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Reversion To The Mean

Drive To The Horizon

Dive into the sonic waves of Satin Jackets and Tailor's second single on Satin Jackets’ own imprint,  as they once again prove their musical alchemy. The dynamic collaboration between German producer Tim Bernhardt, the creative force behind Satin Jackets, and soulful UK-based Singer/Songwriter Tailor continues to redefine the boundaries of Nu Disco, resulting in this new title called “Oceanside”.

With previous hits like “Somewhere In Paradise,” “Relapse,” and "Spell," Satin Jackets and Tailor have established themselves as a formidable pair. "Oceanside" is a captivating journey through shimmering synths, sultry vocals, and infectious beats that effortlessly transport listeners to a coastal dreamscape. Tailor's evocative lyrics, combined with Tim's masterful production, create an enchanting atmosphere that captures the essence of a sun-soaked beach party.

As Tailor sings, "But that sunlight got me open wider then," the song invites you to lose yourself in the rhythm and let the music carry you away. The track is a perfect blend of sophistication and dance-floor appeal, showcasing the duo's ability to craft not just tunes, but timeless hymns. With "Oceanside," Satin Jackets and Tailor prove once again that they are at the forefront of the Nu Disco movement, ready to keep audiences’ attention long term. Buckle up and let the waves of "Oceanside" wash over you, leaving you in a state of blissful musical euphoria.

Oceanside

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TheFutureDanceswithYou

She's Gone

A Deserted Place

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

80's horror-inspired "City Of The Dead" - a synthwave odyssey through a post-apocalypse. From the haunting synths and dark rhythms to the electric guitar riffs, each track represents the stillness of sorrow, the fragility of hope in the wake of death, and the ever-present danger of the living dead in a city that has fallen to the infection. For those who enjoy a bit of dystopia in their atmospheres and goosebumps-inducing sonics.

City Of The Dead

Escape

Move Your Body

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This is a reimagined version of "DedSec," crafted especially for Christmas and the cozy winter holiday spirit. Let this track set the mood for unforgettable moments, surrounded by great company and warm emotions. Enjoy every beat and celebrate the season with joy and love! 🎄🎶

DedSec (Christmas Edition) [Instrumental]

InfraTouch-Jetdrift [Mutant Rebels]

Neon Ghosts is our little detour into a completely different world – away from the dark realms, diving into a synthetic ocean of neon lights, retro beats, and cyberpunk melancholy. This synthwave–electro–ambient album is a passion project by Raphaela Hartmann, Sascha Häusler, and Thomas Kaiser – all devoted fans of synthwave and cyberpunk culture.

We simply couldn’t resist exploring this genre ourselves – painting glitch-stars across the digital sky and creating soundscapes that feel like neon rain, chrome dreams, and distant cityscapes.

This is just our first step – an experiment, a side project made with love and pure fun.
If you enjoy our little venture and the feedback is positive, we’ll continue building and expanding this journey.

Welcome aboard – the city never sleeps, and neither do we.

Memory

"Pulsar" es un viaje synthwave melódico y dinámico, con sintetizadores cálidos y armonías envolventes que te guían por un universo retro sin estridencias.

Pulsar

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Persevere

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