Loving your tunes man great mix of indie new wave pop  but  experimental in parts ￼￼ that makes it different .Good stuff and  recommend from SC ￼👍

deep electronic trip into universe
Enjoy!

Area 51 (deep trip mix)

Cults

sitting here
what do you see?

i dont nothin 
from punchin the walls

staring at the walls

im staring the walls
staring at the climate
i got lots of things to stare at
someone is tryin to play a
trick on me
ay i got tricked

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Listen the sampled, the original great piece, artist: Tutta Jew, piece: Talven Ruusu (Rose of the winter).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uszzNKb7L44

Moon Nazis Took Over This Snowy White Planet But The Freckles Make You Cute. At Least In This Light.

20210520

Emerging from fog

Hounds (Final Mix)

Clauceyl

Dexx - dancing with my shadow (prod. Imo tape productions

Is Vic there?

Is Vic there (in the style of Department S)

A new year, and new assignments...
This time around I joined up with Kim and Charlie to write a Rock song.
Whether we hit the target or not is up to your judgement.

Thank you for listening. Enjoy, and rage!

composition : Charlie, Kim, Gideon
production/drums: Charlie
arrangement/vocal/guitar(s): Gideon
lyrics/bass: Kim

The song is inspired by Dylan Thomas' poem "Do not go gentle into that good night", and therefor we'd like to share it with you.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



Hi Dad ❤️

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