Spleen Time

Excuses Moi

Watch: youtu.be/2fHdv_cdYZ4
Vocal: Clara Alienor
Band: Kroklowafzi
Andreas Haunschmidt: Keyboard, Arrangement
Walter Stroblmeier: Bass
Werner Koblmiller:Drums
A.Mekkbuda: Guitar, Mix

This album is dedicated to Franz Kuppler, with whom I shared a deep friendship and who passed away in his time, and reminds us that he is always with us whenever we perceive it.

Later in the Evening

Thank you for listening.
a quiet walk through the universe within.

Space Walk

Here we go with Chip for Dead, an intense metal instrumental version of Left for Dead (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/left-for-dead) with a Chiptune twist (here you can find our Chiptune tracks: https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/sets/8-bit-vibes)!🔊 

You might have caught a sneak peek during the Bloopers in the Left for Dead video on YouTube (https://youtu.be/P2ARL50HuoU?si=Xs6FgJy8K1hpt5DM).

This track officially closes what we’ve been calling the Apocalyptic Trilogy (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/sets/apocalyptic-trilogy), though with the two instrumentals included, it’s really more of a Pentalogy (..does this word exist?)! Three main songs and two instrumental variations, all tied together in one epic saga.

Tom gave a hand with the synths on this one while focusing on production instead of vocals, and we’d love to hear what you think about this new twist in the comments below.
We’ll be back at the end of the month with a special Halloween track… in Italian (don’t worry, we’ll post the English translation too!).
Love you all! 🫶

At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on October 22, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Chip for Dead (Instrumental Chiptune)

"Odessa 2075" is a futuristic, dystopian pop story – a youth tale about life, loss, and awakening in the city of Odessa in the year 2075.

[Verse 1]
The harbor sleeps beneath the drones,
rusted ships with silver bones.
Children trade their names for bread,
but who remembers what was said?

A woman hums in static rain,
her voice repeats a long-lost pain.
Was she ever real, or just a sound?
Can silence ever be found?

[Chorus]
Odessa 2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Verse 2]
A boy builds wings from broken code,
his faith a glitch, his heart a node.
He flies above the temple’s ash, 
but where do fallen angels crash?

[Chorus]
Odessa  2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Bridge]
In the opera house of zeroes,
a child replays the end.
Was this the fall of Eden,
or just a way to mend?

And in the hush between two beats,
a question starts to rise,
if every sin was born from love,
then who decides what dies?

[Verse 3]
The satellites hum psalms of steel, 
I wonder if they feel what’s real. 
Can prayers be sent through fractured air, 
and who’s still listening there?

[Chorus]
Odessa 2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

[Outro – Bridge]
In the opera house of zeroes,
a child replays the end.
Was this the fall of Eden,
or just a way to mend?

And in the hush between two beats,
a question starts to rise,
if every sin was born from love,
then who decides what dies?

[Outro – Chorus]
Odessa  2075,
where the lost pretend to be alive.
Ashes speak in tongues of gold,
waiting for the dream to come alive.

Odessa 2075 [Extended Version]

Happy Halloween.... the song is actually a tribute to Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople ..one of the best bands of the 70s....Ian is still rocking into his mid 80s..so I am the one with the rigor mortis clearly..go Ian go...
sound clips from 1931 Frankenstein movie
There are at least 8 Mott the Hoople Song titles in the lyrics


Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

Roll Away The Stone                                        
God is calling, he's on the phone
He's got a glambam plan, one last stand        
Before they take you home                               

Spotlight shines in your face
You better put on a pair of Ian Hunter shades
I Wish I Was Your Mother, wish I was your father
Never could put you in your place

Hey, old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey, old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

Move your hips to the beat
Take a deep breath, unstick yourself from that seat
Shine a light through your pupil, of pure Mott the Hoople
To energise those ancient feet

Time to rise again
Like Lazarus, a comeback, this ain’t the end
You're one wild stiff, rockin all my riffs
Be careful how your body bends 

Hey old man
What don't you understand?
Know your rights
Plead that Habeas Corpus
Hey old man 
The music makes demands
Shake off your rock n roll rigor mortis

All The Way From Memphis               
The Golden Age Of Rock N Roll    
Elvis and the Whizz Kids                 
Ain’t no peace in the valley for the last patrol 

Drivin’ Sister, Jerkin’ Crocus
Help me When My Mind Is Gone
Do the shimmy shake, bring it into focus
Sing it loud this victory song

Chorus

It's alive!!! It's alive!!! It's alive!!!

lyrics HotR/ Ian Hunter & co
music HotR





Rock N Roll Rigor Mortis

The Third Dimension

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9 Damn Days - Handed Down By Faceless Judges (To The System)

Why? No Likes For Damn 9 Days, Rest Assured, I like You All

9 Damn Days - Verdict By An Anonymous Tribunal (To The System)

Why? No Likes For Damn 9 Days, Rest Assured, I like You All
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9 Damn Days - Handed Down By Faceless Judges (To The System)

Joe (Joseph) Olsson: lyrics/vocals, guitars, keyboards
https://on.soundcloud.com/66JbzaFR6lzjlcJspD
Rob: bass

Say what’s in your head. You’ll say what you think right now. 
Remember what you said. It’s gonna come back around

Say what’s in your heart. You’ll say what you wish could be 
The best place to start comes from your fantasy, yeah.

The words that you say are feathers in the wind. 
No matter how hard you try, you can’t get them back again

Say what’s in your gut. You’ll say just what you really mean. 
Be blunt if you must. In the end, you’ll be relieved.

Say what’s in the air. You’ll say what you really know. 
Take all you can. Leaves you something great to show now.

Watch what you say

Take care what you say. Words can make a heart bleed. 
The words that you say echo eternally.

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