This release contains two different re-work approaches of the track 'Pub Stories' from the album 'New Found Trails' that was composed and recorded by our friend Volker Armbruster in 2020. 

Here you can listen to the original song 'Pub Stories' by Book of Tunes:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1XsQRyyEdQCkVclSFouUML?si=iPVJ2ez_RIChqoD84vrvTA
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Pub Stories

Pub Stories | Reworked

Dystopian Pub Stories

Electronic Horror Musical in seven chapters

Chapters:
01: Crossing Frontiers (Prelude)
02: It lives! / It’s alive!
03: Beauty of the Beast
04: A quiet Weekend
05: Delusion of Grandeur
06: Confession
07: Retreat into Madness

Prologue: 
Once upon a time, in a dark and boisterous age. In a town, shrouded in the darkness of a very dark and stormy night – midnight, to be exact – concealed deep down in the basement of a weather-worn house, which seemed to be devoured by the eerie shadows of the dark monstrous tree next to it. 

Behind the heavy doors of a dar…. dimly lit laboratory, completely secluded from society, MARO – with his wild hair, dressed in a gray knit jersey and an oversized purple scientists coat, was desperately fiddling with a massive and wildly blinking machine – a Synth-e-Seizure, as it later transpired – trying to achieve the ultimate low frequency sonic experience, when out of nowhere lightning struck into the house’s two-headed weather-cock…

Frankenbass

A synthwave'ish interpretation of the feeling, soaring up inside of you, when huge waves of music are flooding the space around you, crashing right over your head, immersing you entirely.

PROLOGUE:
The weather was just right, with almost no clouds in the sky and only a gentle breeze whispering across the sandy shore that separated M∆ROs cozy residence from the endless blue.
Maro just stood there, eyes closed, steadily breathing and full of pleasant anticipation, as the vague noises from far grew louder, forming an awe-inspiring crescendo of sounds, expected to climax into the meaning of everything.
Maro put his head back, eyes still shut, while he eagerly spread its arms like wings to welcome the wildly onrushing salvation. 

Just a second before the impact, Maro took a deep breath and immersed himself into the roaring Waves of Pink Noise.

Waves of Pink Noise

It's been in the making forever but now it's (almost) done.
EVOLVE, the new maroesk' magnum opus emerged from several surreal but super-cool studio sessions with the wonderful Djane Miss Evoice from Stuttgart. A musical journey which wasn't made to for late night dancefloor entertainment but for any other situation. To listen to, to feel and flow with it, call it into question and argue with it, get lost in it, hate it, love it.

Evolve

Evolve feat. Miss Evoice(2023 Edit)

PROLOGUE
After a long and exhausting but even so rewarding trip, M∆RO tiredly, but thoroughly self-contented, collapsed into the old creaky rocking chair on the front porch of his small, but super-cozy house on the beach.

The incessant chattering seagulls that settled down on the porch's handrail, promptly cleared off, as M∆RO racily popped open his well-earned beer.
Or was it that daunting rumble from the dark and surrealistically purple-tinted evening sky, that quite-suddenly made them fly away?

Just before M∆RO finished his thought about the obviously wrong weather forecast this morning, another, even closer and louder rumble made M∆RO cringe. Hem stepped off the porch to check, where that eerie rumbling noise was emitted from.

What M∆RO then saw, sent a chill down his spine. He dropped the beer and after a short state of shock, hastily rushed back into the house, where he frantically stuffed his purple hiking backpack with anything that looked promising enough to extend his survival in the imminent, dark and uncertain future, lashed it all together and started running…

[ˈæbˌstɹækt]

War of Mine

War Of Mine

PROLOGUE
M∆RO breathed heavily as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, straightened himself up and took two steps back.
The sun was blazing on this beautiful June afternoon. M∆RO had to use his flat hand to shade his squinting eyes and actually see something.

There it was, M∆ROs magnum opus in its entirety - a real masterpiece. M∆RO felt great. Filled with pride, peace and contentness. 

In the same moment, the smogabord of feelings - induced by the pure sublimity of his achievement - suddenly flooding his entire body, were so overwhelming, that M∆RO uncontrollably bursted into a relieving mixture of crying and laughter.

The Sublime

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PROLOGUE
„What a fucked up day!“, M∆RO muttered to himself, as he was roaming about the streets, armed with a bottle of booze, when on top of it all, it started to pour.
„I could really use a diversion“, he thought, after almost passing the entrance of the only nightclub in town.

Digging around in the left pocket of his coat, revealed crumby leftover pieces of half a pill, which he promptly washed down with a determined gulp of his cheap hooch.

M∆RO shuddered, gently placed the half-full bottle on the sidewalk, wiped his face clean, with his sleeve and concentrated on appearing somewhat sober, while passing the bouncer.
Inside, he was repulsed by the swirling crowd of euphoric cheerful people. Finally the attractive, but seemingly on the edge and miserable barmaid, got M∆RO the cocktail, he had ordered ages ago. He offhandedly tossed the exact change on the counter and eagerly reached for the pleasantly decorated drink, which he expected to ease his frustration.

But just before M∆ROs shaky hand touched the glass, the fellow right next to him jumps to a sweeping turn to greet his buddy. Unfortunately M∆ROs object of desire was in the range of motion of this testosterone driven salutatorian choreography, performed by these two party animals, and was ruggedly swept off the counter. Annoyed even more by their slurred apology, M∆RO uttered a „F**k it!“ and turned around to face the dancefloor and watch the hustle and bustle.

Suddenly the feverish swarm and those pulsing colorful lights appeared to calm down, awaiting instructions. 
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, M∆RO raised both hands and moved them in a forced perspective above the crowd, like a puppeteer.
 All the while whispering smugly under his breath: “Dance for Me, Dance for me!”

Dance for Me

Dance For Me

Marlene & Saro - Partners in crime, life, love and music.
Deep & Playful Cinematic Electronica from Stuttgart / Germany.

MAROESK

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