The follow-up transmission to Truth Is a Weapon.

This album was born during the Truth Is a Weapon sessions - but partway through, I realized I was actually writing two albums at once.

One voice was funk-infused rebellion, grounded in my own vocals.

The other was cinematic, atmospheric, prophetic - darker, more philosophical, spoken by someone else.

That voice became Nil Prophet.

Truth Bomb is where he debuts - not just as a narrator, but as a presence.

A fractured oracle. A prophet of things most people would rather ignore.

He doesn’t scream. He speaks plainly. And somehow, that cuts deeper.

This album confronts greed, power, selfishness, and apathy in modern society.

There’s satire. There’s anger. There’s poetry.

And there’s the growing sense that waking up in this world is the loneliest kind of clarity.

Track Highlights

Where Angels Fear to Tread

The album opens with fire. Nil Prophet delivers a damning litany of societal failures over orchestral drums and rising strings. This is not a metaphor. This is a list. And every line lands like a blow.

"They didn’t abandon you. You made yourselves unwatchable."

Terms of Service

A corporate welcome message to human society. The societal system and a lone rebel human converse over an ambient track. It’s calm. Polite. Terrifying.

"By breathing, you accept the terms of service."

Pending Approval

A protest song written after hearing about the trauma of someone being denied urgent medical care due to insurance bureaucracy. Hard drums. Acid lines. And my own raw vocal delivery.

"Every breath is a cost they weigh."

Whispers of Meaning

A softer interlude. A gentle reminder that sometimes:

"The world can wait"

Baroque as Fuck

An instrumental with a synthesized Baroque organ and metal drums at 205 BPM.

Think JS Bach with a grudge and a distortion pedal.

No vocals. Just velocity and urgency.

The title of the track is a play on words "Broke as Fuck." Referring to the systems that this album asks you to question.

Taniwha

Taniwha are supernatural guardian beings from Māori mythology. The track is dark, mythic, and cinematic. Multiple synths form a rising counterpoint to suggest the mythic creatures awakening, to counter modern day's wrong doings against nature. Orchestral hits explode like ancient warnings. No voice is needed - the tension speaks.

Sleepwalkers

Nil Prophet surveys the sedated masses. A String quartet and a Wurlitzer underscore his lament.

"They are not evil. Not monstrous. Just hollow. Afraid. Asleep. In a world on fire."

No One Rises Clean

Nil Prophet speaks over swelling orchestral might, then drops the mic and lets the orchestra continue on.

"Beware the ones who seek power."

The Unknown Universe

Nil Prophet reflects on science, mystery, and the hubris of humans. Analog hybrid drums and ghostly Mellotron-like strings accompany his cosmic meditation.

"We are tenants in a house of riddles. Still learning."

The Three Horsemen

The final judgment. AI isn’t the villain - we are. Three human sins named as horsemen: Profit, Power, and Apathy. The album ends with a spring-reverb soaked baritone guitar solo, echoing through the void.

"It isn’t a machine uprising. It’s a human surrender."

Final Thoughts

This isn't an easy listen. It’s not built for the casual listener, and it doesn’t care about playlists, likes, or passive consumption. It’s a challenge. A transmission. A warning.

Truth Bomb is what happens when poetry combines with cinematic and orchestral fury, and when the voice in your head finally says out loud what the world is pretending not to see.

Nil Prophet has spoken.

The rest is up to us, as a society.