(played by Fernando Fortes), a bumbling and sexually repressed foreign exchange student living in San Francisco. Desperate for female attention and finding no luck, Fernando’s luck changes when his friend
In the age of algorithmic abundance, where every song ever recorded is supposedly two clicks away, “Come Under My Spell” stands as a rebel. It demands effort. It demands night drives in the rain, flipping through dusty milk crates, and the quiet thrill of hearing that first crackle of vinyl before Escher’s voice materializes from the noise floor.
Clara brought it home, placed the needle on the groove, and a deep, hypnotic voice filled her tiny flat: “Come under my spell… forget the world you knew…” The music was unlike anything she’d heard—synth waves crashing like dreams, basslines that felt like heartbeats. She played it on repeat as she painted, and for the first time in months, her brush moved without fear.
Days later, a gallery owner visited. He saw the painting and froze. “Where did you hear that name?” he whispered. He explained that in 1981, a reclusive musician pressed only 50 copies of an album before disappearing. The final track, “Come Under My Spell,” was said to unlock creative blocks—but only for those who truly listened .
“Close your eyes, forget the time / Come under my spell, 1981…”
The story follows Fernando (played by Fernando Fortes), a foreign exchange student who is, to put it mildly, a "flop" with women. After a series of embarrassing rejections—including a literal pizza pie to the face from a delivery girl—Fernando’s friend Dave (Blair Harris) hands him a manual titled Sex Through Hypnosis .
(played by Fernando Fortes), a bumbling and sexually repressed foreign exchange student living in San Francisco. Desperate for female attention and finding no luck, Fernando’s luck changes when his friend
In the age of algorithmic abundance, where every song ever recorded is supposedly two clicks away, “Come Under My Spell” stands as a rebel. It demands effort. It demands night drives in the rain, flipping through dusty milk crates, and the quiet thrill of hearing that first crackle of vinyl before Escher’s voice materializes from the noise floor.
Clara brought it home, placed the needle on the groove, and a deep, hypnotic voice filled her tiny flat: “Come under my spell… forget the world you knew…” The music was unlike anything she’d heard—synth waves crashing like dreams, basslines that felt like heartbeats. She played it on repeat as she painted, and for the first time in months, her brush moved without fear.
Days later, a gallery owner visited. He saw the painting and froze. “Where did you hear that name?” he whispered. He explained that in 1981, a reclusive musician pressed only 50 copies of an album before disappearing. The final track, “Come Under My Spell,” was said to unlock creative blocks—but only for those who truly listened .
“Close your eyes, forget the time / Come under my spell, 1981…”
The story follows Fernando (played by Fernando Fortes), a foreign exchange student who is, to put it mildly, a "flop" with women. After a series of embarrassing rejections—including a literal pizza pie to the face from a delivery girl—Fernando’s friend Dave (Blair Harris) hands him a manual titled Sex Through Hypnosis .
