Poems For Dead People and Intertitle don’t make music for the faint of heart. This collaboration, “There Are Spiders In My Dreams“, is a slow, creepy crawl through your own head. It’s out now on Blank Verse Records, and it’s the kind of track that makes you check behind your shoulder. Ryan Kent handles the words and voice for Poems For Dead People, while Intertitle brings the electronic architecture.
The song is built on repetition. That’s the engine. Pulsating synths, driving percussion, and a rhythm that just keeps pushing forward. It’s got that motorik thing going on, the same relentless groove that krautrock bands used to ride for ten minutes straight. But this isn’t a retro trip. It’s noir electronics meets spoken-word intensity, with Kent’s voice moving between quiet confession and cold observation. He’s not singing at you. He’s thinking out loud, and you’re just lucky enough to overhear it.
The track avoids normal verse-chorus structure. Good. That would’ve ruined it. Instead, it unfolds like a descent. The rhythm acts as both the engine and the atmosphere, carrying you through shifting emotional ground where anxiety, memory, and imagination all blur together. You can’t tell what’s real and what’s not, and that’s the point. It’s indebted to post-punk, darkwave, and experimental electronic music, but it never feels like a history lesson. It feels like right now. It feels like the inside of your own skull at 3 a.m.
Kent said the track grew out of a shared interest in repetition as a storytelling device. They wanted something that feels constantly in motion, almost obsessive, while still leaving room for vulnerability. They nailed it. This thing moves, but it also breathes. It’s unsettling, immersive, and strangely beautiful. Blank Verse Records keeps backing artists who push boundaries, and this is another win.
“There Are Spiders In My Dreams” is available on all major platforms. If you like your rock dark, hypnotic, and a little bit weird, this one’s for you. Poems For Dead People and Intertitle have cooked up something special. Let it crawl into your ears and stay there.
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