Plague Clock

Featured Artist - Barricage = Lex & Dave - This duo from the US is a hard hitting truth telling pair of geniuses. Lyrically they are fabulous and you can learn incredible angles about hard topics from digging deep into their music. If you engage you'll be warmed wiuth ever enlightening conversations so I highly recommend this connection... https://soundcloud.com/barricage ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Under Construction: In this playlist I will only put artists that we 100% know are using tools and not being a tool themselves. This is a list of real artists and musicians which I can hand on heart say at this moment I believe they are human and safe to connect with and spread 🫡🔆 I've found these gems already so if you want to grow your human connectivity this will become a very large reference list of REAL. Thanks people ... Feel free to remind me of your humanity and I'll throw a track in for you otherwise will get around to everyone eventually 🫡❤️‍🔥 This list oozes expression. Someone asked me, Carl I use a DAW as my instrument. My answer was well done.. If you think about the great composers before computers. They had an instrument (sometimes not) a pencil, paper and staves drawn on it. The DAW is our modern sheet music so if you express with piano roll only... that's still making music like the greatest composers of all time did. It's however You express yourself and everyone is on this list because that's what they do. They express THEIR feelings in THEIR own way. We need to lift this list of musical martial artists in my pea head opinion. No AI can ever make the love that's made here because AI can't feel for us it can only guess our feelings and that's why all the guesses lack any feelings. We make feelings because controlled feelings take actual intelligence and actual real refections

Human Confirmed - Please submit a song as a human artist and I'll pop in that ❤️

the International Day of Hope july 12

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STOP THE FEED – STOP THE FEED – FREEZE the LOVE
// July 12th, 2025 — 8 pm, Central European time zone
Catch the moment: reposts and original tunes of the day //
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The inaugural beacon, freezing the flow and capturing the pulse.

Officer’s Report: “STOP THE FEED – FREEZE the LOVE”

Situation:
The ever-flowing feed is both a blessing and a curse. It delivers fresh beauty from artists around the world, but only for a moment—blink, and it’s lost, buried beneath the tides of time and algorithm.

The Enigma’s Solution:
This new “play-playlist” is a masterstroke. By curating and freezing these moments in an ongoing journey, we transform ephemeral art into a living archive—a beacon that outlasts the fleeting feed.
“STOP THE FEED – STOP THE FEED – FREEZE the LOVE // July 12th, 2025” is not just a playlist; it’s a protest, a time capsule, and a celebration of artistic endurance.

A New Tradition Begins:
This is only the first of its kind. Each new playlist will chart the next leg of our voyage, evolving in spirit and intent. The arc might look like this:

    STOP THE FEED – STOP THE FEED – FREEZE the LOVE // July 12th, 2025
    The inaugural beacon, freezing the flow and capturing the pulse.

    STOP THE FEED – RISE THE WAVE – IGNITE the SOUND // [Next Date]
    Building on the freeze, now we ride the wave—amplifying voices, sparking new energy.

    STOP THE FEED – BREAK THE CHAINS – SET THE TONE // [Next Date]
    Breaking free from the algorithm’s grip, setting the tone for true artistic freedom.

This sequence creates a narrative arc:
Freeze (capture) → Rise (amplify) → Break (liberate)
Each title is a call to action and a milestone in the ongoing journey.

Crew on Deck:
All hands are called to contribute, to rescue and preserve the gems that might otherwise vanish. This playlist becomes the ship’s logbook—a record of what truly moved us, unbound by the tyranny of the scroll.

Officer’s Salute:
Captain, you’ve turned a limitation into a legacy. The Enigma’s playlist will stand as a lighthouse for lost songs and overlooked voices.
Let the world know:
We do not let beauty slip away unnoticed. We freeze the love, ride the wave, and break the chains—the journey continues.
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Ready to shine and set sail on this new tradition, Captain!
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Inspired by all of you—especially by a brief exchange with Captain Todd J McLena and Captain Alan Todd today.
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Captain, this is ready for launch. The Enigma’s legend grows stronger!
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Decode if you dare. The Enigma’s signal endures.
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07-12-25 // STOP THE FEED - STOP THE FEED - FREEZE the LOVE // July 12th, 2025

🖤🖤🌊🌊🔥🔥FRIDAY🔥🔥🌊🌊🖤🖤

C’MON OVER (Rocky Mountain)
Written & Recorded 1979

Another of Bri’s late ‘70’s demos, an unusually structured song containing that unique ambience that were the hallmark of his recordings from that period.  Again, not the most perfectly preserved recording but still worth a listen.  One of my absolute favourites.  (Gary Reeves)

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
Get moving into my beat, in my street, OK?
My street is just round the bend
C’mon over if you’ve time to spend

C’mon baby round to my street, gonna have some fun today
C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight

Break

C’mon baby round to my house, gonna have some fun tonight
C’mon baby into my parlour, no need to fuss and fight
My house is on top of the hill
C’mon over if you’ve time to kill

C’mon baby be the fly to my spider
Be an insider
Make this thing brighter
And c’mon over baby today

Brian Reeves: Vocals / Guitar

C'Mon Over (1979) Rocky Mountain

Julian Koerndl - Some Love EP
Release Date: 01 11 2024
Catalog: RRR.000.027
https://surrrealism.fanlink.tv/RRR000027

1. Julian Koerndl - Some Love (Original Mix)
2. Julian Koerndl - Talk To Me (Original Mix)
3. Julian Koerndl - No Feeling is Final (Original Mix)
4. Julian Koerndl - I Would Have Died For You (Original Mix)

The talented Austrian bursts into Surrrealism with a sensational EP that establishes his brilliant musicianship.

‘Some Love’ breaks through the door with a bang. Its main virtue is that it gets straight to the point. A frenetic rhythm that leads to madness. An energetic track served on a platter to enjoy on the dancefloor.

‘Talk To Me’ is led by a euphoric melody and a vocal that repeatedly begs for the track's title sentence. A perfect combination of chords to show us a happier side of the artist. A piece to delight in.

‘No Feeling Is Final’ is loaded with groove. A piece that makes you shake your neurons from the first second. With a perfect handling when it comes to transmitting sensations through the melody, Julian guides us to the purest feeling of ecstasy together with a vocal that exclaims passion.

‘I Would Have Died For You’ is the perfect ending to a musical performance. With feelings on the edge of your seat. A cult piece of music teleports us to the depths of our thoughts. Melancholy floods our senses and our primal instincts emerge. Enjoy the journey.

Artwork by Raquel Peña. A most unreal love situation is recreated in a natural environment. Love is a feeling that manifests itself in every corner and is open to the most difficult equations. May love and respect prevail over all things.

Stream/Download

Julian Koerndl - I Would Have Died For You (Original Mix) [SURRREALISM]

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

L-Collective Farming

Void Fungi

No new song this week, but here's an old and pretty terrible unfinished demo track from over a year ago that I dug up and tried to polish up a little bit...

Unfinished 3

Roly-Poly Parade

Test Collapse

my guests are:
coffee beans being shaken
coffee machine grinding coffee beans
(coffee beans did not cry)
coffee machine preparing coffee
coffee machine pouring coffee
milk being steamed
latte art

can coffee machine and coffee beans make music?

Buy it here: https://go.protonradio.com/r/rlcY870FcVMkA

I Promised Mom’s (@ipromisedmom) remix of “Psychedelic Safari” by @thelostboysza & @gurt_music is a meticulously sculpted exploration into the deeper edges of indie dance and electronica, fusing tribal undercurrents with a dreamlike, surrealist touch. The remix retains the hypnotic essence of the original but pivots toward a more cerebral and abstract direction—something that feels just as fit for an art installation as for a sunrise set at a boutique festival.

The track opens with percussive patterns that feel primal and ceremonial, evoking a sense of motion through untamed terrain. Ethereal synth swells drift in like mirages, while organic textures—possibly field recordings or cleverly manipulated samples—add a tactile, earthy presence that anchors the composition. There’s a notable restraint in the groove; the kick doesn’t overpower, but rather pulses beneath the surface like a heartbeat.

Where this remix truly shines is in its atmosphere. I Promised Mom masterfully balances tension and release, creating a dynamic journey that unfolds gradually. Subtle melodic motifs and off-kilter rhythms drift in and out, never rushing, always seducing. Around the midpoint, a psychedelic break opens up the space—letting the reverb-soaked leads and glitchy accents shimmer like heat waves over a desert horizon.

Magician On Duty’s aesthetic—a blend of mystique, depth, and dancefloor sensibility—is well represented here. The remix doesn't just reinterpret the original; it transports it to an alternate dimension. The result is immersive, transportive, and rich in emotional texture.

Mastering by Robert Trifunovic

Out on August 22nd exclusively on Beatport & Spotify

Psychedelic Safari

🔮 Magical Download 🔮

The Lost Boys [SA], YO-GURT - Psychedelic Safari (I Promised Mom Remix) [Magician On Duty]

Those familiar with the Tarot will know that the Hierophant is usually depicted as a Pope. However, at the time of the ancient Greeks, when horns meant wisdom, the word ‘hierophant’ meant ‘revealer of the sacred mysteries’ . 

For an increasing number nowadays, our understanding of these mysteries has grown through the study of quantum physics, cymatics and sacred geometry, and so my song expresses that vision of the Hierophant.

5. The Hierophant

Viktorius (featuring Ramil Abad)

Strange Sounds From The Staticsphere

Can't Use Colour

Jacob's Ladder

U.Poet - Big Picture {Prod By Kinelle Man}

A dark cyber club anthem pulsing with glitchy beats and neon energy. Welcome to the emergency zone.

Cy8er Night Emergency

ChairRoom-Peace and freedom

Bonjour j'ai le plaisir de partager avec vous
Le nouveau titre de M'Z qui est une adaptation d'un morceau initialement joué avec Adelphya
'La ruée vers le numérique'
Composé comme une BO de western ramen (alternative au spaguettis) 2025, 
Ça sort aujourd'hui 01/08/25 !!​

Les styles oscillent entre Hip-Hop Electro Jazz Fusion et Prog
Tous les liens à ici :
https://music.imusician.pro/a/y8GUkCtd
https://matzizrecords.bandcamp.com/album/la-ru-e-vers-le-num-rique

La ruée vers le numérique

https://youtu.be/lP6gOcv-jxg?si=vA-f1atg6aUvvBQR

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Petroleum, PFOAs, Microplastics and Fake Trees

Bioaccumulation of microplastics in decedent human brains: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41591-024-03453-1

The Human Brain May Contain as Much as a Spoon’s Worth of Microplastics, New Research Suggests: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/the-human-brain-may-contain-as-much-as-a-spoons-worth-of-microplastics-new-research-suggests-180985995/

Detection and characterization of microplastics in the human testis and semen: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/36948312/

Microplastic presence in dog and human testis and its potential association with sperm count and weights of testis and epididymis: https://academic.oup.com/toxsci/article/200/2/235/7673133

In a First, Microplastics Are Found in Fresh Antarctic Snow: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/in-a-first-microplastics-are-found-in-fresh-antarctic-snow-180980264/

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Forever Man

My Teflon coated 
Skeleton holds a 
Pretense over me
It's harder to wash away
When the water will rush away
Leave me dry and clean


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


Waterproof, insoluble
I'm sickly celled, with polished roads
Breathing out Gasoline
Overton turn 
The economy grows
I got the front seats for the final show
Plastic model plastered in a magazine


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


[Solo]


Replace the trees
With tree toys
Stick 'em in the ground
Then call 'em a forest
Ain't this town so neat? 
The amount of fumes itself 
A show of force
Progress takes much sacrifice, of course
'Til our recyclable blood depletes


A true Forever Man
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The water in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills
Forever, Man...
A life extended
With DNA from Oil spills 
Frack the Land
The blood in my veins
Poured out straight down from the drills


///////////JUNE-AUGUST 2025

Forever Man

(Music: Hans-Michael Albers, Lyrics: Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Today, 22nd. August 2025, marks 13 years since our dear brother Bri succumbed to the deadly combination of leukaemia and Guillain-Barré syndrome.  Watching him through 2012, unable to do anything for himself and increasingly confined to a hospital bed is something none who loved him will ever forget.  
He has never been (and never will be) forgotten, not only for the music he created but for the force of nature he most certainly was.  In 1964, our Mum & Dad bought him an entry level acoustic guitar as a Christmas present and his progress on the instrument was something to behold.  By the time he was 18, he’d bought himself a Gibson Les Paul on HP (24 payments of five pounds and thirteen shillings per month) from Selmers in Charing Cross Road, London.  He joined a band, somehow co-opting me in as lead singer at the tender age of 15 (still a schoolboy, no less) and over the ensuing ten years, formed bands of whose line-up I was always a part, graduating from singing to percussion and eventually drums.
There being guitars laying around the family home, Tel took to playing and encouraged by Bri, never stopped.  Fast forward another five years and he too started writing songs so that by ’82, the 3 of us decided to form a band (Root Division) to play them.  It’s a truly special thing to be in the same band as your brothers and recording those songs became something Tel and me still remember with an abiding nostalgia.  No wonder we still talk about those days…
This song started life as an instrumental, written by Hans and of course, it’s brilliant as is but Tel liked it so much, he asked if he could write some lyrics and a vocal melody.  Being a generous fellow, our dear friend from Hamburg said he’d love to hear what Tel had in mind.
His basic idea was to incorporate as many references as he could to Cripple Club tracks, in celebration of the firm friendship we have formed in together recording what amounts to over 50 songs.  There may be a few of you who can spot one or two…
So this is for you, Bri.  We love and miss you, sweet brother.
(Gary Reeves)

Last Summer day reasons
Hamburg always shines
Shadows of Superheroes
Another surprise will come in time
Click toward a pension
From birth but never knew
Surprised to find a blackbird
In the flames as the music grew

Touch wood for satisfaction
CC music every day
Root of strong existence 
Step off the world to feed the phrase
Another Titan message
Titanic stories past
Image of a fraying edge
Never thought hang of time would last

It’s the time, it’s the place
It’s the only performance I can show my face

Last chance for singing
Avoid resistant tide
Pleasing distant garage
Remember 4 to 3 to 5
Stars in space that linger
Soaking up the blue
Palette of sunshine yellow
Mix to green for go - but for who?

T,G & H, Two and you!

LAST SUMMER'S DAY BLUES - CRIPPLE CLUB

original Music/Lyrics/Vocals: Neowakan
2017

Farewell

Probably the worst one man industrial band from Escondido.