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Ladat’s Support Dec’25 vol.1

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"YOU CAN'T STUNT IN A MAZDA" TRACK 2 FROM SILHOUETTES & PROPORTIONS AN ALBUM BY NED, THE KOALA
PRODUCED BY NED, THE KOALA
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YOU CAN'T STUNT IN A MAZDA

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

Robert W Orpin: Clown without a smile (tke1 demo)
recorded via ableton live
condenser microphone -acoustic guitar,acoustic Bass,Voice
Please listen share thank you:)
Feedback welcome:)

Lyrics:

   Clown without a smile

It Keeps coming
Rain keep falling down
It Keeps coming
The applause has died away
A clown without  a smile
Such a sad thing to see...

It keeps coming 
A Sorrow that slowly drowns
It keeps coming
Love has gone away
Watching a clown without a smile
Is  a pathetic place to be..

The people are laughing
Not with  you 
But at you 
A fall from the wire
Brings the greatest applause. 
They shot the white horses
When they should've  shot the clown 
Oh  please put him out of his misery
He bringing the whole place down.

It Keeps coming
Tears keep falling down
It Keeps coming
Wipe the grease paint away
A clown without  a smile
Such a sad thing to see...

It keeps coming 
A Sorrow that slowly drowns
It keeps coming
Love has gone away
Watching a clown without a smile
It such a pathetic place to be..
Girl on the wire
Fell into the arms
Of the strongman
A broken figure sits alone 
The Crowd murmers obscenities 
A clown without a smile 
Such a sad thing to see
(I can't help thinking)
That clown looks alot like me.

It Keeps coming
Rain keep falling down
It Keeps coming
The  whispers have died away
A clown without  a smile
Such a sad thing to see...
It keeps coming 
A Sadness  that slowly drowns
It keeps coming
Love has gone away
A clown without a smile
Is a lonely way to be...

(ORPIN2025)


Clown without a smile tke1

How Will I Know  ZERØSPACE MIX

This song is about living in the moment, spending time with the people that give meaning to your life while you still can

Before This Moment's Gone

Hard trap type beat (prodbyAmin X Haresbeat)

just your average mommy issue, anger filled daughter venting🤷🏻
anyways i do plan on trying to become more consistent in releasing as i know ive been slacking on posting.
stay tuned for upcoming releases though, as this is just the start

What Momma Doesn’t See

Legacy over trends. Just real lyrics and good rhythm.

Turn this one up 🔊

#NewMusic #ChasingTheLight #HipHop #IndependentArtist

Chasing the Light

Mother I’m A Rolling Stone Ft. ai12DIE & StankBox

Symphonic Dances - 4. Whispering Steps | for Wind Symphony Orchestra (Work in Progress)

All parts by Robert Grigg
Drums By Yamaha Keyboard

One Morning

95 bpm Melangolic track, with spanish guitar and desert atmosphere

 free download

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#dark #moody #chillout #downtempo #platinumbutterfly #guitar #desolation

Desert Cries

Let’s enjoy this night out,
Drink this poisoned cocktail,
I don’t have a cock but
At least I’m not in jail 

I grew up in a Kentucky dumpster with a bum on bumps and a bummer it was, sucks a gunner I was that fucked every summer and plucked every feather I’m nuts and the weather is fun and my guts are fantastic.  Elastic, your flaccid,  and rabid and rancid im Gina Da Lesbian showing her ass on acid to a fat chick who’s damaged from pork chops and inbalanced and tragic and challenged to manage the damage of her diet, your quiet and I’m a fucking riot.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

I like to scissor chicks in winter kid so our legs light up like splinters you’ve never seen a fire start quicker than when I lick the whiskers.  I’m into big girls, lox pearls and smoke cigs, twirl my head around to scare squirrels I’m mad at the world and the world is a cartoon, looney and rude, hopelessly screwed but I chew off the dark thoughts, my titties are store bought, I shimmy shimmy cocoa puff to wherever the GOATS are cause ima hope star rhyming dope bars for everyone from the pentagon to the pope, rent an office and mope, the Pentecost can’t come soon enough.  I’m Gina Da Lesbian I’m from the moon and tough.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

Gina Da Lesbian Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

Empty echoes in my head
Put me in a place of dread
And I realize that all the books I’ve read
Haven’t taught me nothing.

I’m back at beginning and beginning 
To budge got a grudge and not one nut
But I’m a nut that’ll gut any putz in the palodeum explode on him and load the kid with holes and shit…

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.

I’m present
And resent
Both the past 
And the future
Feel super
Deal hoopla 
Real shooter
Meal looter
Tree climber
Line doer 
Fine, neuter 
Me I’m zany 
And crazy
And maybe
The day B
Too short
For these
Contortions
Of thought 
Your style
Is store bought
My swag is all wrought 
brought with thought

Im here now
And I hear sounds
And I’m near proud
Of my mouth
And what comes out

Galaxies of Tragedy
Oh where is my sanity?
Poems read for vanity
This can’t be all that’s left of me!

It’s emptiness that fills the void
But when it’s full I get annoyed
I know it’s bull but I enjoy
Staring into nothingness.