The air was thick with the fog of the morning and the palpable dread of our soldiers as we began to see the formations of the enemy in the dawn’s early light.  The fog gave way to rain and then it began.  The relentless pounding of the trebuchet crashed into the castle walls with a fiery anger that made physical the hateful bloodlust of the screams of our enemy.  Each wall-shaking explosion was echoed by the thunderous yells of the enemy who would soon descend upon us in a stormy wave of murderous hatred.

The Enemy Deploy For Battle

In Tune

Like Father, like Son....Jörg and his Son Maxim both played the drums on this little tune! Maxim clearly inherited the clockwork like precision of his father and a superbly musical feel! Damn good and a hell of a cool cat to work with! Enjoy!
First Drum part (the Jazzy entree) - Maxim Hünninghaus, Drums thereafter  -  Jörg, Bass and Keys - Reinhard Gleisner
Music by all three of us.
Cover Pic by Jörg.
Dig this!

Pow R. Toc H. - Masters

Pow R. Toc H. - One Twenty

Postcard From A Hot Spot

All sounds beats and live bass by the fudge nutz

Continue The Sound [Single]

Someone Called The Police (Free Download)

Evil Inside Me

Radio

"Brogeen of the stepping stones”
By the fireside
In the evening
We were feeling safe and warm
By the wireless
I remember
Sitting together
At the end of the day
The wonderful wireless took us all away
This brown bakerlite box
With glowing valves
Gave us things 
That we did not have

We would turn and tune the dial
To hear the sounds, of other countries
This all seems so long ago
A different world, within a lifetime

We sit alone now
In worlds far away
Our thoughts in the cloud
Through most of the day
This soft fleshy box
That we once called ourselves
Is like that bakerlite box
And tales of elves

Radio

DENs: guitar & fx  https://soundcloud.com/mknradio
Sanja: modal synthesis & electronics

Thee Sorceress Plays Axis Harp Upon Ae Fairy Lullaby (MKN/SanjajnaG ArkestrA))

(Chanson pour une amie dont c'était le dernier vol)

J'ai fait le tour
De quelques questions
Et puis à quoi bon ?

J'ai fait le tour
De bien des jardins
J'ai fait du mal et du bien

J'ai fait le tour
Le tour de la terre
Été comme hiver

J'ai fait la sourde
Oreille au réveil
Pour un tour de sommeil

Mais s'il y a bien une chose au monde
D'où l'on ne revient
Que pour mieux y retourner un jour
Même quelques secondes
Pour un dernier tour
L'Amour

Vas voir là bas
Si on y est
Toi tu y seras

Vas voir là bas
Et nous de veiller
Sur tout, sur tout et sur toi

Ton ciel est plein
Plein de copains
De Paris à Singapour

Le ciel est vaste
All thing must past
Chacun son tour

Mais s'il y a bien une chose au monde
Dont on se souvient
La vie entière et le coeur lourd
Les quelques secondes
Avant le dernier tour

Voilà ma Flo
En quelques mots
Voyage au long cours

Vas où tu veux
Reviens dès que tu peux
Pour un,
Un dernier tour...

Le Tour

Original music by FPMORINSTUDIO/ Francois Pierre Morin 
Photo by ' Jean Nicolas Morin : Red river valley Mont-Tremblant Canada

OF PRESSURE

Baby I get no fascination
With your pretty face
It’s just I want my sticky fingers
Roaming ‘round your place
Dollar bills misplaced in pockets
Of your forgotten coats, are
Enough to feed my nasty habits
Bless me I’m the pope
Of dope and lost hope, ah

I climbed right into this gutter
Didn’t need your help
You seem to think that I want better
That I might elope
Well I got news now darling
My heart is true
Just not to you my lover
What’s a girl to do
Well adieu

I have seen the light
Don’t show me
I know the world is cruel
You said you’d do what you could to help me, well
Fifty bucks would do
I know you can’t stand to see me
So pull your eyelids low
Open your eyes
I’m not the one who’s lying
To me
It’s you, oh

Evil Inside Me

Hazel Torres