Biography
Hatmore is an electronic music producer and electric guitar player based in Germany with a distinctive sonic identity. An introspective soul, he found refuge in music from a young age, composing melodies in the quiet corners of his mind—songs that brought light into his inner world.
Growing up in Iran, where artistic expression, especially in music, often lacked support, Hatmore faced resistance from his environment and family. Yet, his passion for creating music endured. Despite the obstacles, he continued to explore sound as a form of self-expression and emotional release.
Parallel to his musical path, Hatmore pursued Computer Science—another realm where logic meets creativity. A lifelong tech enthusiast, he blends his technical knowledge with his artistry, crafting music that weaves together analog warmth and digital precision. He began his musical journey with the acoustic guitar at age 20, later embracing the electric guitar, which has since become an integral part of his sound.
Hatmore’s compositions fuse electronic textures with expressive guitar lines, creating emotionally charged atmospheres. His latest work, including the album Recursive Melancholy, reflects a deep exploration of feeling and sonic storytelling.
His music is available on Spotify, iTunes, Amazon, and SoundCloud, offering a wide range of moods and moments. For Hatmore, music isn’t just about production—it’s about storytelling, emotion, and connection.
Now based in Germany, Hatmore continues to evolve his craft and connect with a global audience. Through Instagram and his website, he invites listeners to step into his world—one shaped by memories, emotion, and a constant search for meaning through sound.
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Whispers of Departure and Embrace
In the realm of foresight, I sensed it well,
A day on the horizon, its tale to tell,
When from our dwelling, we must take our leave,
Guided by a mother’s words, I received.
“Receive my blessing,” her gentle voice conveyed,
As life’s sands flowed, a path to pave,
Time urges us to journey, onward we must roam,
Bid adieu to the city’s gleam, our past abode.
Leave behind the city of radiant allure,
Let pain be the ointment, our wounds to cure,
Atop yon peak, by the electric pole’s embrace,
Down a narrow alley, in a humble space.
A destiny akin to songs, written with care,
Pen, paper, and guitar, a melody to share,
With faith as our guide, religion finds ease,
In the darkest room, light flows like a breeze.