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Autumn 2025 Support List - Volume V

Follow The Reader ( Welcome To The Umbrella Corporation © )

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors is the second album by Labobros, realeased on the 20th December 2021. This is an experimental album in terms of sounds, music styles and languages.

So many collaborations from every part of the world like: Cesareo (Elio e le Storie Tese), Paolo Tofani (Area International Group), Mourad Musset (La Rue Ketanou), Jinian Wilde (David Cross Band), Peter Lacey, Jade Marie, Pasquale Nigro, Alfonso Sacchetti, Benigno Grillo, Roberto De Rosis, Natale Novellis, Serafino Zangaro, Vero Luz, Joe Figg, Gabriele Vignati.

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors

Egg Fields (Feat. Jinian Wilde)

Difunta Correa

" CHAINS "

can’t stop it

This country be like.

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Guitars, programming & vox by The Darkstars.

Cover design by M. Whyte.

*Dread Helm Records [DHR0014]*

Shellshock Ltd.

Invisibile

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Hallucinophonics - "White Eyes"
From the shadowed corridors of consciousness comes our latest transmission—a haunting exploration of the liminal spaces between life and death, reality and reverie.
"White Eyes" ventures into the darker chambers of the psyche, where ancient mansions hold memories that refuse to fade and spirits walk through candle-lit halls seeking what was lost. This track weaves together vintage Hammond organ, ethereal guitars, and atmospheric soundscapes to create a sonic séance that bridges the earthly and the eternal.
Crafted with analog warmth and cosmic intention, the song builds from whispered beginnings to transcendent climax, embodying our mission to articulate the ineffable through sound.
Experience the extraordinary by closing your eyes and letting the phantom guide you through the hall where time grows pale.
🕯️ Launching September 2025
🌌 Where the cerebral meets the celestial
Produced with vintage instruments and modern vision
Mixed in analog warmth
Mastered for cosmic transmission

White Eyes

Eyes Close

A crushing wave of heavy riffs, dark atmospheres, and raw energy. Supersonic takes you straight into the heart of chaos — where skulls crack, amps scream, and shadows burn. Turn it up loud, lose yourself in the storm.

Supersonic

Supersonic -  KRT Production

Tick, tock
truth is late
Clap, stomp
we still wait

Two plus two is five tonight
Wrong feels heavy, lies feel light
Shadows bend, the crowd obeys
Start again, there's no end

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time

Maps are drawn without the land
Castles built on grains of sand
Echoes ring, the night is loud
Wisdom hides inside the crowd

If the joke makes sense
It wasn't deep enough
If the nonsense lingers
It might be true

Shadows laugh
mirrors bend
Truth's a circle with no end
Clap once
stomp twice
Even lies can sound precise

Yeah! Numbers break
Yeah! Mirrors shake
Yeah! Nonsense rhymes
Yeah! It stands through time
Yeah! Clap, stomp, wait
Yeah! Truth is late

Tick, tock
Truth is late
Clap, stomp
We still wait

Truth Is Late (TikTok song)

My creation combines elements of electronic, classical, folk, world, and country music. It transports us into a soundscape. The emotional impact evokes nostalgia. The overall atmosphere is relaxed, laid-back, and energetic. This music is very emotional in nature, exploring several themes of disappointment.

I would like to take you on a journey through your reading. Thank you all.

Stormy Truce

I drew a line to measure truth
It bent itself into a loop
I tried to name the shape of time
It laughed and told me, "Not this time"

I chased the proof, the numbers lied
They split in two, then multiplied
The closer that I came to fact
The further it dissolved to act

Meaning hides in coded schemes
In broken clocks and endless dreams
The world’s a riddle, sharp and sly
It grins and winks each time you try

You reach for logic, it slips away
A paradox dressed in broad daylight
The punchline waits at the end of the play
It only lands when the timing’s right

Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!
Bazinga!

Bazinga

Somehow I thought the circle would get bigger, instead it’s getting smaller every day.
And the one thing that’s so hard for me to figure; do people really mean the things they say?
Here is what we know about the circle. No matter what, it never ends.
So how the hell can you ever break a circle? That’s the all-important question my friend.
Have we stopped to think about the consequences? Given thought to where it might all end?
Or is winning the only thing that really matters? We need time to let broken hearts mend.

We need time to clean the water and the air now.
Still a lot of fences left to mend.
We need time to repair the broken bridges.
We need time, and it’s time to take a stand.

If you truly split a circle in the middle, you’ll have two semi-circles every time.
But soon enough you’ll end up with two circles, neither one can ever see the other’s side.
That’s why, I think, we need some time for healing, to learn the art of compromise.
We need some time to stop and smell the roses. Up above the clouds are sunny skies.

We need time to clean the water and the air now.
Still a lot of fences left to mend.
We need time to repair the broken bridges.
We need time, and it’s time to take a stand.

We need lessons in civility & patience. Open conversations on our knees.
And we all need to stop thinking with our wallets.
We need compassion, we need laughter, we need peace.

Will the circle be unbroken? Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by. By and by.

Broken Circle

When the voices call you scrolling
and their glow feels like the sea
they will steal your midnight hours
and disguise them as a dream

When the headlines kiss your eyelids
and the slogans stroke your skin
you keep leaning into windows
that were never meant to open

When the prophets sell subscriptions
and the saints are pay-per-view
you confess into their servers
they remember more than you

When the mirror starts replying
and it smiles the way you type
every gesture feels rehearsed
every silence gets a like

When the chorus drowns your heartbeat
and the static feels like home
you are singing with the sirens
though you think you're not alone

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

You can't mute the hum
you can't close the glow
you can't stop what you know

You can't kill the song
you can't break the spell
you can't silence the well

You can't turn it down
you can't turn away
you can't turn off yourself

Digital Sirens

This song portrays a narrator consumed by madness, addiction, and violent urges, fully embracing chaos and self-destruction. It’s a furious, provocative outburst where inner demons are unleashed as raw power on stage.

Bad Thought

They asked for proof
I offered none
They measured silence
Filed it under non-compliance

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But the desert disagrees

They checked my spine 
for humps of pride
Found vertebrae of doubt instead
They nodded - classic case

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
Still they bring the rope

Every question comes pre-answered
Every form already signed

I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
I'm not a camel
But they keep the sand on file

I'm not
I'm not

Not a Camel

Pop Punk/ Rock
co-produced, mixed, mastered, and cover art by

@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

When You're Gone

Original composition……Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Luz De Vela

The clock's a flirt with perfect teeth
It bites each hour beneath my breath
I lead, it follows - no, the reverse
A tango measured in rehearse

Step, slip, sign, send
The dance begins again
She whispers, "Late is still on time"
I nod - her logic tastes like wine

Footnotes wink, the data moans
Each theorem grinding on its bones
I count to ten, revise, delete
The mirror mocks my tangled feet

My dear Deadline
you move like smoke
I chase, you choke
When I catch you
I vanish
and you begin again

Step, slip, sign, send
The song pretends to end
The paper breathes, the cursor blinks
The tango winks, the tango thinks

Tomorrow, same time?
Of course

Deadline Tango

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

“Walk In The Park” by Northern Sky is about those simple, golden moments that feel like they could last forever. It’s a song for lazy Saturday afternoons, wandering with someone you love, talking about everything and nothing. Warm sunlight, soft melodies, and that feeling of getting a little lost together — until the stars come out.

Walk In The Park

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Bud Bop Feat. Marky B (Azanda Refix/Edit)
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ELEVATION

Automatic (Acoustic Version)

Nobody's Fault

Pop Punk/ Rock

co-produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by

@a7-recording-studio

www.a7recordingstudio.com

a7recordingstudio@gmail.com

If I'm Dead, You've All Been Dead For Weeks

A sensual and introspective ballad, the vocals and guitars are free to express never-ending rock feelings. Listening to it transports us back to the '60s with psychedelic sounds and lyrics.

IN THE WOOD NEXT TO ME

Blues-rock song about talking to someone who’s long gone — replaying old conversations and trying to move on, but still stuck in that loop of what you wish you’d said.

Electric Guitar: Clay Willis
Acoustic Guitar: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Keyboards: Bob Patin
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie Laverty, Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written, Mixed & Produced by Will Montgomery

[Verse 1]
Lights are low, and the coffee’s cold,
Another night getting old.
Your ghost still walks these wooden floors,
Even though you don’t call no more.
I rehearse what I’d say if you came around,
But all I do is speak out loud...

[Chorus]
Talking to myself again,
Like you’re still on the other end.
Words I never said out loud,
Fill an empty room somehow.
I should move on, but I pretend—
Yeah, I’m talking to myself again.

[Verse 2]
Your sweater’s still on the second chair,
Guess I leave it there on a dare.
Tried dating once, didn’t last,
She smiled like you—but that passed.
Told her stories I meant for you,
Didn’t feel right, but I played it through.

[Chorus]
Talking to myself again,
Caught in a loop I can’t defend.
The jokes you’d laugh at fall flat now,
But I still say them out loud.
Guess I’m not ready to hit “The End”—
So I’m talking to myself again.

[Bridge]
Maybe someday I’ll get it right,
Quit chasing shadows in the night.
But until I do, I’ll stay right here—
Whispering words you’ll never hear...

[Guitar Solo]

[Final Chorus]
Talking to myself again,
Trying to find out where I’ve been.
Your name still fits between my lines,
Like a song I lost in time.
If silence is how this has to end,
I’ll just keep talking to myself... again.

[Outro]
Yeah, I’m talking...
Still talking to myself again.

Talking To Myself Again

She Died On A Monday Morning W/Skincut

Relieve This Pain (Prod Lil Wondr Boy x tiresss)

An ecletic mix of old and new, rock and dance, slow and fast tempo, light and dark mixed live for Halloween with some surprises thrown in for spooky measure.

Play in the background of any party or sit and eat candy with your headphones turned up

Happy Halloween

Tracklist
Black Magic Woman (Tony's Acapella)
SPIDERS - Lola Young
Bad Moon Rising (from Wednesday Series 2)
Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon
Creeping up the Backstairs - The Fratellis 
The Dead Dance - Lady GaGa
Goo Goo Muck (Club Mix) - Dark Society
Physical (Claptone Mix) - Dua Lipa
Psycho Killer - Block & Crown
The Killing Moon - Echo and the Bunnymen
I Put a Spell on You - Jeff Beck & Joss Stone 
Zombie - Bella Poarch
Monster - The Automatic
Insomnia (MONSTER MIX) - Faithless 

Halloween Day and Night Mix

"The Veil of Ash and Flame" This song explores a mysterious, nocturnal, ritualistic setting, featuring whispers coiling like serpents, bleeding candles, and shadows . Symbols carved in stone mark the soul's path as stars align and an ancient fire slowly burns with intense heat. 

Lyrics: ORPHEUS VECTOR 
Vocals: Roxy Black 
Cover: ORPHEUS VECTOR 

VEIL OF ASH AND FLAME

Pop Punk/Rock

If every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right

Wine and White Lines

ACT YOUR WAGE

Keep Fallin Feat.Jumex(Prod.Eric White)

Linger

Awareness. Świadomość.

YOU AN ME

Circle of Willis

Featured in the cult Tarantino film, "From Dusk Til Dawn", here's our version of "Angry Cockroaches" by Tito and Tarantula. No insects were harmed in the making of this track. 
Enjoy responsibly.

Deadline Tango

Axioms of Mediocrity