Black Paper Diary - Who Spiked The Floor Punch

endthisday - a testimony of failure

jane - feel numb to the carnage around me

https://archive.org/details/ACNA-ACNA-2002

A Corpse Named Abel

A Corpse Named Abel - Dead Set on Dying Slow

iranach - ten torpedoes to sink my small buisness

00:00 Sometimes They Come Back
04:59 We Put X’s Over Our Eyes
12:15 And We Dig Graves With Our Hands
18:47 Just Another Improvised Spectacle Involving Audience Participation 

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Bled Across Miles - Hats Off To The Good Guys [Full EP] (2004)

1. Blue or Red 2. Letting go of something I never had 3. Tape up this wound with a used bandaid 4. I sold my telephone on the black market 5. Id blow my brain into a million pieces if only one would graze your cheek

Auletta - Demo

This album digs deep — straight into the dark, ugly corners of what it means to be human. It’s not just music. It’s an autopsy of the mind — tearing open the layers of sanity, fear, obsession, and decay to see what’s really festering underneath.

It’s about the sick joke of progress — how we build faster, think smarter, and still destroy everything we touch. We’ve learned to control machines but not ourselves. It’s a mirror held up to everything we’ve become: fractured, addicted, lost inside the noise we created.

Underneath all the polish and the fake perfection, we’re still animals — scared, violent, hungry for meaning. This record is about that collision: the primal instincts fighting against the world we built to hide them.

It’s also about how connection has died. We scroll, we consume, we perform — but we don’t feel. We’re desperate to be seen in a world that’s gone completely blind.

Psychologically, it’s a dive into madness — into obsession, trauma, addiction, and self-destruction. The mind as both the cage and the battlefield. Salvation and ruin bleeding into each other until you can’t tell them apart.

Like Chaplin said: “We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.”
This album is that paradox — a soundtrack to the chaos of evolution without direction.

It’s not a sermon or a cry for help. It’s a confrontation.
A reminder that the rot isn’t out there — it’s inside.

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitars: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums: Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Flamenco Guitar: Raffaela Espinosa
Koto, Taishōgoto & Shamisen: Noriko Mori

Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

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