out March 26th

Part gilded ghost story, part synthy melancholia…

this single signals a new creative direction for Alex Hendrix’s music. Produced in Huntsville by Johnny Okwu, Necromantic pulls inspiration from cinematic hauntings and vivid Victorian imagery as an allegory for coming to terms with grief. Serving as a love letter to Gothic Romance literature, Necromantic lyrically and musically mimics the genre’s hallmark use of atmospheric descriptors, intense emotions and dark omens to create a world where anything could be lurking around the next corner.

promotional schedule

release announcement march 4th

Promotional Photos available march 15th

Spotify Pre-Save Campaign + Release Week Events March 22nd

necromantic released march 26th

music video released June 2021

further release week and collaboration details available soon

schedule interview

lyrics

English ivy, weeping mortar, marble floors and candlelight

But it’s all just smoke and mirrors, ghosts and glimmers, bumps at night

And I don’t know what I thought I’d find

They say this place is haunted and I’m starting to believe it

There’s a whisper I keep hearing and it’s floating through the halls

Familiar and wonted and I try my best to leave it

But it pulls me back in, fearing that I’m trapped inside these walls

Dusty pages, dead romantics, furtive glances, fading light

Weaving through the old hedge mazes, secret places we would hide

And I think I might be lost this time

They say this place is haunted and tonight babe, I believe it

There’s a message keeps appearing on the portraits in the hall

It’s chilling and it’s wanton, somehow no one else can see it

Somewhere old church bells are ringing out a death knell that you’re gone

I thought I saw you on the parapet, like you were waiting there for me

But when I looked back there was nothing left, the same decaying scene

Just look at how the garden’s overgrown

It’s dangerous to be here all alone

I think I might be haunted, oh by now it’s not a secret

There’s a scratching I keep hearing coming from inside the walls

There’s crashes in the courtyard, something stirring in the distance

It’s a specter, it’s a spirit and it looks like what I’ve lost