Sinz is a DJ & event promoter from San Jose, Costa Rica. Her first endeavor was when she founded the Techno EBM collective Drogdanzing. Which was one of the first collectives in the local underground scene and she became one of the few DJs characterized by playing this genre in her country. She is currently part of independent producers Son Letal and she is also working on her two DJ projects Lucretia Døse and Sinz.

This last is a proposal with dark and energetic sounds influenced by old school EBM, New Beat, evolving to harder sounds such as TBM, Dark Techno, Industrial, Electro and many more.

Links: 

IG: 
	•	https://www.instagram.com/lucretia.sinz
	•	https://www.instagram.com/sonletal
SC: 
	•	https://soundcloud.com/drogdanzing
	•	https://soundcloud.com/sonletal


For the full tracklist please follow our facebook page : www.facebook.com/darkdisc0

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I admit it, I have a slight problem with hard bop. Not because it’s popular, and not because it isn’t great (well, the good stuff… there are a lot of mindless late-50s blowing sessions, too), but just because it has a programmatic assertiveness that doesn’t match my mood very often, not these days anyway. So, behold: a set of hard-swinging barnburners to make amends.

Setlist:


Horace Silver – Señor Blues / Six Pieces of Silver (0:00)
Nat Adderley – Work Song / Work Song (6:59)
Wynton Kelly – Kelly Blue / Kelly Blue (11:12)
Phineas Newborn, Jr. – Oleo / A World of Piano (22:00)
Sonny Rollins – Tune Up / Newk’s Time (25:01)
Lee Morgan – Mr. Kenyatta / Search For the New Land (30:43)
Bobby Timmons – Date Dere / This Here is Bobby Timmons (39:19)
Red Garland – Birks’ Works / Soul Junction (44:41)
John Coltrane – Blue Train / Blue Train (52:12)
Art Blakey – Ping Pong / Roots & Herbs (1:02:50)
Donald Byrd – Ghana / Byrd in Flight (1:09:42)
Art Farmer and Benny Golson – Killer Joe / Meet the Jazztet (1:16:53)
Hank Mobley – Dig Dis / Soul Station (1:21:49)
Sonny Clark – Blue Minor / Cool Struttin’ (1:27:54)
Johnny Griffin – Woody’n You / Johnny Griffin Sextet (1:38:08)

#23: Straight On View

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i like it hard
i like it soft

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i like it hardcore

Pleased to meet, I’m half chewed burger meat.

Brand new deadbeat on the same street of a borough I haven’t heard of. 

Liquors got my GERD up. 

Im stirred up. 

You can see my ribs if you lift my shirt up.

Try me.

Fine by me if you can’t find me. 

While you’re vibing, I’m conniving. 

Maybe I’ve been dying to find a new scene. 

I react quite bashfully, actually its all part of my noggins acrobatic faculty. 

Bastard me, asking it be handed right back to me, 

kindly. 

Cause when its my hiney following yours blindly. 

You might just find me in a bind counting dimes 

69th in line at the clandestine lobotomy clinic. 

Talk smack its not a gimmick.

Cold days and heartache, sprinkle some cynic in it. 

Scenic route with it when I make my friends, 

count on me cause I don’t pretend. 

Phonies on my phone even though they don’t know me. 

Focus on my eyes if you’re gonna fucking blow me. 

Its so me, needing consoling. 

Maybe I should try that old Fluoxetine.


Hurdy Gurdy way im cranky and I’m strung up. 

Pour a cup of fuckup in the mix, hanky panky in a twist.

Maybe I was born like this. 

Maybe God ignored my wish.

I dont care, he’s not mon frère, 

play the fanfare cause im out of here. 

Wind in my hair its a fair stance. 

Chaperoned by the vibes I freelance. 

Look,

Before I throw a fit, im calling it quits.

Offering shit to all of us kids.

Swallowing it, and just as i did, the following went off to wallow again. 

Forgot my pen, this one is staying within. 

Itching to pay dividends.

Its a pain to resent, head full of intent. 

Headed for a vicious pretense, taking offense.

Not so clear headed when indebted cause I bet I wasn’t vetted, never sweat it cause I thread it right through. 

Get me in the booth if you’re tryna hear the truth. 

Im talking to you or any who, what, when, where. How about now? 

Can you hear me? 

Talking to myself when the enemy is near me. 

It’s endearing how you fear me. 

When I keep my mouth shut clearly you get wearyyyyyyy.

Burger meat

Prayin

Hatin

Stayin 

Waitin

For the fake thought that's in my head. 

I can feel her in my bed

She was dead last time I said

All the lies that were in my head 

The lies that I've been fed.

There's darker times ahead.

Go ahead and wait for me,

Please just stay I'll make coffee.

Your company, it comforts me.

Out with the way I used to be freefalling into ecstasy. 

Every time you were sitting next me.

I'm heavily obsessed with the idea that was supposed to be owed to me. 

You formed without warning. 

Be forreal...

I never knew what's real.

I just had time to kill filled it with frills,

swallow that pill still walking uphill.

You were a thrill fuck how I feel. 

But its still my eyes you steal, 

still my lies at the wheel. 

I don't like girls I like women.

I am coy when it comes to winning. 

Living decoy annoyed by the words unwritten. 

How fitting...

403 Forbidden. 

I'm livid living vivid imagery where you're not missing. 

But I cant see cause I lost my vision, 



And that's on me so I'll quit my bitching.

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