a really fascinating and rewarding world of sound : )

Chronicles of the Last Light Spirals, Vol. I" is a neo-noir journey in neon, where the spirit of the ‘90s collides with the darkness of futuristic hip-hop and electronic spirals. Gritty beats, deep bass, echoes of boom bap, glitched samples, and the smoky streets of a night city – all woven into the story of the last light trying to break through the darkness. This is the soundtrack for walking down wet asphalt in a hoodie, with a shadow at your back and the unshakable feeling that the city is speaking to you   

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Chronicles of the Last Light Spirals, Vol. I" to neo-noirowa podróż w neonach, gdzie duch lat 90’ miesza się z mrokiem futurystycznego hip-hopu i elektronicznych spiral. Brudne bity, głęboki bas, echa boom bapu, glitchowane sample i dymne ulice nocnego miasta – wszystko utkane w historię ostatniego światła, które próbuje przebić się przez mrok. To soundtrack do spaceru po mokrym asfalcie w kapturze, z cieniem za plecami i nieodpartym wrażeniem, że miasto do ciebie mówi

GRANDE FINALE/post outro

Seven is a concept album based around the theory of the cosmic and esoteric evolution of the planet, musically depicting the the seven races and their existence on seven continents, past, present and yet to come.

Composed, performed, produced and recorded by Paul Landry
Album cover design and photography Paul Landry 
© 2018 Paul Landry & Aeon Records
℗ 2028 Ditto Music LTD


Seven

This in memory of my actual true neighbor Gordon.  I didn't name the tune after him so much as used him to represent everyone.   You look like him, I look like him - we all do because we are all one and the same.   Remember that people and RIP Gordon K.

letting go and flying higher than ever

fever in the south

you look kinda like my neighbor Gordon

You look kinda like my neighbor Gordon

NO LONGER SUPERMAN

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocals
Hans Albers:  All instruments, arrangement, production and final mix.

Artwork by Blue Lemon Studios (www.bluelemonstudios.com)

The 30th. May is World MS Day (#MyInvisibleMS) 

My wife Joanne has always told me that I’m her superman – possibly my own fault for wearing my underpants on the outside, but then I’m nothing if not a slave to fashion- so it was a real shock when, a number of years ago, I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis.

At the time, only Jo and myself knew, and I managed to explain away any walking and balance problems as the effects of past football injuries, something which only worked until it became blindingly obvious to everyone that something more serious was amiss. 

Recent years have brought some fairly dramatic physical changes.  Walking requires a walking frame, my arms and hands aren’t as nimble as they once were, but maybe the worst effect is something called Trigeminal Neuralgia (a facial nerve problem), which at it’s worst is, not to put too fine a point on it, bloody agony.

There’s good and bad days though and, on the good ones, I can still play my guitar and write the odd song, so the situation could be appreciably worse.  Having the best wife and the best kids in the world makes all the difference and, even with my glasses on, they still tell me I’m their Superman.  All things considered, I’ll take that…   (Terry Reeves)

 
Hans is a Superman himself, eventually producing 4 brilliant versions of this song, which made choosing just one to include here a nigh-on impossible task.  If you want to make your own judgment on that, we’ve posted an EP of all of them, plus Tel’s original demo, on Bandcamp.  If you’d like a free copy, just follow this link, (https://crippleclub.bandcamp.com/releases), enter £0.00 in the payment box and Bob’s your uncle - just a small way of saying thanks to all for all your support over the years.  Thanks so much for listening.   (Gary Reeves)

Lyrics:
I used to be your Superman 
I was the man who solved it all
Someone found some kryptonite
And hid it in the wall

The strength has left the body
The brain has lost its blade
I can no longer take off my glasses
To complete the masquerade

I have no plan
To send a telegram.              
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean - Claude Van Damme       
There's no diagram
To help Joanne
I know who l am
No longer Superman

You said I had the strength of many
And the look of Georgie Best
I was as funny as Tony Hancock
But now I have MS on my vest

I try to keep on flying
I respond with every cell
But the telephone box is much too small
To take my walking frame as well

I have no plan
To send a telegram 
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean-Claude Van Damme
There’s no diagram 
To help Joanne
I know who I am
No longer Superman 

I blame it on Lex Luther
I even rang Alexander Graham Bell
No one else seems to have a theory
That explains this dilution spell

Before I lose my full control
I want the world to know
The bulging muscles I used to have
No longer come and go

I have no plan
To send a telegram.              
Fight Jackie Chan
Or Jean - Claude Van Damme
There's no diagram
To help Joanne
I know who l am
No longer Superman...................................................

NO LONGER SUPERMAN by Cripple Club and Hans Albers (Please See Description)

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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

Magazine

TRIIB - Acid Thrush

Music and voice : Deepman
Words and voice : Luciole Langevine

Paix sur la terre 
Paix sur les hommes 

Paix sur la terre 
Paix sur la terre
Paix sur la terre

Paix sur les hommes
Que ces mots vides et creux enfin sonnent et résonnent 
Relayés, déployés 
Et frissonnent plus fort que ne peut briller l'or

Ô messagers de l'air aux gorges mirifiques
Sur tous les continents
Sonnez l'alarme douce 

Sonnez l'alarme douce
Et ouvrez tous les yeux
Et ouvrez tous les cœurs
Et ouvrez tous les yeux
Et ouvrez tous les cœurs

Sonnez l'alarme douce et ouvrez tous les yeux
Et ouvrez tout le chœur

Donnez chair 
Donnez corps à cette aspiration
Que chaque être porte en lui
Et même s'il l'ignore
Du début de sa vie jusqu'à l'heure de sa mort

Sonnez sonnez sonnez sonnez l'alarme douce...

translation:
Peace on earth
Peace over men

Peace on earth
Peace on earth
Peace on earth

Peace over men
May these empty and hollow words finally ring and ring
Relayed, deployed
And shudder louder than gold can shine

O messengers of the air with wonderful gorges
On all continents
Ring the soft alarm

Ring the soft alarm
And open all your eyes
And open all hearts
And open all your eyes
And open all hearts

Ring the sweet alarm and open all eyes
And open the whole choir

Give flesh
Give substance to this aspiration
That each being carries within him
And even if he ignores it
From the beginning of his life until the hour of his death

Ring ring ring ring the soft alarm ...

L'alarme Douce - Deepman & Luciole Langevine

Boson Spin - Surespecha

Spazzole a Disco Fanatico

Music : Mahan Mahan
Vocals : Bobby Byrd (Sampled & used with implied permissions & best of intentions)

Produced & Recorded @ Pahlavi Sound Studios in Mama Shadi's basement, Los Angeles, CA, USA 01/2021

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