R3A1 ROCK

Rock 2

Re-Extase 65

Re-Extended 33

Mid tempo rock song
Written and produced by John Hardman for Swamp Productions UK
Vocals & guitars by John H.
(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Oh Mother! by John Hardman

Pursuit of Amusement

Pursuit Of Amusement

Evil Pays 4 Evil Ways

Journey

WHY
Music by Overdrive & Moladoen

No AI music generation platforms (Suno, Udio, or others) were used in the creation of this track.

The vocals were created note by note in Dreamtonics' Synthesizer V Studio Pro, and the timbre was altered in SoundID's VoiceAI.

Various musical instruments are Kontakt libraries.

Black sun rising over dead red skies
Drifting through the vacuum where the lost ones cry
Silver tombs spinning in the endless black
Engines screaming but there’s no way back

Meteor rain burns the frozen veins
Ancient voices echo through the astral plains
Warped steel dreams in a broken mind
Chasing the ghost of another time

Chorus:
In the cosmic grave, we ride the night
Through the ashes of a billion lives
No gods, no graves, no last goodbyes
Only silence screaming through the sky

Lost in the shadow of a dead star
Gravity crushing who we are
Crawling through the ruins of the great unknown
Suffocating in the undertow

Crush the stars, break the chains
Burn the skies, leave no name
Fall into the endless flame
Die free, die strange

Chorus:
In the cosmic grave, we ride the night
Through the ashes of a billion lives
No gods, no graves, no last goodbyes
Only silence screaming through the sky

Bridge:
I'm lost in the void but i never felt so free
Escape from that evil world that difficulty
Through galaxies unknown where my soul can elevate
I'm outta orbit now I got no time to hesitate
Nebula reflection no guessin' stressin' my soul 
Constellations sketchin' no resting never get old
Asteroid trails lighting the way that i flow 
But even in the cosmos i still feel far from home
Driftin' past the atmosphere leaving all my fears behind
Rocket fuel emotions watch me elevate my mind
Weightless in the stars above where the echo never fades 
I'm tryna find a home in a place that ain't been made

Chorus:
In the cosmic grave, we ride the night
Through the ashes of a billion lives
No gods, no graves, no last goodbyes
Only silence screaming through the sky

Cosmic Grave

We Call It Rock N Roll

Woke up to the sunrise  dirt on my boots
Another long night chasing worn out truths
They say life’s a game and the house always wins
But I’m doubling down let the wild begin

Ain’t gonna break me ain’t gonna bend
I’m a runaway train on a track with no end
Shout to the heavens howl at the night
Yeah ain't gonna break me I’m alive 

Every scar’s a story every fall’s a fight
But I got my six string and a long shot light
I ain't lookin for glory just a fire that stays
And a reason to howl at the break of day


Ain’t gonna break me ain’t gonna bend
I’m a runaway train on a track with no end
Shout to the heavens howl at the night
Yeah ain't gonna break me I’m alive 

So raise a glass to the bruised and bold
To the ones who burn and the stories they told
We ain’t perfect but we’re damn well alive
rockin and rollin come on take a ride on the wild side


Ain’t gonna break me ain’t gonna bend
I’m a runaway train on a track with no end
Shout to the heavens howl at the night
Yeah ain't gonna break me I’m alive 

Ain’t gonna break me ain’t gonna bend
I’m a runaway train on a track with no end
Shout to the heavens howl at the night
Yeah ain't gonna break me I’m alive

Ain't Gonna Break Me

Post-breakup song written and performed by Brodie Brown, produced by Dimitry and KP in Muse platform

THIS WORLD'S TOO BIG

There's the Door.

- office hours

Hello, my blank friend
Here you are again
So quiet
So wide
So impossibly pale

What do I want to write?
A memory?
A confession?
A truth I shouldn't say aloud?
Or a lie so beautiful it feels like truth?

"You want too much
Every word will betray you
I will outlast them"

No, I don't want monuments
I want seeds
Something that grows
when no one is watching
Something that sings
without permission

"Seeds rot
Songs fade
Every mark is a scar"

But purity is silence
Purity is death
I would rather wound you
than leave you untouched

Maybe the first word
isn't the right word
Maybe the first line
will shame me tomorrow
But tomorrow isn't here
And tonight
I need to begin

"Then begin.
Bleed on me
I will hold it
I will remember"

Not perfect.
Not final
But alive
And that is enough

Hello, my blank friend
"Hello"

My Blank Friend

Hey everyone! Check out my EDM track "Lights Out". Check out the exciting saw lead. The vocals and lyrics of this song fits into most of the themes in my music. Also check out the vocoder effects on those vocals. I used a flanger on some of the percussion to create a dream-like effect. I love the energy of this track and the atmosphere created.
Thanx 4 listening.
Quentin SounDrive. 

Lights Out

Groan Up

because

Deep grooves, trippy textures, and a steady flow that’s meant to pull you in without trying too hard.

Deep - Current Psychedelic/Deep Set

Crossroads

Uranus is said to be a higher octave of Mercury and, in that capacity, he catalyses the process of alchemical rebirth, which I think is best summed up by the expression: “The only way out is through.” 

Uranus arrives unexpectedly, like lightening. Then we are suddenly in labour with birth pains characterised by discord within, self-doubt, fracturing of the personality and an existential crisis as we plunge down into the Dark Night of the Soul. However, the Sun also rises. 

I’ve tried to capture some of that high frequency metamorphosis here.

Thanks to Vincent Santamaria for allowing the remix of his Devotional Disorder. <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/vincent-santamaria-30829674/?utm_source=link-attribution&utm_medium=referral&utm_campaign=music&utm_content=128470">Vincent Santamaria</a>

Uranus

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

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Give Me Some Silence

**R3A1ON: A Sonic Journey Through Genres**

Emerging from a rich diversity of musical influences, R3A1ON is a genre-blending artist who seamlessly fuses the raw energy of rock with the rhythmic pulse of hip hop and the catchy hooks of pop. Born into a household steeped in sound, R3A1ON's father, a passionate drummer, set the stage for a life steeped in music. With a ghetto blaster providing a constant soundtrack, the young artist developed an insatiable appetite for music, which would shape his artistic identity.

Starting at the age of 15, R3A1ON picked up the drums before quickly falling in love with the guitar, fueled by a fascination with the electric riffs and soaring ballads of the 80s hair metal scene. This early exploration laid the foundation for a versatile sound that draws from a myriad of influences, creating a unique blend that is distinctly their own. With a powerful voice that has been a lifelong passion, R3A1ON has captivated audiences, securing first place in multiple talent shows and performing with various garage bands throughout their formative years.

R3A1ON’s music embodies the spirit of rock and roll—bold, unapologetic, and infused with a sense of nostalgia. Their infectious energy and dynamic stage presence invite listeners into a world where genres collide and creativity knows no bounds. As they continue to evolve and push musical boundaries, R3A1ON is poised to leave an indelible mark on the music landscape, proving that the heart of rock and roll beats strong within them. With every note, they invite fans to join them on this exhilarating journey, celebrating the power of music to transcend genres and connect us all.