fuck yea head thrasher forsure. sounds rad man.

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https://atlsplaza-nd.bandcamp.com/album/--8

John - Eternal Light of the Word

"The Witness" it's a party song mixed with a type of love song where you're enjoying someone's company while on the floor, and also you're kinda flexing and showing that person all the good things you can do to her.

Synchorotical - The Witness (prod. KingXxStrategic)

🎙️ A Father’s Voice from the Shadows. A Lullaby for a Girl Born of Chaos. A Requiem for Power.

“More Than Power” is Silco’s soul-laid-bare confession to Jinx — not as a king, not as a warlord — but as her father.

Over smoky Rhodes chords and a cinematic soul groove, this track burns with the tension between empire and emotion, control and compassion.

💔 It’s what happens when a man forged in vengeance chooses love over legacy — when the feared becomes the fragile.

From torch-lit whispers to gospel-soaked cries, Silco confesses the impossible:

He gave up Zaun’s liberation for one broken, brilliant girl.

🩸💥 Featuring:

🎹 Left-hand Rhodes + muted horns

🎸 Grit-soaked guitar licks

🔥 Full band swells with gospel backing

🎤 Smoky vocals that crack under truth

🎻 Final string crescendo that bleeds redemption

❝I walked through fire with blood on my name…❞
❝But you weren’t a weapon. You made me a man.❞

This isn’t a  Revolutionary's  theme.
This is a father’s last prayer.

🎧 Best played alone, with headphones, and a memory of someone you’d burn heaven for.

#ArcaneInspired #SilcoAndJinx #FoundFamily #AntiHeroAnthem #OneHandedComposer #ZaunSoul #MythicPop #BrokenBeauty #CinematicSoul
✨LYRICS BELOW✨
Mmm... I walked through fire with blood on my name,
Built my life in shadows, wore that crown of shame.
Taught to rule with fear, to strike before the pain…
But child, your laugh broke through that chain.
You weren’t a weapon, not a piece in my plan —
You were the one who made me a man.

Your eyes —
They showed me all I lost…
And I would pay whatever the cost.

More than power, more than pride,
I’d break every rule just to keep you alive.
No gang, no war, no place I hide
Could match the fire in your eyes.
Jinx, my chaos, my calm,
My bruised little song…
You taught your father what it means to be strong.
Yeah, for you...
For you, my storm.

I taught you how to fight, how to wear the mask,
Told you love was weakness — never dared to ask.
But when you held back, when you showed your fear,
I saw the strength in letting someone near.
I shaped our world with violence and schemes,
But you gave it meaning — you gave it dreams.

You needed a father,
Not a soldier, not a king…
And daughter, you gave me
Something hope could bring.

More than power, more than pride,
I’d burn this whole damn city just to stay by your side.
No gold, no throne, no twisted tide
Could keep this love I can’t hide.
Jinx, my fire and ash,
My thunder, my crash…
You showed me love in a world built to pass.
For you…
Yeah, for you, my blood.

Let 'em call me monster,
Let 'em write my story wrong…
If your heart beats free,
Then my name can be gone.
I ain’t no hero — never played it clean…
But I’d fall again to guard your dream.

More than power, more than pride,
I’d tear down heaven just to see you thrive.
No gods, no fate, no past I hide
Could turn me from your side.
Jinx — my curse, my grace,
My saving place…
They’ll never know what I gave
To see peace on your face.
For you…
For you, my girl.

Mmm-mm... yeah…
I was a shadow…
Till you called me Dad.
Never knew mercy,
Till the love we had.
If the world should end, if the fire takes the sky…
I’ll still be right here,
Where your tears dry.
No more lies… no disguise...
Just you and I…
Till the silence cries…

For you, my daughter…
Always... for you.

















More Than Power

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PANIC ROOM

Lyrics:
The devil was in the swamp this morning
When I pressed my finger to the trigger
Thirteen suns erupted 
His sweating, bloody skin smelt like pennies
Every shadow in the swamp disappeared

He radiated, the place in darkness
The only glow came from below that hood
I made my brother a windfall apple
Black edges of red glaze, shone like they're wet

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

My ears jutted out, sharpened into horns
Skin casting black light that trailed red
From the crucifix, Christ scowled back at me
Mercantile eyes rolled back into his head
Oh how he'll scorch me for such insolence
Hands a steeple, I lay my head to my thumbs
The vessel of the colonial ghost
His veins pulsed with hallowed merchantism 

World Gobbling decay in a three piece suit
Plays tycoon but breathes union philistine
He fucked the whole divine order of exchange
He won't stop me from earning my dues

The skin of his back hung loose like a web
From its shoulder blades seeped red and purple
I followed   its veins, splitting and spreading
Six legged spots crawled in and our of the scars

Now come the days of hunger, days of thirst
Mirror image pylons frame the roadside
They bounded straight, endlessly, together
Mocked the heavens, married the city sky


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Pulse

Artist: Reverend Sulanke
Title: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" is the first transmission from Reverend Sulanke – a phantom ensemble summoned from the backrooms of a half-forgotten Berlin ballroom, where the raw nerves of early The Cure meet the mechanical pulse of Fad Gadget, and the storytelling despair of Johnny Warman collides with the synth-stabbed melancholy of Depeche Mode’s "Speak & Spell" era.
A 7-minute maxi-single that unfolds like a fever dream: jagged guitars weave through ice-cold synths, while a bassline throbs like a bruised heart. The vocals – half-spoken, half-sung – drag you through the corridors of a memory that isn’t yours, where "the walls are made of static and the floor is made of broken vinyl". This isn’t just a song; it’s a seance. A tape loop of regret, played on a machine that’s always on the verge of collapsing into silence.

Recorded in the dead of night, with the ghosts of 1980s analog gear breathing down its neck, "The Grey Amnesia" is the sound of a band caught between punk’s fury, new wave’s glamour, and the gothic storytelling of a war that never really ended. Think Robert Smith’s guilt, Vince Clarke’s circuits, and Frank Tovey’s (Fad Gadget) clanking paranoia, all stitched together with the thread of a novel you can’t put down.

Written in E minor – the key of melancholy, rebellion, and haunted ballrooms. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ wraps its lyrics in the same dark embrace as The Cure’s ‘Disintegration’ or Siouxsie’s ‘Juju’, but with a heartbeat of 174 BPM.

Did you know? ‘The Grey Amnesia’ was recorded in 441 Hz – the same tuning as a heart racing just a little too fast. 🎵💓

Credits:
Written and produced by Frank Talmon l’Armée 
Band: Reverend Sulanke
Instruments: "Guitars drowned in chorus, synths tuned to despair, drums like distant gunfire"
Mastered on a reel-to-reel machine that may or may not be haunted.

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Künstler: Reverend Sulanke
Titel: The Grey Amnesia
Genre: Post-Punk / Dark New Wave / Coldwave

"The Grey Amnesia" ist die erste Sendung von Reverend Sulanke – einem gespenstischen Ensemble, das in den Hinterzimmern eines halb vergessenen Berliner Ballsaals beschworen wurde, wo die rohen Nerven der frühen Cure auf den mechanischen Puls von Fad Gadget treffen und Johnny Warmans erzählerische Verzweiflung mit der synth-durchzogenen Melancholie von Depeche Modes "Speak & Spell"-Ära kollidiert.
Eine 7-minütige Maxi-Single, die sich wie ein Fiebertraum entfaltet: zerrissene Gitarren flechten sich durch eiskalte Synths, während ein Bassline wie ein geprelltes Herz pocht. Der Gesang – halb gesprochen, halb gesungen – zieht dich durch die Korridore einer Erinnerung, die nicht deine ist, wo "die Wände aus Rauschen und der Boden aus zerbrochenem Vinyl" bestehen. Das hier ist kein Song. Das ist eine Séance. Eine Endlosschleife aus Reue, abgespielt auf einem Gerät, das jeden Moment in Stille zerfallen könnte.
Aufgenommen in der Tiefe der Nacht, mit den Geistern analoger 1980er-Technik im Nacken, ist "The Grey Amnesia" der Klang einer Band, gefangen zwischen Punks Wut, New Waves Glamour und dem gothischen Storytelling eines Krieges, der nie wirklich endete. Stell dir vor: Robert Smiths Schuld, Vince Clarkes Schaltkreise und Frank Toveys (Fad Gadget) klirrende Paranoia, alles zusammengenäht mit dem Faden eines Romans, den man nicht weglegen kann.

In E-Moll komponiert – der Tonart der Melancholie, der Rebellion und verfallener Ballsäle. ‘The Grey Amnesia’ hüllt seine Texte in denselben düsteren Klang wie The Cures ‘Disintegration’ oder Siouxsies ‘Juju’, aber mit einem Puls von 174 BPM.

So wie der Roman ‘Hinter uns das Land’ mit den Grenzen der Erinnerung spielt, verschiebt 441 Hz die Grenzen des Klangs – eine kaum merkliche Veränderung, die alles anders fühlen lässt.

The Grey Amnesia

I don’t usually do covers, but ‘Shellshock’ by Onslaught is metal at its finest. The band never got the recognition they deserved, so this is my tribute to their legacy. If even one person dives into the original or catches them live next year, it’s mission accomplished — because Onslaught are a force of nature, and their live shows are absolutely colossal.

Listen to the original 2025 re-recording of "Shellshock" here:

https://soundcloud.com/onslaughtofficial/shellshock-2025-re-recording?si=035ac8b462c24d8a99a8e2a07c376a67&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Shellshock - (Onslaught Cover)

Surgical Domination

I AM THE WAR

KRT - WAR TEMPO - NEXT STEP - NUR - ATOMIUM - BBAM

Belgian artist passionate about electro sounds and captivating melodies. Funkle Ace was born in Brussels, Belgium. Son of a piano teacher, he started playing the keyboard at an early age. With over 500 tracks to his name, he has collaborated with international artists and his songs have been streamed on various platforms. For a long time, he played with a friend and performed concerts in Belgium, France, and Spain (Burgos, 2 concerts + radio interview on Radio Castilla in 1984). Since then, he has followed his own path and decided to share his unique music style with you. His musical universe navigates between electro, chillwave, and ambient, creating unique and immersive atmospheres. He aims to touch hearts and minds with his music and collaborate with emerging talents to create unforgettable sound experiences. Follow him to discover his latest creations and feel free to leave your comments and impressions.
Artiste belge passionné par les sons électro et les mélodies envoûtantes. Funkle Ace est né à Bruxelles, Belgique. Fils d’une professeure de piano, il s’initie très tôt au clavier. Avec plus de 500 titres à son actif, il a collaboré avec des artistes internationaux et ses morceaux ont été diffusés sur plusieurs plateformes de streaming. Durant longtemps, il joue avec un ami et fait des concerts en Belgique, en France, et en Espagne (Burgos, 2 concerts + interview radio Castilla en 1984). Depuis, il suit sa propre voie et a décidé de vous faire découvrir son style unique de musique. Son univers musical navigue entre l’électro, le chillwave et l’ambient, créant des atmosphères uniques et immersives. Il cherche à toucher les cœurs et les esprits avec sa musique, et à collaborer avec des talents émergents pour créer des expériences sonores inoubliables. Suivez-le pour découvrir ses dernières créations et n’hésitez pas à laisser vos commentaires et impressions.

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