Borrowed Time
Music and Words by Mark Magram

So the seasons change to *spring
Training* for the next big thing
But I don't know
What that will be
And what lies in store next for me

It's like being in a strange place
Without any lights to show the way
All i know
Is I am moving forward
Or moving away, either way it's ok

Cause I believe
The destination's pointless
Chasing happiness gets old
It only leads me to fools gold.
I believe
It's more a state of being
Replacing happiness with joy
And keeping joy within the journey is the key now
If im gonna be free now

So the snow begins to melt
And with it feelings felt
All my life
Along for the ride
I've been on the passenger's side

Cause I believe
I'm setting up for failure
If the grass is always green
Everywhere but where I've been
I believe
Instead of always chasing
Something more than what I have
It's always best to know I'm blessed with what exists now
Forget the things that I've missed now

I'll only drive myself insane
Take myself out of the game
We're all living on borrowed time and this is mine
squeeze out every drop
From all the beautiful I got
I'm gonna savor the taste
Don't let a crumb go to waste
Because it's all a state of being in my mind
Everything will be fine
If I say it will, appreciate what I got
Instead of what I am not

Borrowed Time

Uden Titel

Drengens Sang

Dejó pasar días y dejó pasar años, pero no hubo manera de esconder la rabiosa fragilidad de Elena Carat, que se expande desde la primera nota para desatar "El Nudo", el primer single que abre la nueva era de la joven artista y compositora, que brilla como cuando uno encuentra una gema brillante en una esquina en la que casi nadie estaba mirando.

Tras debutar hace más de dos años con "Madrugada" y compaginar sus días entre su carrera solista y ser la vocalista de la banda Patronato, Elena Carat tenía guardado un cancionero brillante, llamado a reescribir la historia de un riot de autor que bebe tanto de PJ Harvey, Feist, Sahron van Etten y Waxahatchee, como con cierta conexión con referentes estatales como Christina Rosenvinge, Tulsa y La Bien Querida.

La primera piedra es esta "El Nudo" con la que inicia una nueva etapa en solitario, a tientas entre el rock alternativo (con aires por momentos noise, por momentos dreamy, por momentos shoegaze), pero siempre con un poso autoril, entre melancólico y rabioso, que le da una fortaleza e identidad a la propuesta y os obliga a seguir muy de cerca a Elena Carat.

La canción, que ha contado con la co-producción de David Baldo (que ha trabajado con artistas de la talla de Aiko el Grupo, Repion, Carlangas o Fee Reega, entre otros) viene acompañada también de un videoclip dirigido por la realizadora Laura Meixús.

Elena Carat - El Nudo

Hand Me Downs

Fever Too High

Written and produced by Oscar Lemmond

Arrangements by:

Colin Bracken - Bass
Jacob Dsouza - Guitar & Vocals
Oscar Lemmond - Guitar & Vocals
Nikhil Soares - Drums

Recorded at Dreamhouse Studios:

Calvin Hartwick - Lead Engineer
Jeri Haylor - Engineer
Corbin Mendell - Engineer

Additional recording by The Harriets at home. 

Almost Gone

Aarktica's 10th studio album merges transcendent atmospheres with darkly danceable rhythms,
expansive analog synths and layers of tape-echo guitars. The result is an immersive sound that pays homage to classic darkwave and art-rock, with hypnotic ambience and a lyrical embrace of the bittersweet.

Purchase on Bandcamp

Destination Paradise

Original music & lyrics: Rob van Berlo
AI production assistant: Rob van Berlo
Cover art: Rob van Berlo

This album is a scam. Or isn't it?

In 1992 and 1993 (as a 22 yr old) I recorded a lot of my own songs on cassette. Just me, my acoustic guitar, bass, and sometimes percussion or even borrowed drums. In my head, the songs sounded like the indie guitar bands and the grungy vibe that was in fashion at the time. Most of these tracks were left unfinished, apart from a few re-recordings and later releases.

Now, AI technology makes it possible for these songs to finally sound the way I roughly imagined them back then. Complemented by two songs I wrote in 2013 (at 44). All song structures, melodies and riffs are mine. AI just gave them a new skin. Sometimes it sounds like the band I never had in '93; other times it feels like a modern reinterpretation of that era’s sound. And I love it. Although it’s also a little frightening.

The songs were once sung by a younger me, but this time I let a woman’s voice carry them. I love the contrast: understated, emotionally contained vocals against harder sounds.

These 90's songs, together with the two later pieces (Day Upon Day, Red Moon) form a bridge between who I was and who I’ve become.

This project isn’t a gimmick. It started with curiosity. But turned out to be a conversation between eras. I fed an unfinished past into the system, and what came out feels both intimately human and eerily pristine. That friction between artefact and upgrade is where Repetition Is a Sound finds its soul.

For me it feels like the songs finally found their balance. Like a dialogue between presence and distance, noise and tenderness. Red versus Blue.

Some song snippets of the original 1993 demo are bonus track on Bandcamp: https://redvsblue.bandcamp.com/track/bonus-sketches-93-demo-snippets-2

Red vs Blue: Circle

LYRICS

[Verse 1]
Stop
Wait a minute
What could it be
Another visit?
It’s no good
But I listen
You’ve packed your bags
And moved into my mind
Fall into line
It’s by design
Time after time
You’ll find

[Chorus]
She calls ‘round three
But it’s all the same
Load me up, laundry
She doesn’t even know his name
Oh, haunt me
He got too close and he burnt his hand
But who lit the flame?
(You lit the flame)
I can’t go on
It’s all the same

[Verse 2]
Girl don’t tell me that I’m acting too sweet
(I'm acting too sweet)
That’s just how my mama raised me
(How she raised me)
I’ve got the door and I’ll be sure to pull out your seat
Spin you ‘round
Dvd

[Pre-Chorus]
I wanna hold your heart ‘till it’s mine
So I’ll hold on tight
You’re holding on for the night

[Chorus]
She calls ‘round three
But it’s all the same
Load me up, laundry
She doesn’t even know his name
Oh, haunt me
He got too close and he burnt his hand
But who lit the flame?
(You lit the flame)
I can’t go on
It’s all the same

[Outro]
Another cycle of laundry
Leave me out to dry, laundry
It’s just the way you taunt me
That’s got me folding like laundry

Laundry

A song about someone who takes work and school too seriously that they slip away from the purpose of life