Watch the video:

https://kandinskynoir.bandcamp.com/video

Guitars: Robin Schulte
https://www.facebook.com/robin.schulte.75

Mixed and Mastered by: Modern Nihilism Recordings
https://www.facebook.com/ModernNihilismRecordings

Artwork Model: Marta C. 
https://www.instagram.com/spatkaufberlin/

Shadows of wonder
Tempting to bite us
Victims of sympathy.

Time and its demons,
Face the delirium,
Face how we fade away.

Wrath encompasses,
Frames of the past,
A mania to be displayed.

Desperate holding
Onto these corpses,
Time does not heal instead.

Verweile doch,
Du bist so schön!
Verweile dort,
In deinem Fluch!

And we're leaving Opfera,
We forsake this sudden grace,
In these violent moments,
Loss is the medicine.

And we're ready to depart,
No room for empty regrets
In this rising horror,
Godspeed, your innocence.

Shaking hands grasp
A mirror to vanish
Image of this decay.

Time and its wonders
Conceal repentance,
Till we will slip away.

Verweile doch,
Du bist so schön!
Verweile dort,
In Deiner Flucht!

And we're leaving Opfera,
We forsake this sudden grace,
In these violent moments,
Loss is the medicine.

And we're ready to depart,
No room for empty regrets
In this rising horror,
Godspeed, our innocence.

OPFERA

Mix&Master: Modern Nihilism Recordings

https://www.facebook.com/ModernNihilismRecordings/

Music video by Iya Poteshkina: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwS8OnL99OM

Iya on Instagram: https://instagram.com/ms_trayr

Two Chords is the attempt to describe the relationship between power and art: how these 2 are connected diachronically in the profit driven perpetuation of successfully proven structures. The utter simplification of  the artistic production / fruition represents a countermovement to the disruptive potential of expression. Brecht would say: Natura facit saltus (Nature makes a jump), implying that the harmonic linearity of entertaining is the origin of fiction and of soothing ideological overpower per se. 


Two Chords

And in the distance the icons calling, 
We serve the purpose, master's alibi
The odd and dissonant are overwhelming
Obliterated like thieves in the night

One time to sink, 
Two times to split the circle
One time to lead, 
Two times to mesmerise.

Two chords to die,
To soothe our eyes, 
To solve the conflicts, 
Make us blind

Two chords to lie,
To grip our mind, 
This bread and circuses
Cuts deep inside. 

To wish upon a star? 
Who needs to see these scars? 

And in the slaughterhouse of our perception
We lose our senses in the masterplan
Another hit, another chant to march to, 
Another lullaby to neutralise. 

One time for fame,
Two times to meet the abyss
One time for crave, 
Two times to feed the masses. 

Two chords to die,
To soothe our eyes, 
To solve the conflicts, 
Make us blind. 

Two chords to lie,
To grip our mind, 
This bread and circuses
Cuts deep inside. 

To wish upon a star? 
Who needs to see these scars?

Mono-Maniac
Contro-versial 
Ecstasy and suicide
Discipline and call to arms! 

A di-lemma
Anti-pleasant
Ecstasy and suicide
Discipline and call to arms!

Two Chords

And Justine for All started during its composition as a pure exercise of style, a postmodern pastiche and a natural continuation of Miss Hauntology under different resemblance. 

Justine, passive protagonist of De Sade´s Novel "Justine ou les Malheurs de la vertu" meets Metallica´s 1988 Album And Justice for all. 

It became through personal occurrences a narration of a wreckage, where words shifted in their meaning from a mere BDSM scene, a hunt, to a final statement of loss and deliverance from the past. 

An entombment and a self burial in the guise of a mortal intercourse, switching the signs of domination.

Mix and Master: www.instagram.com/modernnihilismrecordings/

Artwork by: https://instagram.com/lenaerger?utm_medium=copy_link

Model:
https://instagram.com/tini_borg?utm_medium=copy_link

Lyrics:

Watch out, my dear
Release is closing in
This sign of absolution
Temptation, retribution 

Bursting
Drowning
Shifting
Marking

Our deathstyle. 

This hand is seeking for your virtue
To tear it down. 

She, a sensual mortal rite, 
A reckless violence delight, 
And Justine for All in sight. 

She, who never touches ground, 
Prometheus bound, 
And Justine for All in sight:

Guess who'll punish you tonight? 

Breathe in, my dear
No word is safe enough 

Burning
Daring
Shredding
Melting

Our deathstyle. 

This rage is seeking for your limits
To tear 'em down. 

She, a sensual mortal rite, 
A reckless violence delight, 
And Justine for All in sight. 

She, who never touches ground, 
Prometheus bound, 
And Justine for All in sight:

Guess who'll ravish you tonight? 

(Justine is done, Devotion blind, so eliciting
Exposing long lost purity, so conceding, 
Through her limbs our lust burns, hoping to find
Satisfaction, crushing her with vivid lies.)

And Justine for All

A Substitute for Love is the first attempt in writing a ballad: The slower pace and the immediately recognizable chord progression of the intro, reminiscent of H.I.M. leave space then to more Nu Metal vibes in the verse and turning into a progressive metal cavalcade in the mid section.


The two topics of the lyrics are deeply connected with each other. On one hand bulimia and the tendency to ritual self devouring excess and expulsion of the necessary to maintain a neurotic control. 


On the other hand it is the story of an unrequited love, of the same excess of binging through the other and of an end made of distance and longing.


Two topics related to each other through rejection, through a final unsuccessful recognition of what used to feed, metaphorically and literally.


The closing line "Never forgive, never forget” can be applied to both situations - to the rejected, thriving inside the loop of the distance and still unable to find peace. To the bulimic disorder itself, in its tendency towards repetition and annihilation.


Love feeds. Love purges. Regurgitate and glorify.


The video, created by Maksim Berg, was shot in Minsk / Belarus. Through the words of the director:


"When we do not accept ourselves, we try to appropriate or destroy what we like, fleeing from ourselves in mania, forgetting ourselves."

_________________


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_________________


A Substitute for Love


Could it be the deceit of these last days? 

A sombre relief in disguise,

Could it be that we are caught in this slumber? 


And indifference cuts in the raw flesh,

The self in the siege it defies

Every memory, turning to absence.


Dissimulate and move away,

As fate will grip you in its invisible ways

Your skin, so clear, a battlefield of desire. 

Nothing compares to you,

A substitute for your love.


And no matter how far you are,

These hands will reach you,

And no matter how Idle. 


All these bodies around,

Satisfying hollow thirst. 

Nothing remains of you,

A substitute for your love.


So alienated, so reckless and secure, 

Your certainties crumble inside, 

Within the retch your beauty is a facade. 


And when predators will seek for your secrets, 

Your weakness will grow through their claws. 

You will remember what it used to be us. 


And distance feeds morbid appetites,

The more you leave, the faster the hunt becomes, 

Regurgitate and glorify, 

Nothing can hold your fall, 

A substitute for your love. 


And no matter how far you are,

These hands will reach you,

And no matter how Idle. 


All these bodies around,

Satisfying hollow thirst. 

Nothing remains of you,

A substitute for your love.


And no matter how high you are, 

The lower you'll crawl, 

And no matter this emptiness


All these shadows around

Like your youth, they will fade, 

Nothing remains of us, 

A substitute for this love. 


Mirror, mirror on the wall 

Dolboieb i pizdobol


Never forgive, never forget. 



A Substitute for Love

Suicide is Control with Iryna Vyshnevska is the description of a mental state within the condition of the reiterating lockdowns of the last years. Losing grip on reality, the helplessness of empty days and a mortal syllogism: suicide as retaking control on one's existence, once for the last time, and control as a form of self annihilation.

Follow Iryna on Instagram: https://instagram.com/vyshnevska_/

Follow Iryna's Band Angered Crowd:
https://instagram.com/angeredcrowd_official/

Mixed and Mastered by: https://instagram.com/modernnihilismrecordings/

Artwork by: 
https://instagram.com/lenaerger/

Lyrics:

Take it from us, Mother
Within your womb,
These prayers are going to dissolve.

Obedient, this human periphery 
In tension towards demise.

This organised mass disguise
This psalm of the thorns,
To dominate over reality.

Mother, we come back,
As clean as our thoughts
We love as we cease to exist! 

Servants, sycophants,
Longing for initiation
Senseless mumbling,
Of will and determination.

Suicide is Control
Control is Suicide
Suicide is control
Control is mine

Symbolic recall
And existential genocide
Suicide is control
Control is mine.

Nimm es von uns, Mutter, 
In Deinem Schoß
Gebete der Wüste 

Gehorchend, das letzte Mal, 
Bis der Atem ausgeht, 
Ein allerspätes Geschenk. 

Das graue Gesetz der Väter 
fließt hart in dem Ader, 
Verfechter dieses unbewussten Monopols.

Nimm es von uns, Mutter
Es ist endlich hin!
Wir ficken, bis der Tod uns vergibt! 

Sinn und Form,
Willenlose Geisterfahrt,
Erlösung und Norm,
Wir steuern auf das Ende.

Suicide is Control
Control is Suicide
Suicide is control
Control is mine

Symbolic recall
And existential genocide
Suicide is control
Control is mine.

S.I.C. (Suicide is Control) feat. Iryna Vyshnevska

As the title may suggest, the genesis of “2 Minutes” was influenced by the ongoing conflict in Ukraine and it is deeply related to occurrences of private nature: waiting for someone to leave a country in increasing danger at that time, imagining what is actually happening right now and understanding the worries of our previous life do not play their old role anymore.

The language used for the lyrics is the one we have all become more aware of these days: a bellic saturation of concepts projected but in the perspective of the love siege, detached from the original meaning. 

Stylistically the track reminds of the 80ies glam metal, with a determinate concentration on guitar virtuosity, powerful synth lines and paced rhythms. The atmosphere of the track escalates until the final riff in which obscure scales accompany an odd time in ⅞.

Mix and Master: https://instagram.com/modernnihilismrecordings
Model Track Artwork: https://instagram.com/l.larek

Lyrics:

Two minutes to dare,
Two minutes to run,
Two minutes to swear we won't come undone.

Two minutes to picture how we shone.

Too caught in your lines,
A tension that rises,
A time to unite, a will to divide,

A longing as bridge across confines.

Between OPFERA and Justine
A Substitute for Dom Juan,
Feeling Nothing but Hauntologies.

All the KIX to avoid reality,
All the master's alibis
Disappear in the wait, 
Disappear in the glow of the fight.

Two minutes,
Two minutes,
Till you attack,
We got no more resistance.

Two minutes,
Don't hesitate.

Two minutes,
Two minutes,
The battleground of our senses 
Surrender.

Two minutes,
Overtake,
Overtake me!

Two minutes to flee,
Two minutes and goodbye,
Two minutes to choose between wrong and right.

Two minutes and you are out of sight.

The days of the chase, the instant of truce,
A moment of bet, who wins, who will lose?

Escalation, no signs of defuse.

Between nostalgia and promises,
We're not eager to succumb,
As the seasons pass by,
Two minutes for you to return.

Two minutes,
Two minutes,
The alarm sounds,
To the pace of the war tanks 

Two minutes,
To escape.

Two minutes,
Two minutes,
Don't pacify our senses,
Deliver them.

Two minutes,
Liberate
Liberate me!

Oh, baby, baby, can you hear the sirens?
Oh baby, baby can you hear this voice?
Oh, baby , baby, it's a warzone rendezvous,
Oh, baby, baby, two minutes are hard to endure.

Two Minutes or A Warzone Rendezvous

Another Substitute" represents the continuation and expansion of "A Substitute for Love", released in December 2021. 

If the first song dealt with the topic of bulimia and indifference, this 3 parts suite switches the focus on the influence of capitalist power relationships within the realm of love: experiencing the Otherness as a matter of consumption, as a product to be replaced as soon as this gets obsolete and improductive. 

Hunger turns to greed in this long track, caught in the machinery of power establishment reproduction throughout the series of substitutes, a series that promises liberation and self determination while it shows the underlying truth of the dominance of the object over the illusion of the subject. 

10 Minutes in completely different styles: 

A slower prelude in 18/4 and 14/4 with deep French Spoken vocals by Valérie Hendrich and a bass solo;

An industrial metal mid section characterised by a main riff in 15/4, a soft chorus and a rich guitar solo;

A final part in black metal style with a coda in 21/4. 

The 2 melodic leitmotivs introduced in the first part are reprised in rhythmic and sonic variations throughout the song.

Another Substitute - Pt. 3 Thus Shifting Absolute

Another Substitute - Pt. 1 Tarte Tatare

Another Substitute - Pt. 2 - Don't Luk Too Far

Another Substitute Pt. 1- 3

Between Vanity and Denial is the description of a crisis: in the moment of a loss of coordinates in the attempt of analysing our position within reality, the acknowledgment of the power of routines and their submission to time as driving force.

It is an act of witness of a becoming: becoming Death, without sensing properly its significance: 

It is a silent caesura from  a phase of knowledge as existential influence on the objects surrounding us to knowledge as consciousness to be an object among objects and therefore a victim of the passage of seasons. 

It is a blatant manifesto of a struggle with the unreachable, an invitation to lay down imaginary arms, as these have existed only in the illusion of a frame that can no longer be shielded by the simple utterance of “tomorrow”, but revives itself in filtered nuances of our yesterdays. 

As the accumulation of days is not a treasure but a burden that whispers its “nevermore” at every attempt of developing into action. 



Mix, Master, additional bass: Andy J. Davies (Sirens of Light) 
https://www.instagram.com/sirens_of_light

Additional Choirs: Elisa Pambianchi (3+Dead)
https://www.instagram.com/elisapambianchi
https://www.instagram.com/3plusdead

Cover artwork: Wiktoria Ochota

https://www.instagram.com/v_desire_

Lyrics: 

It’s getting cold and the colder it gets, 
This immobility grips us tighter,
The eons dominate the scene,
Mise en abyme.

It’s getting dull and these reflections vibrate,
Stuck in the decay of the flesh.
Surrendering to seasons, aimless,
End of excess.

(And we cannot bear to witness any longer
The sheer aggression of the equinox,
Held within a repetition)

In the wish to fade away.

Through adoration and despise,
Between vanity and denial,
When all is said and all is done,
When horizons tend to grey,
Another day,
Between vanity and denial.

It’s getting slow, fatal revolution,
Trapped in the gravity of these memories,
Feasting upon our entropies,
Time of the obscene.

It’s getting low, this libido,
Unlearning known spells of dualities,
Unyielding pulls this tourniquet,
Reiterate.

(And I cannot bear to witness any longer
The rapacity of your eyes,
That insatiable hunger for novelty)

In the wake of this malaise.

Through adoration and despise,
Between vanity and denial,
When all is said and all is done,
When horizons tend to grey,
Another day,
Between vanity and denial.


And now? What is left to be?
A growing silence
Spreads in these tired limbs,
Nevermore!

What is left to see?
When nothing stuns,
When everything is pantomime,
Nevermore!


An anthem to numbered days,
We castaways…

So long, to the floods and passions,
So long, to the embrace of life,
So long!

Between Vanity and Denial

fiXXXer is a synth rock cover of Metallica’s 1997 closing track for the Reload Album.

Mix, Mastering and Additional Bass: Andy J. Davies (Sirens of Light)

——

Written by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich & Kirk Hammett.

All rights to © Metallica,  James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich & Kirk Hammett and © Creeping Death Music 

No rights reserved.
No copyright infringement intended.

——

Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we'll fall or merely stumble

Can you heal what father's done?
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?

Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me

Mirror, mirror upon the wall
Break this spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust

Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me

Blood for face, sweat for dirt
Three X's for the stone
To break this curse a ritual due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun, pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith which way we can
To fall in love with life again

fiXXXer (Cover by Metallica)

fiXXXer (Metallica cover)

Production, Mix, Mastering, Additional Bass: Andy J. Davies
https://www.instagram.com/sirens_of_light/
Drums: Fabio Alessandrini (Ex-Annihilator)
https://www.instagram.com/f.alessandrini/
Artwork:https://www.instagram.com/kmll_photo/

Lyrics: 

We drift along forgotten days,
Intimidate, retaliate
Mes longs adieux, tes neiges d'antan
My indifference, your plans to dominate

You gravitate 

Above, enthroned,
The shrines of love
Don’t glimmer as they used to.

Implore, encore,
The show goes on, on

Cathartic, cataleptic 

We need a

Shift of paradigm,
Beyond reciprocal imposture,
Shift of paradigm,
Deliver us from fragile lust,

Mistrust

Our wonders doomed to obsolescence,
Our abstinence, our thirst for dogmata.

This blackmail forged in a requiem
My penitence,
We long for new paradigms.

We flow along this silence
Linear descent, indulgence,
“Car me voyant sans exigences,
Elle me croyait sans besoins” 
Two minutes to

Precipitate

Hello, halo? This hollow chant à deux
No longer benumbs,

Your status quo is afterglow,
Lysergic, homeostatic

We need a 

Shift of paradigm,
Beyond reciprocal imposture,
Shift of paradigm,
Deliver us from fragile lust,

Mistrust

Our wonders doomed to obsolescence,
Our abstinence, our thirst for dogmata.

This blackmail forged in a requiem
My penitence,
We long for new paradigms.

Run from evidence
Truths to eradicate, run
Fate is not lenient
For those who live out of scum.

Ach, wie gut, dass niemand weiß
Dass ich der Perverse heiß!
Heute Liebe in Seele und Leib,
Doch morgen ist alles vorbei!

A Shift of Paradigm

https://whitelight-whiteheat.com/new-music/synth/wl-wh-track-of-the-day-kandinsky-noir-miss-hauntology/

Mixing & Mastering: Joshua A. Pfeiffer

Miss Hauntology

A special thanks to Marie from Grabyourface for her prompt collaboration and her majestic French vocals.  

Mix & Mastering: Joshua A. Pfeiffer

Waiting for a tragedy, 
Looping into anomy, 
A desert beyond recognition. 

Conquering, an iteration
Be divided, no salvation, 
Inward calling to descend. 

Insatiable hunger
Will tear us asunder
To prey and consume
Behold the doom. 

Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?
Combien de peaux doit-on comprendre?
Car la pierre te grignote,
Et l'écran te réconforte,
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

How many nights will we live by
This game we didn't want to try? 
As the stone still devours
And a screen counts the hours
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

Faces melting into one, 
No rest till this work is done, 
A self deceiving ecstasy. 

Power struggle, no completion
Abuse fosters repetition 
Pleasuring the unknown. 

The stone will end the chain, 
This loss is no one's gain, 
Be prey, be consumed, 
Be prey of whom? 

Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?
Combien de peaux doit-on comprendre?
Car la pierre te grignote,
Et l'écran te réconforte,
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

How many nights will we live by
This game we didn't want to try? 
As the stone still devours
And a screen counts the hours
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?

Spoken - from Herzkranzgefäß by Heiner Müller 

Gewitter im Gehirn  
(Storm in the brain) 
Blei in den Adern  
(Lead in the veins)

Was du nicht wissen wolltest, 
(What you didn't want to know)
Zeit ist Frist
(Time is a term)

Die Bäume auf der Heimfahrt
(The trees on the way home)
Schamlos grün
(Shamelessly green)

DOM-J (feat. Grabyourface)

This is a cover of "KIX" by Per Gessle from the Album "The World according to Gessle" (1997)

Original Credits:

Songwriter: Per Gessle
Producers: Per Gessle, Michael Ilbert & Clarence Öfwerman


All around the world you go
All around the world you go
All around the world you go
The more you go
The less you know, hey baby
You'll never stand a chance

All you're lookin' for is somebody to feed you
All you're lookin' for is something is the air
All you're gettin' are some trash to breathe
The more you leave
The more we love you, baby
Why should you stand a chance?

All that you love
All that you need
You came in for kix
All that you love
All that you need
You came here for kix

You're a super accident
You're a major accident
Everybody's tryin' to pay the rent
- "Out she went!"
It's heaven sent, hey baby
You'll never understand

All that you love
All that you need
You came in for kix
You're workin' so hard
On your demand
It's all about kix

All that you love
All that you dig
You came in for kix
It's all in your head
It's all in your blood
It's all about kix

Monotron & Minilogue Solo: Zach Burnett
komrads.bandcamp.com

Mixing and Mastering: Joshua A. Pfeiffer
www.facebook.com/jpfeifferaudio

Cover Art Model: Marta C.
www.instagram.com/spatkaufberlin/

KIX (Original by Per Gessle)

Between 80ies, EBM, Post-Punk, Industrial, Progressive Metal is Kandinsky Noir, a lockdown project from Berlin by Anto. 

KaNo is catchy choruses, roaring riffs bouncing synths, modulations, dissonances and odd time signatures. 

https://whitelight-whiteheat.com/new-music/wl-wh-video-of-the-day-kandinsky-noir-feeling-nothing-the-privilege-of-the-rope-feat-elisa-of-3dead/

https://soundsandshadows.com/2021/05/18/video-review-interview-kandinsky-noir-two-chords/

https://www.elektrospank.com/media-gallery/video-pick/357-kandinsky-noir-releases-new-video-single-two-chords

IG: https://www.instagram.com/kandinskynoir2/

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