m preis - my dreams are only nightmares

While nightmares are deeply personal, they simultaneously reflect broader societal conditions. — m preis

For their first release on –ous, Slovenian harpist and composer m preis (fka rouge-ah) presents ‘my dreams are only nightmares’. Built from years of research into sleep, sleep disorders, and alternative musical notation, the album takes the nightmare, an intimate and at the same time universal experience, both as subject and method: dream records, memory fragments, and bodily sensations are translated into an alternative notation system, one that departs from traditional structures in favour of something intuitive, non-hierarchical, and body-led.

The album’s sonic language interweaves electric and acoustic harp, voice, vocal articulation and poetry with pedal effects and percussion that emerges as involuntary and fragmentary bodily irritation. The harp, constricted by centuries old classical and symbolic connotations, is used as a canvas for expanded techniques and a source for textures and noise. m preis equally treats their voice as material: moving between speech, whisper and fragmented poetry, it acts as a carrier of internal states. Throughout the album, m preis holds organic and electronic elements in tension, mirroring their perpetual balancing of composed and improvised moments. Loops, layers, and digital twists follow the logic of dreams: repetition, slippage and sud- den cuts create eerie but alluring scenes. ‘my dreams are only nightmares’ meets the listener on emotional, intellectual and physical levels at once.

Label: -OUS
Format: Vinyl LP
Cat No: OUS060
Estimated Release Date: 27 November 2026
Genre / Style: Experimental / Ambient / Harp

Tracklist

1. m/o artsehkro
2. lullabies (as to prevent nightmares)
3. she killed us with kindness and orgasms / why would you use dicks for pillars
4. my lizard ate a head of another lizard (and now we're waiting for him to digest it)
5. damaged cut grazed scraped scratched
6. hiding clones in alternate realities
7. cold summer (snow over your bare knees) / now tell me lady, how would you rather die
8. XX / you keep choosing life: so you run