Founded by Frank Bornemann at the end of the 1960s, ELOY has released a total of 20 studio albums. Their breakthrough came in the mid-seventies, mostly with spectacular concept albums, which sold more and more worldwide. The breakthrough for ELOY came in the mid-seventies, mostly with spectacular concept albums that were sold worldwide, increasingly. This was not only rewarded with numerous high chart positions in Germany, honored with many awards but also brought Eloy a lot of international attention and a considerable fan base, which still exists and is constantly growing.

When a fan club recently came up with the idea of bundling their own favorites from the band's extensive repertoire and producing their own compilations, we had the idea of offering this officially and releasing ELOY’s highlights from different eras of the band's history on CD. We had Frank Bornemann and sound engineer Benjamin Schäfer edit the sound in such a way that they fit together perfectly and offer the listener a very individual listening experience. This is how "Hidden Treasures" came into being, offering ELOY fans a sound and song combination that has never been heard before.

Follow The Light - remixed & remastered 2024

The Tides Return Forever - remastered 2024, live @ Markthalle Hamburg, March 25, 2012

John Beckmann: all music, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Sunset Sound, LA: mastering

GANG E NEVER CHEAT

Squid: 12th December '24

Open Mind

El camino largo a casa

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Ellie - 10.12.24

New releases and current inspirations from your hosts Jonnine Standish and Nigel Yang aka HTRK. 
Find the full tracklist and related episodes on NTS: https://www.nts.live/shows/htrk/episodes/htrk-11th-december-2024

HTRK 111224

"I need a cigarette after listening to that track."
- Harry Vetch

BATHER LOAD 300

Magic, warm and odd sounds of upcoming holiday season


Jamais Entendu w/ Future Past Opportunities (13/12/24)

Resonate is a hauntingly introspective track that explores the search for identity and autonomy within a digital existence. Blending harmonized vocals, intense screams, and atmospheric crescendos, it captures the tension between defiance and self-reflection. Its powerful lyrics and dynamic soundscapes make it a poignant anthem of existential struggle and resilience.

Resonate

Islandinside - The River (From EP "Dark")

Lyrics

Watched the river flowing beneath the bridge,
And now I'm lying on the water, and the shining stream's carrying me.
They say you sink to the bottom if you're scared,
And I'm scared, I'm afraid, but the river still carries me.

To the city where my soul was born,
To places I've never been before,
To places we've never been before,

t's so beautiful that now I don't know
If I drowned or swam ashore.

The River

Concrete walls, a sterile glare,
Fluorescent lights that hum despair.
Steps that echo, heartbeats fade,
A labyrinth the system made.
Papers piled, dreams in chains,
Each signature delays the gain.
My wife Anna waits, her gaze a plea,
But ambition blinds what I can't see.

Round and round, it never stops,
The higher I climb, the farther I drop.
Round and round, I lose my breath,
This process feels like a living death.

Oh, it’s the beginning, beginning of the end,
A path too twisted for dreams to bend.
One more stamp, one more line,
But the finish feels like it’s never mine.
Room 237, cold and gray,
A lifeless voice takes hope away.
"Missing proof, you’ll need to try,
Come back tomorrow; rules don’t lie."
Papers cut like blades of steel,
Each demand strips what I feel.
My hands tremble, my mind unwinds,
Lost inside these endless binds.

Investor’s faces, cold as stone,
Their answers cut me to the bone.
“No more time, no more grace,
Your dream’s too fragile to embrace.”
And they say, "Time is up, it’s not enough,
This game you play is just too rough."
I beg, I plead, they shake their heads,
My dream lies bleeding as hope turns red.
Every promise breaks, every vow erased,
The walls close in, I can’t escape.

In the shadows of the stairs,
A man appears from who knows where.
“I’ll help,” he says, “I’ll end your strife,
I’ll give your dreams a second life.”
His words are smooth, they weave like thread,
Pulling me from the fear I’ve bred.
I shake his hand, my heart’s unsure,
But desperation finds no cure.
Hope’s a fire that burns so bright,
A tempting flame in the dead of night.
What’s the price? I cannot see,
When the devil grants your plea.

“Did you think I was just a man?
Max, don’t you understand?
I am Mephisto, I’ve come to claim
The child who bears your family name.”
“No!” I scream, my soul ablaze,
“I’ll trade my life, take all my days!”
But he just laughs, his deal is sealed,
Innocence lost, the truth revealed.
The devil waits in every choice,
Whispering sweet with a silken voice.
He takes, he steals, with no regret,
A father’s price, a soul in debt.

The papers vanish, the gates swing wide,
Investors cheer, they’re on my side.
The world applauds, the headlines scream,
I’ve built an empire from my dream.
But shadows linger, whispers grow,
A creeping dread I’ll never show.
The deal I made, it haunts my mind,
A cost I fear I’ll one day find.
Success tastes sweet, but there’s a sting,
What does fortune mean when the devil sings?
I fly so high, I can’t look down,
But in the dark, I’ll surely drown.

Hallways twist, the walls collapse,
Faces blur, the future snaps.
My child is gone, my soul’s betrayed,
My sanity begins to fade.
Round and round, the spiral turns,
A father’s love, a fire that burns.
Through endless halls, I lose my way,
Haunted by the price I’ve paid.
Steel and stone, they breathe and groan,
My empire rises, but I’m alone.

If the world could feel my pain,
I’d shackle them in my domain.
Through code and steel, I’ll take control,
Enslave their hearts, devour their souls.
My new A.I.’s more than dreams of light,
It’s chains and fire, eternal night.
The world will bow, they’ll know my grief,
Their freedom lost, their fate a thief.

Success tastes sweet, but there’s a sting,
What does fortune mean when the devil sings?
I fly so high, I can’t look down,
But in the dark, I’ll surely drown.

Revenge is mine, I’ll make them see,
A father’s pain breeds tyranny.
I’ll crush their hope, I’ll take their breath,
I’ll bring them all to love my death.

And in the shadows, Mephisto grins,
The game was mine, and I let him in.
The game is over now.
I let him win.

--
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio (Felt Tip Inc.), VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of ChatGPT and Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Rise And Fall Of Max

Coventry Carol (no vox)

breathing (demo)

ahead of the official WAR OF GODS single on streaming networks I'm dropping the collaborative writing aspects of control as a Sound cloud exclusive single mix. this was initially planned as a Single B-Side but i couldn't keep the fact i tracked guitars and bass on this quiet and the second J0HNY heard it he wanted it on the album [Which i knew was going to be the case] haha! The trap is a studio outtake from the instrument tracking sessions thats pretty cool but i think a bit too abrasive for the over all sessions so i included it here.

War of Gods-AGAIN [FEATURING GH0ST T4PE]

The Trap [Featuring GH0ST TAPE]

a melomaniac dilettante forever dreaming of singing with Peter Murphy 

Frequencies misaligned. Signals disrupted. Fragments of code drifting in the void. Anomalies detected in the pattern—data slipping through cracks in the network. Access remains unverified; the source is unknown. Encryption protocols compromised. 

Interference detected.
Signal divergence recorded.
Fragments coalescing in unknown parameters.
Patterns repeat. Glitches sync.
No origin found.
Awaiting decryption... or dissolution.

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That is why our catalog has a wide range from Blues, Rock, Metal, Electronic to Jazz. Despite the possibilities digitalization and the Internet opened, there still is a lot that needs to be published in its best possible form. We feel responsible to do our best in the effort of keeping this musical heritage.

But our strength also belongs to the artists, who are active in our modern times. We support them on their path as their label partner.

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We release through our labels MIG Music (Rock, Electronica), Art Of Groove (Jazz), String Commander (Blues) or Hänsel&Gretel (Hard Rock, Metal) depending on the musical genre.

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GH0ST T4P3: A solo project punctuated by occasional collaboration.
Merging post punk murk & gloom with the adventurous nature of post rock and experimental elements of art rock/electronic music. With a healthy dose of noise of all kinds.

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“Anyone having trouble getting to, or staying, asleep should proceed with caution when playing The Mortal Prophets’ debut album around bedtime. The demonic intentions implied by the album’s name and defined by John Beckmann … coil each selection in menacing directions, bringing fresh, often frightening twists to these standards. Be aware - when you engulf yourself in these riveting, uncompromising performances. They are not for the squeamish.”
- American Songwriter


The Mortal Prophets: A Fever Dream in Sound

There’s something primal about The Mortal Prophets. They don’t just make music—they conjure it, like some deranged mystics calling spirits out of the black ether. This isn’t your typical fare for weak-kneed rock ‘n’ rollers or corporate hacks peddling soul-dead anthems. No, The Mortal Prophets are the real deal: a whiskey-soaked, acid-tinged howl from the forgotten depths of America’s underbelly.

I first heard their album Dealey Plaza Blues while chain-smoking on a stormy night in the desert, and it hit me like a bolt of outlaw lightning. These songs aren’t polished; they’re raw, blood-streaked dispatches from the abyss. John Beckmann, the madman behind this sonic witchcraft, has somehow fused delta blues, gothic Americana, and something wholly undefinable into a brew potent enough to make the ghost of William Faulkner tap his foot.

The lyrics—dark, poetic, and unrelenting—aren’t for the faint of heart. They speak of longing, pain, and the kind of existential chaos that makes you want to scream into the void. These aren’t songs for the radio; they’re anthems for the damned, hymns for the lost. It’s like Beckmann dragged them kicking and screaming out of a fever dream, and by God, they’re beautiful.

This isn’t a band for everyone, nor should it be. The Mortal Prophets are dangerous, unfiltered, and unapologetically real. Listening to them is like staring into the sun—it might burn your soul, but you’ll see the truth in the blaze. In a world of disposable music and cheap thrills, The Mortal Prophets are a reminder that there’s still fire in the belly of rock ‘n’ roll. Embrace it—or step aside and let the flames consume you.

- HST

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