November

WL//WH - FEBRUARY 2021 \\ Post Punk/ Coldwave/ Darkwave/ SynthPop/ Minimal Synth

https://whitelight-whiteheat.com/playlist/wl-wh-weekly-post-punk-darkwave-dark-synth-tips-09-21/

WL//WH - FEBRUARY 2021 \\ Post Punk/ Coldwave/ Darkwave/ SynthPop/ Minimal Synth

Scandinavian PostPunk & Nordic Wave | Synth, DarkWave, Goth, DarkPop, EBM, PostPunk

T0tvm

Kælan Mikla

Kalt

Nonn

Lost

International

Illume

New Boys

band: Kælan Mikla
song: Hvernig kemst ég upp [amphetamix]
https://www.facebook.com/Kaelanmikla/
https://kaelanmikla.bandcamp.com/
remix: Hans Backovic (KRUR)
https://krur-music.bandcamp.com/
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oT4u4YB2ptc&feature=youtu.be

Kælan Mikla - Hvernig Kemst Ég Upp [Amphetamix - Hans Backovic]

All instruments and vocals performed by Totem
Written, recorded, mixed and mastered by Totem

Artwork by Sanne De Neige

Totem

A Night In Reverse

1st single from upcoming album

Composed, performed, produced & mixed by: 
Christoffer Bagge 

Mastered by: 
Steven Smith

Cover art photo taken by Sally Dige
Edited by Trina Echidna (Mouth Wound)

Look for the music video on YouTube.

Figment (Single)

Figment

Passage

Momentary

MUSIC VIDEO: https://youtu.be/twpLyDgvPk4

Be in the way 
It's electric shock
Remember the time 
You knew it would work
You've been a dirty little liar
It's mine now.
You live a dirty little life
You will never be mine now

I won 
This game
You called
Drying up
I saw the same
It broke him
That man

You lose in me
You're running away

When you touch me
I feel like I'm dying now
When you touch me 
It's like the world disappears now

It's like overload of life 
And that's the way that I like it
It's like the fire in me 
Get's you over the wire

I let you dream for years,
You dream about your dream
But what about me
What about my dreams

I won 
This game
You called
Drying up
I saw the same
It broke him
That man

You lose in me

___________________

Amiture is a New York City musician and filmmaker. Having grown up in the American South, his story begins in the heavy, humid air of Virginia and finds itself now in the vaporized bodily aether of the New York dance floor. This perspective is conveyed in his music with a certain darkness, narrative patience, and indeterminacy. Images of love, loss, and desire puncture the danceable rhythms and lend an emotional consistency that carries the listener through his debut record, The Beach.

Amiture is pleased in conjuring a sonic world that can appear veiled—and even playfully illegible. His character is that of a narrator condemned to give form to a series of events that may bear no meaning in their association, but all of which are packed tight with emotion, interest, and memory. He keeps his own dignity by taunting the listener, but only a little bit. The Beach pursues this meandering expressivity with grace.

In his prior musical work, Amiture used his given name, Jack Whitescarver. Under this name, he spent about two years touring the music that would become The Beach along with his older catalog of sparse, experimental, and sometimes humorous music. The songs that make up Amiture’s debut took their form in front of live audiences that placed what-would-become-Amiture’s music in the worlds of acts like Pelada, Kedr Livansky, and Minimal Violence.

Listening to the music & lyrics of The Beach is like using a fading flashlight to illuminate a cave—where one is unsure of whether they are on their way out or if they are just getting deeper. This journey, however, is reprised and explored with club beats, pop melodies, and a production fidelity that couples creative ambition and spatial darkness in ways not unlike the baroque pop masterpieces of late 1960s Scott Walker. The Beach can be a pop album or it can be a broody meditation—this choice is up to the listener.

The music of Amiture also have a filmic quality to them, one that adds a VHS sheen to the diaristic aura of this body of songs. The tracks “Touch,” “The Beach,” and “Let’s Talk" display this characteristic best. On “The Beach,” Amiture sings, “And I’m staring out that window out at the sea—There I see the rare reflection of you and me—The dog is racing down from the other side of the hill.” It is in the simultaneity of feeling and image that Amiture’s music feels born of a cinematic instinct—nothing is explained but everything is on display.

Amiture’s sound exists in the vast in-betweens of Kate Bush and Suicide, or Throbbing Gristle and Prince. It nods to contemporary club, dance, & sound music while paying homage to melody and lyricism. The Beach, however, is not an attempt at staking a flag in some unknown sonic universe, either. The textures, lyrics, and imagery are indeed referential, but they aim to be so in such a way that deepens the listener’s aesthetic & emotional understanding of said references. This is an album that unearths the roots systems of meaning of seemingly familiar plant life—but these revealed limbs may leave more questions than they give answers. The Beach is a reminder that even universal feelings can appear more alien than familiar under close inspection.

The Beach

Touch

Absorbed into same old patterns
 A denial of the current
This withering
Of expectation 
Will leave you
Transparent  

Abstract figures
 Of an all-time low
Strayed from the tracks of reason 
The lack of anger
Is the fool’s mark
Newfound prophets 
Speak through glass  

You’re always seeking permanence
In constant limitations 
But this haze
Of situations
Will make us 
Timeless

Credits
Originally written & performed by Metro Cult 
Christoffer Bagge (Totvm), Johannah Jørgensen, Johan Schultz & Klaus Anstrup
Transparent EP, Mass Media Records, 2015
Recorded and Mixed by Totvm, Copenhagen 2020
Mastered by Philip at Copilco Productions, Berlin

The Destructive Character

10 transparent

trauma leaves your side
and wander off somewhere
if you only knew 
how much they care for you

  what if they make it home 
but you’re not there?
'cause there’s nothing for you 
here is nothing for you 

who will take your place 
when the future begins? 
since you revealed 
how your heart’s not in it

would you change your pace?
a pulse through the bones
you didn’t want to go 
now it’s too late for you 

you inherited 
satisfaction 
still starve
serotonin

Credits
released as a single November 6, 2020
All music & lyrics by Totvm/Totem
Backing vocals & additional vocal productions by Trina Echidna
Recorded & Mixed by Totvm, Copenhagen 2020
Mastered by Philip at Copilco Productions, Berlin

05 cell.memory

All This Useless Desire

All This Useless Desire - FOKKER

#synthwave #postpunk #darkwave
Spotify https://open.spotify.com/artist/46gs6...
Instagram https://www.instagram.com/videotraum/
Soundcloud https://soundcloud.com/videotraum
Bandcamp https://videotraum.bandcamp.com/releases

Renacer

From the album 'Apocalypso' by Monsieur Crane,  

Available on 12" vinyl on TONN Recordings. 

Mastered by WELLENCOCKTAIL Tonstudio & Musikproduktion

Image courtesy and © Christophe Mauberqué

Apocolypso

Coup Bas

Coup Bas - Monsieur Crane (from the 12" vinyl album 'Apocalypso')

„Come with me under the floor… You know it’s deep, too deep.

Something has been changing for a while.
It’s in the air, it’s in the flesh,it’s in your eyes.

I’m thinking about what will happen to us when they find our gameplay.

Come and listen to some ‘Mélodies en sous sols’
– you know who I am and what I am.

If you’re here, you know me more than I know you. Can you listen to my voice and all the electronic noises from the city? Can you understand what I’m thinking about people, flesh, skin, leather, love, memories, crime and the sweetest sound of a spider eating something on the wall.
Who are you? Who am I?

Come on and shut up!!! Listen to some of my ‘Mélodies en sous sols’…. Shhhhttttt………. Listen….“

Future Retro Synthi-Pop!
Minimal Electronics !
or should we better call it Maximal Electronics ?

POSITION PARALLELE -  Visions SEG001 LP

A Cover of the Q Lazzarus classic "Goodbye Horses"

Goodbye Horses (Q Lazzarus)

Someone Is You (demo version - EP out now)

Early November

A special thanks to Marie from Grabyourface for her prompt collaboration and her majestic French vocals.  

Mix & Mastering: Joshua A. Pfeiffer

Waiting for a tragedy, 
Looping into anomy, 
A desert beyond recognition. 

Conquering, an iteration
Be divided, no salvation, 
Inward calling to descend. 

Insatiable hunger
Will tear us asunder
To prey and consume
Behold the doom. 

Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?
Combien de peaux doit-on comprendre?
Car la pierre te grignote,
Et l'écran te réconforte,
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

How many nights will we live by
This game we didn't want to try? 
As the stone still devours
And a screen counts the hours
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

Faces melting into one, 
No rest till this work is done, 
A self deceiving ecstasy. 

Power struggle, no completion
Abuse fosters repetition 
Pleasuring the unknown. 

The stone will end the chain, 
This loss is no one's gain, 
Be prey, be consumed, 
Be prey of whom? 

Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?
Combien de peaux doit-on comprendre?
Car la pierre te grignote,
Et l'écran te réconforte,
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre? 

How many nights will we live by
This game we didn't want to try? 
As the stone still devours
And a screen counts the hours
Combien de lunes peut-on attendre?

Spoken - from Herzkranzgefäß by Heiner Müller 

Gewitter im Gehirn  
(Storm in the brain) 
Blei in den Adern  
(Lead in the veins)

Was du nicht wissen wolltest, 
(What you didn't want to know)
Zeit ist Frist
(Time is a term)

Die Bäume auf der Heimfahrt
(The trees on the way home)
Schamlos grün
(Shamelessly green)