Bouncy techno with a touch of playful jazzy sax

Beryllium Blonde

Title track of a 2023 EP that can be purchased at https://gomjabbar.bandcamp.com/albums/some-ancient-power

Some Ancient Power

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Paroles

Ouais c'est samedi soir 
On va sortir  de nos campagnes 
On irait bien au greasy spoon 
Sans qu'on nous dise cassez pas les couilles.
On a lavé nos bagnoles et nos pompes.
Cheveux ultra brillants et jeans serrés.
Que vouloir de plus.
Si vous ne voulez pas de nous on vous cassera la gueule sur le comptoir.
Ouais. ouais 

C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 
C'est toujours comme ça au greasy spoon 
C'est toujours comme ça 

C'est toujours ouvert pour les pouilleux 
C'est toujours là où vont les craignos 
C'est toujours ouvert pour les teigneux 
C'est toujours là où vont les crados 
C'est le rendez-vous des raclos 
 Seul endroit où tu vois tes potos 
C'est toujours ouvert c'est comme un bistrot 
C'est toujours ouvert.
C'est toujours ouvert.
Ça se passe comme ça au greasy spoon
Ça se passe comme ça.
J'suis encore défoncé au greasy spoon 
Et c'est comme ça.

Greasy Spoon

Au greasy spoon

Au Greasy Spoon

Bow bow chicka ba bow ba bow wooo!
I cut it up and think about wooo!
We’ve got the thieves on the ground
Don’t know whats up so grab my instagram yeah,
Lets fuck down here
while were out here by the bend
In this shady grove
we’re making love forever til the end
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Youve got this down here my pretty little sugar
Ive got too much time on my hands
Got not much more time left
Got melons in my basket
Lets twist these little berries yeah baby!
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Lets Fuck down here
while were out here by the bend
In this shady grove we’re making love
forever til the end
Falling apples in the breeze
I am down upon my knees
Shes eating saskatoons
calling fourth the birds and bees.
Underneath the cherry trees
I will make her cherry bleed
Wild roses in her hair
Oh shit theres a bear.
Oh shit theres a bear,
Shes got roses in her hair
And the ankle underwear
And her ass is pretty bare
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!
Lets Fuck Down Here
While were out here by the bend
Picking up our cans so we don’t
Get in trouble again
A Soo Wa Hum please let us stay
Pick up our cans its 9:30
Bow Bow Chicka Ba Bow Ba Bow Woo!

A Soo Wa Hum

A thumping, harmony-laden indie/alt rock tune reminiscent of Polyphonic Spree and Arcade Fire. An alternate lead vocal weaves through the bridge as the song builds from bare bones to a layered crescendo, before settling into an intimate outro of piano and intertwined voices.

The reason

The Void

Void Algorithm

Void Algorithm - The Void

In a cozy corner of a dimly lit café, a man and a woman sit across from each other, their eyes locked in a playful dance. Between them, a pair of dice lies on the table, ready to roll. This simple game of chance mirrors the intricate and unpredictable nature of love, where every throw of the dice holds the promise of excitement, connection, and discovery.
With each roll, they share laughter, smiles, and moments of quiet intensity. The dice tumble across the table, much like the ebb and flow of their emotions. Sometimes, they land perfectly, sparking a shared victory and a burst of joy. Other times, the outcome is uncertain, leading to thoughtful glances and the thrill of the unknown.
As the game progresses, the man and the woman reveal more of themselves, their hopes, dreams, and vulnerabilities.

Play The Game

Snow Moon is the name of the full moon for February, and so this is the next track in our (as yet, unanamed) album that @APi_ZZ and I are making to honour each of the 12 moons of the year. We hope you enjoy it!

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2025 

Music and cover art APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2025 

WORDS: 

Snow Moon came sailing in on a black anvil cloud
And gazed down at the red roofs in the hushed vale below.
The people were fatigued, that much she knew. 
They felt it had been a long time since Yule, 
The grey-skied days were taking their toll. 
She could hear them as they slumbered on.
Their dreams and prayers stole through her heart 
On their way up the silver stairway to the stars. 

She waved to Aquarius, the Water Bearer,
In no time, sparkling crystals filled his pails,
And he tipped them down towards the vale. 
White lace fractal flakes fell in silent veils, 
Each one complete in itself; unique in shape,
Swaying in murmurations, in soundless accord, 
Whispering into swansdown drifts and banks
And turning the valley into a winter wonderland. 

Snow Moon shone in pleasure at her twinkling boon
Until dawn, when the Sun rose to light the scene 
With an iridescent pink and coral sheen. 
Then two small boys pulled back their blinds, 
Rubbing the sleep from their eyes in delight 
And wonder that their whole world was now white. 
They ran downstairs: “Dad! It’s snow! It’s snow! 
“Do you think the schools will be closed?” 

Dad smiled at the memory of his first Snow Day. 
No trains could run; black ice covered the lanes
It was days before the snow ploughs got through. 
So he knew that there was only one thing to do. 
He went out to his shed, the boys jumping in tow, 
And he reached up to bring down an odd-looking gizmo, 
“What’s that, Dad?” his sons wanted to know,
“It’s a toboggan,” he replied with eyes alight. “Let’s go!”

Snow Moon

King’s Solitude continues the story of King of Nothing, following a ruler trapped by the same struggles faced by kings throughout history. Drifting through vast halls of power, he discovers that the higher the throne, the deeper the isolation. Synths swell and fade like distant echoes, reflecting the weight of a crown that, despite civilization’s advancements, feels more like a cage.

https://on.soundcloud.com/1B1aR6NH9JSPM3eX8

King’s Solitude

huvudvärk

Floating Veins

Pequeños detalles orgánicos —gotas, clics, respiraciones procesadas— se entrelazan con un bajo cálido y estable. Una pieza íntima que parece flotar dentro del cuerpo.

Floating Veins Gravityless

Gathering what strays by day, folding it into unspoken order by night. A keeper of pieces no eye can count.

Follow me on Instagram! Putting together a community and there is much to discover. 

I drop my latest releases there, post cool music-related stuff, and share my favorite tracks curated as Amok Sun.

Dear stars, thank for being part of the journey! If you want to support me, please spread the word. 
Sending all my love to you! 🫶🌞

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Bio

Amok Sun is the moniker of Silviu Iosif, a UK-based independent music artist and visual designer. His sound fuses emotional depth with precision engineering—where IDM, techno, and drum & bass collide with design-level detail. With roots in alternative and psychedelic rock, Amok Sun now explores the cutting edge of modern electronic music.

A former UX designer and researcher, Silviu approaches music like a system—structured, conceptual, and self-contained. He handles every aspect himself, from composition to visuals, crafting a unified artistic identity.

Recent highlights include Held by Silence, Pathfinder (with Spacey Panda), and the full-length 233°C. He’s released with TITAN Music (Melbourne) and Berlin’s Beta-Time Records—continuing to push underground electronic music into new terrain.