Experimental 2 (Noise, Autonomic, Industrial, Abstract, EBM, IDM, IBM) Noone

Just pain with no feeling
The web you spun to pull me in
Just lies, ambitions
Fuck over everyone to win

Just give me a reason
To cut you from my life
Just give me a reason
To feel me drive the knife

It's clear manipulation
The game you played right from the start
Too late, situation
Is fucking tearing us apart

Just Give Me A Reason

"Believe" is a whispered confession delivered into the heart of silence. This neo-classical piano piece weaves an emotional narrative with great subtlety, where each note seems to carry the weight of a memory, a promise, or a hope. The opening bars unfold with a delicate, almost fragile touch, as if the pianist hesitates to disturb the stillness. Gradually, the melody grows in depth, the harmonies blossom, revealing a quiet but unwavering inner strength.

Believe

Beyond

"Welcome The Revolutionary Suicide Mechanized Regiment Band" is a richly textured, piano-led journey through mellow drum and bass rhythms and soulful jazz. At its heart lies the intricate drumming of Sticks Thompson, laying down a fluid yet steady pulse that cradles the melodic interplay above. Sonny Rhodes’ expressive piano provides the emotional core—alternately melancholic and uplifting—while Guy Stansfield’s clarinet and Blue Six’s trumpet weave smoky harmonies and lyrical motifs with delicate restraint. Wilt Flowers anchors the ensemble with a warm, grounding bassline that ties it all together. Lush, cinematic, and politically charged in tone, this track feels like a lost artifact from a revolutionary parade that never happened—but should have.

The Dark Messiahs welcome The Revolutionary Suicide Mechanised Regiment Band

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They told us the right song would come.
That the great idea would just... arrive.

It didn’t.

Every time they try to write something new,
it feels like finishing someone else’s thought.
Or quoting a quote they never read.

Or maybe they did.

They’re not blocked.
Not dry.

Just… surrounded.

Ideas are everywhere.
And every single one of them
already sounds like them.

Kate hums a melody.

“Nice,” Ava says.

Kate sighs.
“Oh, that? Paul Anka and David Bowie liked it too. Back in ’68.”

This is Test 10.

It’s not about ego.
It’s not about fame.

It’s the question every artist, scientist, and over-caffeinated soul eventually asks:

When do I get to write that song?

Song: When Do I Get to Write That Song?

They told me the words would just arrive
But I'm still searching for a line alive
I stitch together threads so thin
Hoping to craft what's never been

A melody loops, a thought returns
The candle flickers, the midnight burns
A mirror of a mirror-so avant-garde
But no one's clapping in the avant-garde!

Is it derivative, or self-aware?
Does the art reflect, or just despair?
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Not someone else's shadowed trail
When do I get to leave my grail?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

Am I a genius? A cliché machine?
Caught between fresh and what's already seen
Every rhyme's been claimed before
I knock, I knock-an unopened door

It's like I'm Sparks pretending to be me
A ghost chasing ghosts in a parody spree
How deep can recursion go, I wonder
Before it tears itself asunder?

The echoes mock, the halls repeat
Every step's another feat
The tighter I hold, the more it slips
A song dissolves upon my lips

When do I get to write that song?
The one they'll hum, they'll sing along
Recursive lyrics, my head spins on
When do I get to write this song?

When do I get to carve my name
On sound itself, on the notes of fame?
Will they remember? Will they move?
When do I get to prove my groove?

If "My Way" is someone else's way
Can I ever say I've had my say?
If every note's already been sung
Am I chasing shadows all along?

When do I get to claim my place?
To feel the warmth of their embrace?
Will they remember? Will they care?
When do I get to take them there?

Test 10: Is This Still Your Voice? (When Do I Get to Write That Song?)

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

A Final Dance

Introduction and Lyrics in English:

The ghost forest really does exist on the German Baltic coast. Over the centuries, the beech, oak and ash trees have taken on bizarre shapes due to the Baltic wind and the many storms. To me, they look like bent, crooked figures that seem to be on the run from the recurring storms. 
As almost all the trees have only one crown and are completely bare underneath, they also give me the impression that they have shut themselves off from the fury of the storms and withdrawn into themselves.
In my imagination, the storms stand for the inner ghosts or demons that more or less haunt everyone rarely, sometimes often or always at night.  
For me, the trees in turn symbolize the sometimes panic-like fears and the need to flee when the inner ghosts appear.   
At the same time, in my mind the trees also stand for the great achievement of some people who nevertheless live and continue to live under the impression of permanent demonic inner storms: Admittedly somehow crooked, slanted and crooked; but nevertheless in a marvelous way peculiar, unmistakable and original.
This is the background against which the song ""Ghostly Forest"" was created.

Ghostly forest

Every night you are there
Like a fool tormenting me with relish
Like a sneering clown
You force me to look into my abyss

Mmh

Fall deep, almost unbearable these soul wounds
Give me this one shot that pulls me out of the tunnel of pain
aah

You tell me dark things
Accuse me, expose me, make me small
You put me before the last judgement
Spit brazenly in my scarred face

You give me the feeling
That all I want is to die, to be dead
Oooh
Seemingly salvation, consolation

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

You never leave me in peace
Give me new blisters every night

When I think I've banished you now,
You come prancing in from the left

Not one tired night 
I woke up without your fearful bite
Behind windows, doors, cupboards you sit 
Always ready for the nightmare leap

This morning
my deepest soul centre would have almost
faded before you

You were on the verge of destroying my core
Dishonouring my dignity beyond repair

A deflated moment
Who knows only silence, rigor mortis
Oooh
Already thought I'd never return

No! Get up!
Get to your feet!
At the bottom
You're still healthy,

I was 
In the ghostly forest
I lost my way there,
I still find the gap
Which leads me to my Yes! to life
Leads me to life!

Gespensterwald (Ghostly Forest)

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noisy night (unmastered)

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I like everything dark, liquid, technoid, slow, fast, deep, chill, soft, broken, heavy, industrial, noisy, abstract, experimental in all kinds, forms and excesses of D&B, Jungle, Chillstep, Dubstep, Atmospheric, UK Future Garage, Ambient, Old School East Coast, Old School Techno/Rave, Autonomic, Ragga, Dub (Soundsystems), Downbeat, Lowbeat, Trip Hop, Downtempo, Noise, Industrial, Rythm n Noise, Breakbeat, Experimental, Accid Jazz, 90s UK GRIME, such kind of breaks, beats, bass ALL AROUND just like I also discovered electronic synth/cold/darkwave/postpunk as an VERY interesting new paths. My understanding of music mainly characterised by: David Bowie, Depeche Mode, Prodigy, Wu Tang, LTJ Bukem, Krush, Kid Koala, DJ Food, Goldie, Roni Size, CAM, Andy C, Kid606, Dieselboy, Q_Bert, BTTB, Tricky, MC Conrad, Ed Rush, Portishead, Antipop Consortium, Vadim, Massive Attack, KanKick, Enduser, Coldcut, Architect, Broken Note, DJ SHADOW, And One, Project Pitchfork, Hype, Shy FX,  Grooverider, Optical, Rebel MC, Marky, Zinc, Krust, Kool Herc, Tim Westwood, Beastie Boys, Kris Kross, KRS One, Busta, Snoop Dogg, DUB FX, Black Moon, Boards of Canada, Björk, Salt n Pepa, TLC, Janet Jackson, Missy Elliot.....
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I know that music can neither heal nor prevent the decades-long existing global sick capitalism, consumption, politics, lobbyism, corruption, systems, society/s that are sick of it, nor the imminent climate collapse resulting from all these causes. But what it can heal and fill up wonderfully I know: hearts and souls - even empty, cracked, damaged and discarded ones. And that completely free of charge. Unbelievable nowadays...what is also clear: we will never be enough people to be able to break the capitalist climate-damaging sick system globally in time, now it has been really too late for too many years gone by. I live against this system as far as my framework as a system-dependent taxpayer allows me to do so. Music is an enormously important part of it. We should tune in together to the inevitable real climate collapse. With happy hearts & souls filled to the brim with music, contentment & love. Only then will the demise of our livelihoods be bearable for us all.
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War, natural disasters, politics, violence, protests, riots, injustices, attacks, terror and much more. Back then, compared to today, it was all relatively completely unfiltered, clean and completely free of any media and political fake news manipulation and twisted propaganda. All the  pseudo massiv CAPITALISTIC problems, much more its numerous symptoms of illness such as "burn outs", "social media", "depression", "shortage of skilled labour", "housing shortage", with manipulation, fake news, advertising, capitalistic, political influence soaked "media", or topics such as "urban gardening", "gentrification", immigration, all that "self-love, self-worth, what is happiness, the search for the self" madness, "gender", LGBT, "metoos". ... didn't exist back then or were healthy, normal, simple, clean. And yes, people's worries and fears back then were the same as now, just as real, normal, simple BUT FREE from any capitalist distortion, self-promotion, exaggerated and inflated hyperbubbles. Without the very large, constantly spreading epidemic of capitalism, there would probably be less than 40%? of all these problems on our planet, and a global negative climate collapse would never have been an issue. Religion does not affect our climate alone, but in numerous religious political disputes harms people beside climate, nature and all living creatures the most.

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!constructions for ear is what you hear…

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Releases @ pharmacom-records:

"KLAPPE DIE ZWOTE“ - (PCR027)

"EXP-DNB-Set 2008" - (Ltd.FloppyCaseEdition)...sold out!

"SNAKE SEED" - (PCR049)

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REVIEW:

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New on Pharmacom Records is Ohrchitekt's "EXP-DNB-Set" - an approx. 52 minutes non stop journey into his specific Drum'n'Bass realm which is jam-like, lead by non standard beats and breaks, Electronica influences and some Electro and Downtempo breakdowns. Some will call it Leftfield Drum'n'Bass, some will name it as experimental, which is what "EXP" in the albums title stands for I reckon, and some will refer to it as IDM or DarkJungle rather than Drum'n'Bass. But whatever definition you choose, this one is interesting and defo stands out from what your everyday producer serves on 12" these days. Recommended to open minded people and not to those who expect UK-standards whenever they think of experimental Drum'n'Bass these days.

BIG THANKS to baze.djunkiii https://on.soundcloud.com/fbXfN (Nitestylez.de )

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noisy night (unmastered)

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