Good song, good guitar playing, good singing, only the production lacks a bit freq width

Rock 2

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

Night Drive

This is a song about asking for help.

Verse 1:
One day they finally told me it'd be good for me
To come here and talk to you
I didn’t take offence at all, i thought it was a joke
Cus that’s the sort of thing my friends might do
They said there was no guarantee
But it might somehow be good for me
I didn’t understand and still don’t see
The point of this and what the hell am I supposed to do

Chorus:
Cuz I, I don't talk about it much
I’m not sure that I should
I’ve managed all these years
I’ve done the best I could
I don’t talk about it much
I don’t remember talking ever doing me a whole lot of good

Verse 2:
You should know - there are things I won’t discuss
Things that I just don’t want to show
There are things I keep inside
Some things that make sense to hide
I survived them all and never cried
So there are probably things I’ll never let you know

Chorus:
Cuz I, I don't talk about it much
I’m not sure that i should
I’ve managed all these years
I’ve done the best I could
I don’t talk about it much
I don’t remember talking ever doing me a whole lot of good

Bridge:
This is scarier than I’ll admit - I’d never let that show
I was always hanging by a thread - but no one needed to know
Lately things have gotten worse - maybe more than I can take
But even so I worry that this could be a big mistake

Verse 3:
Somehow I’ve managed to get myself here
But now I guess I crossed some sort of line
But I’m terrified I’ll get it wrong
Cuz I pretty sure that I don’t belong
I’m just pretending that I’m strong
And I really hope I won’t be wasting both our time

Chorus 2:
I, I don't talk about it much
At least not ‘til today
But now I’m going to take a chance
And see if I can find something to say
I, I don't talk about it much
At least not ‘til today
But now I’m going to take a chance
And see if I can't find something to say

I Don't Talk About it Much

I Don't Talk About It Much

InSlava(demo)

Lyrics :

As I sit here beside you
Staring into your eyes
Loving everything about you
From your laugh to your smile

The picture is perfect
And I just don't understand
This impulse I have
To be holding your hand

And if I were holding your hand
I'd wanna feel your head lean against my chest
I like to think that would make me blind to this desire I have to feel your lips against mine
(bridge:)
There's something I need
Just something to feed on
A hand to hold onto
A shoulder to lean on
(chorus:)
And now I'm here beside you
I should be grateful just for living 
But even if I were inside you
There would still be something missing

Some are happy just by taking
Others are happy just by giving
But no matter what I do
There's just always something missing
(verse)
No matter how much I wanna feel
Or how much I wanna love
I always end up in the same place
Where I just watch you fly above

I almost feel like I'm like you
Yet I never feel quite human
Wish you could show me it's untrue
Just some paranoÏd delusion

I guess it all sounds kinda dumb
Cause after all, we all feel the same way
Just trying to make ourselves numb
While we're waiting for our Heyday
(bridge)
(First chorus)
(Second chorus:)
I've never liked to take
And I'm kinda tired of giving
I feel my bones start to break
Under the weight of something missing

As my hands start to shake
And the room seems to be spinning
If I took all I could take
Would there still be something missing ?

Something Missing

תצייר לי בחול

#17 on the Re-Ex PoP-Rock Chart ( on TOP40)
The Hungarian horsemen and later the Hungarian hussars were famous for their cavalry gallop, which they practiced professionally. This inspired this music, for which I used guitar, drums, synthesizer and Ableton line.

Gallop

Streaming !

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.

We Call It Rock N Roll

I Tunes

[ Zooloo ] DYB

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

Groan Up

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

live-short-and-die!.mp3

Warped

Fish Creek

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