by Sam Nolan Carter (Ghost Riff Riders) & Vincent Krell (The PryBirds)
Sam Nolan Carter here—producer, sound mage, and OG Sirens fanatic (before the bad stuff happened). And I’ve got one thing to say:
It’s finally out. (sound files for free download soon)
Sound of the Sirens — the Riffuge Studios tribute album to the band that haunted our headphones and lit our hearts on fire — is officially released to the world.
This one’s personal.
🎙️ Vincent Krell cuts in:
This isn’t just another cover album. This is a love letter wrapped in distortion, a spell cast in reverb. The Sirens weren’t just a band—they were a force of nature. They made us want to scream louder, love deeper, and throw furniture at the wall (in a good way). Their original sound before they went full death metal and replaced their original lead singer and song writer and tried to go commercial.
With the rights falling to the GRRband and the new Riffuge groups joining up and a lot of curious people asking questions —Sam and I knew we had to do something. Something loud.
So we made a call. Then a few more. One band turned into three. Then seven.
We all came together at Riffuge North – Denver with one goal:
Bring the OG Sirens’ sound back to life, our way. The sound the GRRband wanted to tour with, the sound the underground dug so much.
Every track? Unique. Reverent. Charged. Some bands took a unique spin on the songs – others still ring with doom and metal.
🥡 Sam again:
We recorded this album between bites of lo mein, pizza, and whatever mystical sandwich Jaxon summoned that one night. The energy in the studio was electric. There were tears. There were screaming matches. There were harmonies that made people stop and stare like they’d seen a ghost.
We didn’t just cover the Sirens OG sound.
We challenged ourselves to bring a true tribute to the lyrics and the spirit of the OG sound.
🖤 For the Fans, For the Fallen
We don’t know what happened to the original Sirens and why they went so far off track. Some say they just pushed too hard for the contract. Some say they sold their soul for a price. Some whisper they still play… on another plane.
Wherever they are, this album is for the fans like us—and for you, the fans who needed this as badly as we did. We may never rerelease the original songs – the recording did not age well.
Go listen. Turn it up loud. And if you feel your heart skip when the chorus hits—
You’re not alone.
Now streaming everywhere. We are thinking about Vinyl and Cassette run limited. (Thoughts?)
From all of us at Riffuge North,
Thank you for listening.
– Sam & Vincent 🎤🥁
“I got a burned copy of Obsidian Mercy from my older brother’s friend who used to run a record booth in Albuquerque. We must’ve listened to ‘Glass Cathedrals’ like 300 times in a single month. It sounded like someone opening a door to the void—and inviting you in.”
— Tyson H. | Santa Fe, New Mexico“Jimmy Nyra’s lyrics hit me at 16 like a freight train through fog. I was battling depression, feeling invisible—and then this voice comes along like it’s bleeding for you. Nobody wrote pain like that guy. Nobody.”
— Erika G. | Manchester, UK“There’s a rawness in those demos. Like the band didn’t know how good they were—but we did. They sounded like they were singing from inside a collapsing church, with all the ghosts still in it.”
— Marcos D. | El Paso, Texas“My best friend in high school handed me a scratched CD-R and said ‘Don’t ask—just listen.’ That night changed me. I had never heard something that sounded like sorrow and salvation at the same time.”
— Jenna R. | Madison, Wisconsin“I remember trading MP3s of ‘Shame Like Smoke’ in the girls’ locker room like they were contraband. We didn’t know what half the lyrics meant, but they made us feel understood in the worst parts of our lives.”
— Adri L. | Brooklyn, New York“There was always this quiet theory that Jimmy Nyra didn’t just write lyrics—he channeled them. The words felt… dangerous. Sacred. Like they weren’t supposed to be heard unless you needed them.”
— Lars K. | Stockholm, Sweden“In 2018, my little group of friends in Colorado Springs used to sit in this freezing garage, candles lit, listening to Anatomy of Ghosts on repeat. I swear it cracked something open in me. I still write poetry because of that winter.”
— Grant W. | Colorado Springs, Colorado“There’s no better example of lightning in a bottle than those early Sirens demo CDs. You could feel the tension between doom and beauty, like they were clawing their way out of hell but didn’t want to leave empty-handed.”
— Natasha M. | Perth, Australia“I was 17, skateboarding in Fresno, headphones blasting ‘Bitter Silk Skies’—and for three and a half minutes, everything made sense. The scream in that bridge was the most honest thing I’d ever heard.”
— Luis A. | Fresno, California“I’ve been a metalhead since my teens in the early ’90s. But Obsidian Mercy? That was different. It didn’t just rage—it remembered. That album carried trauma in its teeth. And Jimmy… man, that dude had demons.”
— Victor S. | Detroit, Michigan“People love to gossip about Jimmy Nyra, but the only thing that matters is the music. I still keep my ripped MP3s on a backup hard drive like sacred relics. ‘Wake Me in the Ashes’ saved my life, no exaggeration.”
— Claire Y. | Toronto, Canada