soundwaves (ft. Omeria), a crooked love letter to late nights and long thoughts. A deep, pulling groove at its heart, rusty percussion rattling like a loose screw, synths bending like heatwaves off a broken road, and a voice — soft but certain — threading you through the wreckage. Then comes Chimes of the Fall, the namesake. A slow, brooding walk through a season that forgot to end. Folk-touched instruments, spacey pads, glitches where the cracks show, and vocals so soft they sound like they’re slipping through your fingers. It’s moody, noir-drenched, hypnotic — the kind of track that doesn’t ask for your attention, it steals it. And when you think you’re out, Longing pulls you back under. Raw guitar licks, chopped vocals gasping for air, synths warping like a bad memory you can’t shake. A groove that keeps pounding, like a heart that refuses to give up even when the night does. For Cem, music isn’t just sound — it’s the world he sees better than the one we all walk around in. Colorblind in real life, but when he makes music, the colors explode. Shapes, textures, stories, meanings — it’s all there, more real than reality. In that moment, he’s a director, a sculptor, a storyteller. Chimes of the Fall is him telling it straight: no pretty lies, no cheap drama. Just a man making peace with his shadows — and finding a strange, twisted kind of beauty there. Just the kind of beauty we appreciate at Moodfamily.