Honest Talks is a personal and emotional experiment by Mr. Diego and Mr. Wilson, the mind behind Pornic Frequencies. The album was created entirely alone, recorded in small improvised spaces, sometimes inside a closet or under a cardboard box, often mixed with pieces of sound captured during long walks.

The music blends new wave, indie pop and art electronic textures with a feeling of honesty and vulnerability. Each song feels like a quiet conversation with the self, filled with irony, desire, confusion and beauty.

The idea of Honest Talks comes from the act of facing yourself and telling the truth, even when it sounds strange. It is about showing the flaws, the noise and the fragile side of being human. The result is a collection of moments that sound both intimate and cinematic, transforming solitude into something alive and sincere.

Diego and His Spiders

But I’m Married!

World's collide in song... Arnie from Austria on the Yodel, Drago from Russia on the Trololo, while Nem from the Americas spits some bars
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LYRICS:
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{Drago & Arnie Improv}

In Soviet sky, we sing, not cry 
Only joy-
My bro!

Yo, I step through the snow 
With a boom and a rhyme
My sneakers crunch beats
My tongue keepin’ time

Drago on the left
Arnie on the right
We gonna’ lift this track 
Like a barbell fight

From Detroit to the Dolomites
I don’t freeze
Got more punchlines 
Than Russian teas
When I spit that flow
It’s glacier clean
No borders in rhythm — 
Just beats between

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo! (ho!)
Yo-de-lay-ee-hey!
Muscles bounce mountains
Feel the beat sway

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo! (ha!)
Yo-de-lay-ee-yo!
If you climb too slow
I’ll flex the snow

I yodel for pump
The hills-
They listen

Lo-lo-lo-lo
Yo-de-lay-ho, whoa!
Rap in the valley
And Trololo snow
East meets West
With the bounce below
Three worlds
One laugh — 
Now watch it glow!

Now Drago’s singin’ nonsense
But it’s makin’ me grin
It’s like therapy set to accordion spin
Arnold’s on a hilltop
Breakin’ the ice
While I rhyme about rhythm 
And global spice

No need for war 
When the bass drops twice
We just dance our flags 
Into something nice
You got vodka, schnitzel, burgers, fries —
All together in a beat that never dies

Tempo Increases!

From Moscow to Munich
Detroit to the peak
I connect every language 
When I speak this beat

Got a passport flow
No visa freeze
I’m a run-on rhyme 
With Olympic knees

When the Trololo rolls
And the Yodel blows back
I pivot these syllables
Flip every track

No conflict here
Just microphones truce —
Drop peace like weights 
Til the world breaks loose!

Lo-lo-lo!
Yo-de-lay-ho!
We all on the peak 
And the beat say go

Tro-lo-lo-lo-lo
Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!
If laughter is language
We all will know!

Comrade Arnold
You yodel good

Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo
I flex, I do
And I rhyme 
Til the peace comes through

Lo-lo-lo-lo
Lo-de-lay-ho, hey!
Rap from the city 
To the snow ballet

Tro-lo-lo-lo
Let the borders fray
One world beat
And we all okay

La-la-la, la-la-la, happiness parade
Yo-de-lay-ee-hoo, my echo made
Three accents, one mic, we ain’t afraid —
It’s a global groove 
Un-fade, un-fade

Tro-lo-lo-lo
Yo-de-lay-ho
Peace from the mountains
In stereo...

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho
Mic drop, bro
Bro

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TROLOLO YODEL RAP (feat. Nem, Drago & Arnie)

Daniel Powter’s 2005 anthem "Bad Day" reimagined through an 80s darkwave synth — where brooding melodies breathe life into a timeless song.
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LYRICS:
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Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost

They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go

You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces every time
And I don't need no carryin' on

'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song 
Just to turn it around

You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work on a smile 
And you go for a ride

You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down 
And you really don't mind

You had a bad day
You had a bad day

Well, you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song 
Just to turn it around

You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work on a smile 

And you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down 
And you really don't mind

You had a bad day

Oh, what a horrible day...
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong

You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well
Oh, that strong

And I'm not wrong
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So where is the passion 
When you need it the most

Oh, you and I
You kick up the leaves 
And the magic is lost

'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song 
Just to turn it around

You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work on a smile 
And you go for a ride

You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel 
For one more time
You had a bad day

You had a bad day

Ah, yeah yeah
Had a bad day
All the week

Had a bad day
Ah, la la la la
Had a bad day
Ah la la la la 
La, la

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BAD DAY

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASAP
© Brian F Baker. All rights reserved. 
BFBMusic.com

Whelmed

Whelm is a verb
To engulf or submerge
And that's what I am
If the truth could be heard

Life 's in a state
Of utterly whelm
The absurdity whelms
When it takes the helm

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

It's not a teachable moment
I'm well past that now
I've turned off all comments
The trend's pointing down

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

Whelm is a verb
To engulf or submerge
And that's what I am
If the truth could be heard

But the truth won't be told
To the young, but the old
Will hear it quite incessantly
Wherever good books are sold

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner 

[instrumental]

Whelmed

Pilot Radio is a non-commercial, community-driven radio station broadcasting twice a week from the heart of Aachen - next to the infamous “Domkeller”.

Streaming every Wednesday + once every weekend on pilot.radio.fm

Warmes Glas Milch @Pilot Radio - 01 October 2025

But this people hath a revolting and a rebellious heart; they are revolted and gone.

 Neither say they in their heart, Let us now fear the Lord our God, that giveth rain, both the former and the latter, in his season: he reserveth unto us the appointed weeks of the harvest.

 Your iniquities have turned away these things, and your sins have withholden good things from you.







Jeremiah 5:23-25
King James Bible

Neither say they in their heart,

Boring. Be Boring. Boring is good again, which is, in turn, makes it, etc.
World we'll be living in, or: throughout, through, out, nevertheless, — will be all but boring. 

So boring (which cannot be) — it is, indeed, a good thing. Please, just be boring. Don't be this bright, creative, well-liked and unfathomably productive yourself. Be somebody else. Somebody, who's allowed to be boring. Not you, somebody else completely. Be boring, whoever.

Boring is good. We'll be all missing boring, when it's gone soon. Boring will be gone soon. Be boring. Boring is fun, yet meaningful. Be afwully, unreasonably boring, while it lasts.

Bandcamp, same as before

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Lyrics: sTL via Madfish
Music: Leto Spektra

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O rising, oh, unbearable, small,
among the guttural cries,
and gaping crimson maws
of momentary dawn, in close quarters.

All in this land is alien and poisoned tongue
and howling winds with savage iron shawms

O, tiny birds and stars, their fodder,
O, gentle sleep and sweetest mameloshn,
and laurel wreth of syllables and symbols,
and painful muteness of bellowing prose.

Oh, but if so, then maybe all still sings
obscured by echoes and hissing static
of broken syntax and uprooted words
of ravaged alternants — still sings
still sings

O, dear stars and birds, their fodder,
in mourning radiance — O, brothers! —
they stand, all those who never
look away.

In summer all is milk and mameloshn,
come lie upon the earth
come float with the current
come listen to the living singing things
their chorus rising over coppice of creation.

blind one, what do you seek here, in the steppe,
here in the steppe where nothing more will be?
Where all is alien and poisoned tongue and winds
and howling of savage iron shawms.

I'm here for the dearest birds and stars
for dreaming things and singing mothertongues
for syllables and symbols of yer love and pity

For all this light
too white, too bright —

forgive me.

Buy this track here

Alien Tongue Blues

Vocals by Mr. Diego and Mr. Wilson
Written, produced, mixed and mastered by Pornic Frequencies
Recorded independently at home, 2025
All songs composed and performed by Pornic Frequencies

© 2025 Pornic Frequencies. All rights reserved.
Unauthorized duplication or distribution is prohibited.

A Little Thing Called... SEX!!!

Artificial

lyrics:
i don’t like all this light on me
the sun makes my eyes sore —
what a controversial stance?

can we talk in the dark?
i’m tired of being read…
of being asked to perform grief
like a well-trained animal —
don’t you make a metaphor of me.
i’m still bleeding.

the music’s too loud 
and i don’t want to sit with my sadness
unless it’s silent…

Deathray

Peekaboo!

Something different about you.

0006 Die Sonne erntet uns

With the CD "Endraum" Allgrena goes partially back to its origin works "Tonräder" & "Protest".
Allgrena uses fieldrecordings like playing percussion on the walls of a bunker and Johannes Nendwich`s overtone voice.
The music is set to poems by Rilke and Ungaretti.


0003 Endraum

0001 Die Stärke der Weichheit

0002 Kern der Kerne

0005 Sehnsucht's Rand

Dream Pop meets VHS glitch. 
Fever dream aesthetics. 
Pepsi. Catch the wave.
(Max Headroom would approve.)



Dreamscape Escape

And brought them out, and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?
And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house.

fever-dream beats, mainstream discretion is advised.

Pilot Radio is a non-commercial, community-driven radio station committed to showcasing diverse perspectives and connecting people through the universal language of sound - unbound by genre or convention.

Broadcasting twice a week from the heart of Aachen, we create a space where live listeners are welcome to gather in the outdoor area of our neighboring pub, Domkeller.

Streaming every Wednesday + once every weekend on pilot.radio.fm

Adress: Hof 3, 52062 Aachen, Germany


I'm the person behind Pornic Frequencies. Honestly, it all started as something simple: just a way to finally get out the things I couldn't say out loud to anyone.

Most of this music was made alone, right here at home, using whatever I could get my hands on. You could say the process was a bit makeshift: I’d record my vocals inside a closet or even with my head stuck inside a cardboard box. Sometimes I'd take long walks outside, recording the sounds of the street or the wind, and later weave those little fragments into the music itself.

That's what Pornic Frequencies is: it's my space to be honest. It's fragile, imperfect, and very, very real. At the end of the day, it's just me trying to make sense of what I feel and turn all that noise into sound.

Blind Mime Music (ASCAP) is a Soundcloud for recordings of songs and music written by Briyan Frederick Baker (GAJOOB and Tapegerm Collective) and collaborators. Eventually songs will make their way onto Bandcamp albums and stream on all the usual outlets. Briyan has been making songs since junior and high school and these recordings contain 50+ years of material old and new. The music ranges from glitch pop to experimental.

founded 93     Industrielle Trance, Dark Ambient, Experimental Pop
                            Rituelle Avantgard
https://allgrena.bandcamp.com/   https://www.discogs.com/de/artist/116400-Allgrena   http://www.allgrena.at/

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



New tracks tagged #Experimental Pop