_ post punk / darkwave / cold wave _Set 6

ALBUM
https://this-is-the-bridge.bandcamp.com/album/neuzeit-grotesk

Into The Sun

Endless Lies

More info here:
neednowaterrecords.com/needno020

Clas Tuuth - Glass Remixes
Glass featuring Catriona Irving
Remixed by Clas Tuuth, Plaisir De France & Probe One

for WAV/FLAC go to:
bleep.com/release/57536-clas-t…irving-glass-remixes

Clas Tuuth - Glass (Plaisir De France Remix)

Supernova 1006 - BSIDES (WVWY79 Remix)

Artist: DIKTATUR
Diktatur is César Canali & Lana Popsimonova
Song:  Things That They Did´t Teach us.
Album: Not So Cold Vol.2 Release Date 01July2015
www.tacuararecords.bandcamp.com
www.facebook.com/diediktatur

Diktatur - Things That They Didn't Teach Us ( C.Canali & Popsimonova )

Thanatos je gorak bijeli šećer
Riječi pretvara u šljunak, a misli u prah
Jezik buja od ritma, vrtim ga u krug
Miris živog, toplog mesa osjećam po svud 

Thanatos u meni bubnja, osjećam strah
kao gladan pas trga me u ritmu
Thanatos u meni bubnja, osjećam strah
i gušim ga šećerom

Thanatos je gorak okus cigarete
anksiozan crveni ruž
Ispod tri sloja parfema ti si izgubljeno dijete
miris živog, toplog mesa osjećaš po svud

Thanatos u meni bubnja, osjećam strah
kao gladan pas trga me u ritmu
Thanatos u meni bubnja, osjećam strah
i gušim ga šećerom

Grlo, suho 
Zubi žvaču riječi
Srce udara
Ruke drže što je ostalo od nas


Shaita & Gregor - Thanatos

https://www.discogs.com/fr/Cold-Colors-The-Horizon-And-Beyond/release/7125944
Cold Colors' debut on Nocta Numerica Records
(Vinyl / Digital)
Buy the digital version here: https://noctanumerica.bandcamp.com
Buy the vinyl on Clone, Juno, Deejay.de, Red Eye Records or directly from our Bandcamp. 

Catalog number: NN002
Title: The Horizon And Beyond
Artist: Cold Colors
Distributed by Syncrophone (Worldwide)
Artwork : Humangigz

A1 - Through The Window
A2 - Last Flight For Your Life
A3 - The Horizon And Beyond
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B1 - Analog Memories
B2 - You In The Mirror
B3 - No Way Out

[Preview] Cold Colors - The Horizon And Beyond

Never—no, never—could they have imagined it.
That an encounter with an extraterrestrial civilization might come to pass. Yes, the probability existed. But it seemed so infinitesimal, so distant, that it belonged more to dream than to calculation. Humanity lifted its gaze to the stars, convinced that if such a day ever arrived, it would be written in the heavens.

And yet…

The worst nightmare took shape.
Yes, a civilization existed—alien, monstrous, and all too real.
The encounter came, but not where we expected.

No… not in the firmament.
Not in the frozen infinity of space.

But beneath our feet.
Beneath the Earth’s crust.

It was there we found them.
A swarming immensity, ancient and foul. The air reeked of damp stone and rotting flesh; the ground quivered beneath the innumerable stirrings of their bodies. In the dark resounded the chittering of their limbs, the wet rasp of their breath, the obscene scraping of flesh against stone. Even the most battle-hardened souls felt their minds split, for to gaze upon those shapes—nameless, writhing, obscene—was to stand at the very threshold of madness.

And this discovery… tolled the death knell of mankind.

For we then understood that we had never been the masters of this world.
That our empires, our religions, our sciences were but fragile ornaments resting upon a treacherous surface.
Since ages older than ocean and mountain, beneath the weight of stone and fire, the true sovereigns had slumbered. Their memory already haunted our myths: Hades, Tartarus, the underworld—forebodings repressed, disguised as legend.

We were but a fleeting dream, an illusion of autonomy.
And already, in the bowels of the earth, something stirs.
The true masters awaken.
Their hour is not to come—
it has come.


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Jamais, non jamais, ils n’auraient pu l’imaginer. Qu’une rencontre avec une civilisation extraterrestre puisse advenir — certes, la probabilité existait. Mais elle paraissait si infime, si lointaine, qu’elle relevait davantage du songe que du calcul. L’humanité levait les yeux vers les étoiles, persuadée que si ce jour devait survenir, il serait écrit dans le ciel. Et pourtant… Le pire cauchemar prit corps. Oui, une civilisation existait — étrangère, monstrueuse, et bien réelle. La rencontre eut lieu, mais pas là où nous l’attendions. Non… pas dans le firmament. Pas dans l’infinité glaciale de l’espace. Mais sous nos pieds. Sous la croûte terrestre. C’est là que nous les découvrîmes. Une immensité grouillante, ancienne et fétide. L’air empestait la pierre moite et la chair en décomposition ; le sol vibrait sous le fourmillement innombrable de leurs corps. Dans l’obscurité résonnaient le cliquetis de leurs membres, le râle visqueux de leur respiration, le frottement immonde de chairs contre la roche. Même les âmes les plus aguerries sentirent leur esprit se fendre, car contempler ces formes — innommables, grouillantes, obscènes — revenait à marcher au seuil même de la folie. Et cette découverte… sonnait le glas de l’humanité. Car nous comprîmes alors que nous n’avions jamais été les maîtres de ce monde. Que nos empires, nos religions, nos sciences n’étaient que des ornements fragiles posés sur une surface trompeuse. Depuis des ères plus anciennes que l’océan et la montagne, sous le poids de la pierre et du feu, les véritables souverains sommeillaient. Leur souvenir rôdait déjà dans nos mythes : Hadès, le Tartare, les enfers — autant de pressentiments refoulés que nous avions déguisés en légendes. Nous n’étions qu’un rêve fugace, une illusion d’autonomie. Et déjà, dans les entrailles de la terre, quelque chose remue. Les véritables maîtres s’éveillent. Leur heure n’est pas à venir — elle est venue.

The Hour of the Depths

Roman Skirts - Goodbye Japan

T̷h̴e̶ ̸L̸o̵n̸g̴ ̵L̴a̶s̴t̵ ̸M̷i̷l̵e̶ ̴(̸E̴x̷i̶s̷t̴e̵n̷t̴i̷a̸l̴ ̸D̴r̸e̴a̴d̷ ̵M̴i̸x̷)̵

  In the garden, lifted sleeves
  Did she turn her head to me?
  Sing the victory song to me

  In the garden where we sleep,
  Angels guarding where we sleep

  Upend symbols underneath
  Wonder where these branches lead
   I leave these lovers in the trees

  In time, time you turn to leave
  I leave these sleepers in the trees
  In the garden where they sleep
 
  In the garden where we sleep
  Did she turn her head to me?


Sleepers

Ghost officer

Extrait de l'album Macrale, disponible en vinyle : https://distag.bandcamp.com/album/marcale

Rhume Carabiné - Dans La Vie

"Sodomie et Violence" by The Marquis was born from the depths of frustration and internalized anger. The self in conflict. Mostly written while on tour in Europe in 2018, the album also draws on new experiences/inspirations and features many samples recorded from a phone while on the road.

In this EP: 3 Originals mix by The marquis and 3 remixes by Black_Egg, MELANIA. & Paul Mørk.
credits
releases January 1, 2019

Written and produced by The Marquis.

Mastered by NIUMEN MASTERING.

Cigarette

Perfectly Red

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Supernova 1006 - BSIDES (WVWY79 Remix)

SUPERNOVA 1006

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