[ Label - Dark Entries ] ²⁰⁰⁹ ⁻ ²⁰¹⁶ - Part 1

DE-002 Death Domain - Ethidium Bromide 7"

Death Domain aka Adam Stroupe is a science nerd from Baltimore and, like me, wears it as a badge of honor.  Death domains are stretches of amino acids found in proteins that signal for apoptosis, programmed cell death.  To my ears, his sound is undoubtedly one of the most bewildering, disorienting yet magnetic and infectious slices of downright bleak takes on synth-based dance music. A one man all-live-analogue electronic ice machine (who is also behind the likes of 'SIDS' - Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). His sound is as cryptically raw as it gets - summoning the seminal Industrial/EBM sounds of the likes of early Cabaret Voltaire, Skinny Puppy, and The Normal.

Ethidium Bromide

ElectroMagnetic Pulse (1980 - 1983) (RE- 2010 Dark Entries).
Label: Dark Entries ‎– DE-005
Format: Vinyl / LP / Remastered / Limited Edition / Compilation 
All tracks recorded between 1980 and 1983 at Steve Adams Studio. Tamworth. 
Individually numbered edition of 500 copies. Includes insert with credits/lyrics.
Country: US
Released: 12 Jul 2010

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Those Attractive Magnets - Nightlife

ElectroMagnetic Pulse (1980 - 1983) (RE- 2010 Dark Entries).
Label: Dark Entries ‎– DE-005
Format: Vinyl / LP / Remastered / Limited Edition / Compilation 
All tracks recorded between 1980 and 1983 at Steve Adams Studio. Tamworth. 
Individually numbered edition of 500 copies. Includes insert with credits/lyrics.
Country: US
Released: 12 Jul 2010

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Those Attractive Magnets - Change

Those Attractive Magnets - survivors

TNJ :   STAY MAD !
Recorded 1981
Digital:
https://itunes.apple.com/nl/album/early-tapes/id430550319

The Neon Judgement  : STAY MAD(Early Tapes)

I wrote this in 1986 for Eleven Pond after I read some magazine article about Europeans who used to have their extra-marital affairs in Portugal... no paparazzi, miles of desolate beaches, old romantic architecture, lots of available cheap rooms to rent... " I asked you twice, now I say to go, find sweat romance, down in Portugal.... LETS GO!" -jeff gallea

Portugal  (1986)

It's funny to me how when tell people that I'm homeless, they take it for the word itself, like its just another word
Some easily accept it, not really understanding the torment of the experience, and go on with their day
Others avoid eye contact or change face to disgust to see me as something less than human.
To them I say this

I had a clean slate when I stepped into this plane
I was free of the hate as I begin life's little game
Ain't it a shame cause now I'm 24
And I can't seem to find the door to the place I was before
I've hit the ocean floor, fuck drowning, I've been dead
Past the sadness and the madness, a numbness has been inset
Instead of respect, I've been checked out as an insect
People step on, then step on, too busy with their quick step
All inlet no outlet, my expenses are expansive
I pray every day, yet I'm aired out and famished
I must be layaway, cause others prayers get answered
All except me, stuck still like entrancements
Cause I've been patient like a mantis
while reaching out branches
God damn him and his ransom, and I mean God god dammit
Cause I can't be the only cause for the spot in which I've landed
Cause I gave it all I got but there's no second chances

No second chances, no second chances
I spit this warning in advance to where my mic stand sits
No second chances, no second chances
Watching lives unfurl as peers make their advancements
No second chances, no second chances
I take my life in my hands, to reprimand and enhance it
No second chances no second chances
But we're living in a world with no second chances

One strike in this life God damn man who knew it?
It's too bad and so sad cause I took mine and blew it
Confused then, now, how I'm such a great person
Like is what's behind the curtains even worthy of adversion?
I'm certainly uncertain of our purpose on this earth
The hospitable get a little while the wicked get the girth
It's no co-op, just me recording in my storage
But the gold remains locked, while these bears invade my porridge
Workin hard in the dirt for checks less than what I'm worth
Smoking so many cigarettes feels like my chests about to burst
But before I hit the hearse, can I first feel some peace
Now I'm homeless on the streets and ain't slept right in weeks
It's why I smoked weed, keeps stress low like my eyelids
My dreams and Ive divided, cause I find they keep me blinded
someday we'll be united if I try, but why kid
No reason to try, I mean why try with

No second chances, no second chances
I spit this warning in advance to where my mic stand sits
No second chances, no second chances
Watching lives unfurl as peers make their advancements
No second chances, no second chances
I take my life in my hands, to reprimand and enhance it
No second chances no second chances
But we're living in a world with no second chances


And it's been said before but how can I be so poor
When people in their greed have what they need and so much more
I'm so fuckin hungry, can't they help just this once?
11 hours of landscaping, no money to eat lunch
I'll go two days without no food
but I still work more than you do
No I'm not complaining I'm just explaining why I'll shoot you
And I've never shot a man
But haven't don't mean can't
And I thought of if I should -
trade my morals for your stance
And though I quickly dismiss it
I'm still sitting here mad
Cuz I can't find a parking lot - it's dark I need to crash
Now my car is out of gas, my car and I we match
I pass out fast til some high class badge stacked
tickets on my dash gettin all my cash or what little I had bullshit is piling fast
It goes setback setback no way that I can get back
It must be how I'm meant to live, it's weird how I can't get that

There's no second chances, no second chances
I spit this warning in advance to where my mic stand sits
No second chances, no second chances
Watching lives unfurl as peers make their advancements
No second chances, no second chances
I take my life in my hands, to reprimand and enhance it
No second chances no second chances
But we're living in a world with no second chances

Second Chances

"1986 darkwave, minimal electro band from Rochester, New York. The lineup was James Tabbi (vocals, acoustic guitar), Jeff Gallea (bass, drum programs, vocals, keyboard), Jack Schaefer (electric guitar) and Dan Brumley (synths, samples, vocoder, melodica). They released the “Bas Relief” LP in 1986, only 500 silkscreened and hand numbered copies of the record were made which are now extremely sought after by minimal synth enthusiasts. This gem has a wonderful low-tech warm driving synth sound that is infectious. The vocals are haunting and the bass lines remind of Joy Division.  Almost every song is killer dark post-punk or electronic synth wave. They seemed to take cues from Echo and the Bunnymen, early New Order, Fad Gadget, and Depeche Mode. Songs like Watching Trees, Tears and Cinnamon, Portugal, Ignorant Father, and Temporal deserve to be heard. Timeless." -Goutroy 

Legendary Bas Relief album will be released for the very first time on CD via Other Voices Records!

Eleven Pond - Tear & Cinnamon

Second Decay / Close My Heart

Rough Recording, better version to come soon.

Don't Look Back

Programmed Cell Death - 8.13.15 Drone

Dragon's Dogma Dark Arisen - Eternal Return (Piano Version)

Ghost in the Machine

Dark Day was the brainchild of Robin Crutchfield  formed after leaving New York’s seminal No Wave band, DNA. Following the first few incarnations and various lineups, 1981 saw the direction of the project morphed into an electronic keyboard duo where Robin was joined by Bill Sack. Together they recorded an album of nine songs entitled Window that was released on Plexus Records. Lyrics were inspired by various sources including occult texts by Colin Wilson and art by Leger, Bruegel, Malevich, Man Ray, Duchamp and Jean Cocteau. The mechanized sound of Window is less one of the man machine robots in charge of Kraftwerk than man at the mercy of his machines. The infectiously-engaging toy-like instruments captured the ears of fans worldwide with popcorn drum rhythms. A Synare borrowed from Jeff and Jane Hudson lent a “Bette Davis Eyes” crack to the percussion on the percolating tracks. The instant polaroid images, an homage to Japanese recording artist Susan of “The Girl Can’t Help It,” adorned the album sleeve in two stark headshots of musicians at work, haunted by the unseen. The front cover, a Crutchfield-designed collage in two tones of salmon flesh and Mediterranean watery blue show a string of rickety children in diaper togs, forced much like the children of “Cat In The Hat” to spend a dreary day indoors. The look on the children’s faces asks you to determine whether they are needing to be rescued from their enclosure, or inviting you to join and play. Is the window something you look out, or in? You must answer that question.
Carefully remastered by George Horn at Fantasy Studios in Berkeley and limited to 500 hand-numbered copies. This re-issue also includes a 24-page newsprint zine “Darker Days As I Recall Them” by Robin Crutchfield and an 8×11 lyrics sheet with song meanings and reflections from Robin Crutchfield and Bill Sack on the making of Window.

The Metal Benders

Mr. Potatohead

Nudes In The Forest

Dancer/Danger

The funkiest band in Sweden is finally releasing their debutalbum!

The Neon Romeoz  music and concept originates from the desire to put reality behind. 
Their music opens the door to a utopic, sexy dreamland hidden in every one's mind and soul. Through simple yet infectious grooves, 



10.Playin' On My Own (Solitude Confinement)

Eleven Pond - Watching Trees

Dawn Thru Window
(2013)

There’s a dawn thru my window 
just like the day before
But it feels different somehow 
since you walked out the door 
It can’t be helped now
it’s the only way we ever played 
But it’s getting late now
I think it’s time to close the shades

The Sun has always been my true friend 
came back each day for more
But it feels different today
since you walked out the door
It can’t be helped now
the Sun is gone it fell out of the sky 
And it’s gettin’ dark now
I think it’s time for me to fly.

You know I sing just like a tree
and all the birds are friends to me
The Sun it comes just like that song
I’m sittin’ growin’ but not for long
Let’s take a swim in that Endless Sea
and feel the dawn you made for me
Pull back the curtains and warm my bones 
You only think you’re not alone

There’s a dawn thru my window 
just like the day before
But it feels different somehow 
since you walked out the door 
It can’t be helped now
it’s the only way we ever played 
But it’s getting late now
I think it’s time to close the shades.

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Dawn Thru Window

Playing records for my friends is my favorite thing in the world.

[ Label - Dark Entries ] ²⁰⁰⁹ ⁻ ²⁰¹⁶ - Part 1

Pepe Verde