the cure for what ailes you!!!! nice vibes !

Thanks for the DL !!! fab track ; ) Gui x

Great cold electro. Spin me round and fade to gray. :)

Thanks to Indoszfera for letting me sample his field recordings.

I am pretty sure you are a chemical robot

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Thanks to Ive T. for the wicka wicka wicka

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the only demo recovered from a second set of tapes.

The Darkwave Demo (that place over the moon aka skeletal structures) is an enigma. Originally believed to have been recovered from a cassette found in a mangled backpack in the Ukrainian woods near Chernobyl, all documented evidence of its true origin has subsequently been redacted into obscurity. The sounds contained within are certainly as cold and foreboding as a bleak eastern-bloc landscape, yet also contain moments of light and triumph, shrouded in a sensibility somehow slightly askew from normal western values. There is an 80's optimism here, but it's not the 80's of John Hughes and Miami Detectives. Instead, we are presented an alternate 80's where a chain-smoking Stassi asset slinks through foggy Berlin alleys to a rendezvous which may or may not end in bloodshed.

While the world may never know the truth behind the creation of these recordings, indeed even the true, original titles of the songs are a mystery, what is known is that these recordings survived and have steadfastly refused to fade into obscurity. The titles most in their most commonly accepted incarnation are what have been used here, although they surely bear little in common with the music they represent nor the creators’ intent, they have nevertheless become what the fans of this recording know and appreciate. One can only hope the person or persons responsible for this recording can both understand and appreciate the irony of the life these recordings have taken on, so far removed from their rightful world.

Music, in its’ purest form should ask more questions than it answers. To that extent, these recordings fulfill their responsibility admirably. We can wonder as to the fate of the artist behind these recordings – perhaps they succumbed to some terrible radiation induced sickness, it is even entirely possible the creator languishes in some forgotten gulag or perhaps was consumed by the mutated bears and wolves of the grim landscape rumored to be the source of these recordings, our truth is whatever we make of it, whatever we take from these sounds and meld into our own version of reality. It would be comforting to think that this was the intention all along, and that somewhere in our cold and lonely universe, whatever remains of the soul of this artist is satisfied and comforted in the knowledge that their voice has been heard.

the darkwave demo - umbilicus - demo instrumental

I RLLY DONT

Wake up

Laura Palmer's Theme from Twin Peaks in the style of the Stranger Things theme song. EDIT: To download this song, go to our Bandcamp: https://promqueenband.bandcamp.com

STRANGER PEAKS

"where the days are all night"

produced by el-p
additional guitar by matt sweeney
additional keys by nick hook
mixed by joey raia
mastered by joe laporta

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Thanks to the late Manuel Alvarez Bravo for creating the cover art photo “Fireworks for the Infant Jesus”, 1990 (Castillo en el barrio del Niño), by Manuel Álvarez Bravo (c) Copyright 1990 Archivo Manuel Álvarez Bravo, S.C.


fuck that bright shit
the spot or the flashlights 
we in la ducking both 
in the shadows with lead pipes 
the days are all night

see if i pay edison
no medicine
these blues ain’t more better when
my fever rise in the jungle 
as quick as the price spikes
the days are all night

my future snapped like a rubber band
off my fold on a hand to hand
he drew from his waist
i put two in his roof
and i can still hear his screams 
all night 

now they ride their portfolios 
like rodeos
rise every time my cherry glows
on the end of my cig as 
the smoke blows through the bars
and the co’s laugh fades
as he strolls away 
says i gotta pay 
off that roll away 
or its fuck your visitation days
and i pop off so in solitaire 
i dream of offing these fred astaires 
and the skin off my fingers tear 
we digging for windows here 
where the days are all night 

this city’s a trap my partner
under the lights of they choppers
bodies tools for they coffers
not worth the cost of our coffins
i stare at a future so toxic
no trust in the dust of a promise
won’t mark the name on a ballot
so they can be free to devour our options 
and just like you I’m a target
ill defined by the guap in my pocket
but the stage make figures 
as quick as it off em 
what marley  and pac get? 
i put these caps in capitals 
leave minds blazed in they capitols 
i step with a fury so actual fact 
that my offense could be capital 

we digging for windows here


digging for windows (single)

digging for windows

a master of transition in an attempt to be basic combines electronic redundancy with imagination and clever technique.

experiments in electronic redundancy, breaks, and audio sculpture recorded in various residences, venues and motel rooms with bare essentials, in strange situations, with strange company and an always altered consciousness.

no filter. simplicity rules. less is more.

the darkwave demo - umbilicus - demo instrumental

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