World Of Pain

Hollow

Gone This Day

Rebel Dance

Kingdom Come

Entre acordes simples e sentimentos intensos, nasceu essa música. É indie, é pós-punk acústico, mas acima de tudo é uma declaração para quem amo. Que essa energia chegue a quem ouvir

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Aquele Frio na Barriga


Elitepop is a monthly radio show by Enfant Terrible for Intergalactic FM (IFM/CBS). A new episode is transmitted every first Monday of the month on the Cybernetic Broadcasting System channel at IFM for 1 hour from 21.00h onwards… No talking... just music!

Episode 62 was transmitted September 2025 and is filled with post-punk, new wave and dark wave… from the 80’s to now… with a focus on guitar sounds…

Elitepop #62

[Verse 1]
The pigeons and the magistrates, they all look the same
In a tedious procession in a drizzle of shame
They talk of pension plans and mortgages and lawns
While a little piece of spirit dies with every single dawn
You see them in the papers, clutching their degrees
With sensible expressions designed only to please
Oh, they're selling "common sense" by the pound
But I wouldn't trust them as far as I could throw them to the ground
[Chorus]
And you'll get your Civic Commendation
For a life of quiet desperation
A handshake and a photograph, a footnote in the press
For never, ever, ever causing any kind of mess
Oh, I'd rather be a vandal, I'd rather be a brute
Than to ever taste the ashes of that sad and muted fruit
Of a life lived by the rulebook, a life I can't abide
With nothing but a hollow, aching echo deep inside
[Verse 2]
The vicar's on the television, he's blessing all the bombs
While the panel on the screen agrees with placid, dull aplomb
They speak of 'national character' with a glint behind the eye
It's the same cold, polite expression they will use the day you die
And you were meant for poetry, for passion and for art
But you traded it all in for a space in the car park
Oh, how could you let them do it? How could you acquiesce?
To a life of beige conformity and measured happiness
[Chorus]
And you'll get your Civic Commendation
For a life of quiet desperation
A handshake and a photograph, a footnote in the press
For never, ever, ever causing any kind of mess
Oh, I'd rather be a vandal, I'd rather be a brute
Than to ever taste the ashes of that sad and muted fruit
Of a life lived by the rulebook, a life I can't abide
With nothing but a hollow, aching echo deep inside
[Bridge]
And I try, you know I try to find a beauty in their plan
To be a "well-adjusted" and a "productive" modern man
But every time I open my mouth, a dreadful truth slips out
And they look at me as if I've grown a second, screaming snout
It was never my intention...
It was never my intention... to be this way...

Your Civic Commendation...

Dakoda Sada - A Civic Commendation

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
All the way in the past
I failed to raise the phantasm appetite
For the sweet spark specks
left on the pink of the leopard's gums
Here's a name, belongs on a desk
Here's eyes, belong on reruns

I was promised cold laughs and lunch
Victuals preserving the sour strengthening old
Bones found in the concrete, Human? Animal? Dog?
The knowledge for soul soothing succor
Writing messages in the sand dunes for my successor

Lives are made of asking names
Repair the speaking part of me
The jutting gun mount not reeking of gun soil
or anything

Cold highway
Anticipate the vanity
All human efforts have awaiting
Line patterns in the dark, following

Disastrous apparel
Breath through stitching, high nested squirrel
Patient and perceiving
The world's weight on the back of a turtle
I will screen daylight upon awaking
Camera obscura tells the story
that starts me shaking

Devouring roots, tree bark, grass of the plain
Sicken and die rather than surrender to disdain
Conjure the future through an obsidian mirror
See role dwindling down to the secular
Breastbone bears an inscription
indecipherable to the scholars

This fish's flesh will no longer do
No more nights spent in the canoe
Sunlight glints off seiche and capillary
Remission of the correspondent missionary
Grey feels the need to part
inadvertently revealing an ocean of schemes
What foul dust floated in the wake 
of his dreams?
May 28, 2025


Cold Highway

This is only a homemade demo of the second track "Dual"

Dual (DEMO)

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Check out my music video for "Not The One" at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TyVVmzJxI0
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WOW! 3,000 followers, many thanks to everyone who listens to my music
and to the brilliant voices of "Fignola Alexandre" , "DivinityinLove" and "Amira" .. 
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Dutch based independent record label, webshop, event organisation and more... Founded in 2004. Focus is on free spirited music in the traditions of elektro-wave & post-punk,  ambient & experimental folklore and (post-)techno & off radar dance music. Posted here are full track previews of (upcoming) records, podcasts/dj mixes and other stuff label related...

Belicoast is a project that I started almost 20 years ago, but had to pause it because of life. This are demos that I've been recording on a computer, with a guitar, a little amp, Garageband and nothing more :) hope you like them.

#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.

New tracks tagged ##postpunk