Music: Micke Brenkman
Git solo: Andy Meyer

Nepo Babies

Jag är Procecco prinsessa, kultur gudinna
följ med mig ni vilsna barn

En kopia av nån som lyckats bli nånting
tough love baby,jag blev ingenting
nä, ingenting

Men ååååååhhh
alla kommer se mig
Nepo Baby..till för dig 
Bara ni kan se mig

Exposekonton tatueras in....
det blir så vackert på ditt 
bleka skinn
Vi tatuerar in

En Gargasnipe som skiter i dig
låt det bara gynna räkmackebarn som mig
Vi skiter i dig

Men ååååååhhh
Du kommer vilja se oss
Nepo Babies...till för dig
Men ååååååhhh
Du kommer väl o se oss...
Nepo Babies till för dig

Men ååååååhhh
Ni kommer väl o se oss
Nepo Babies...till för dig
Men ååååååhhh
Ni kommer alla se oss...
Nepo Babies bara för dig

Nepo Babies till för dig
Nepo Babies föds för dig
vi föddes för dig

Nepo Babies

Music: Micke Brenkman
Git Solo: Andy Meyer

Dr Blad
Åh du fula människa som får det du får
du fula människa, förlorad ändå
Du fula människa som längtar härifrån
Du fula människa, här kommer jag
jag är Dr Blad
bara idag 
får du Dr Blad 

Men åh, ingen kommer se dig
När du kommer till mig 
Bara idag
Bara idag
Men åh, tänk alla som vill ha dig
Dom får dig efter mig
Dr Blad

Cut, cut, cut you up
Fuck, fuck, fuck you up

Du feta människa som skakar dina lår
Du feta människa som tar allt du får
Du feta människa en dallrande aladåb
Du feta människa, jag tar dig härifrån
vår  lilla aladåb 
Jag tar dig härifrån
vår lilla aladåb

Men åh, ingen kommer se dig
När du kommer till mig 
Men åh tänk alla som vill ha dig
dom får dig av mig
Dr Blad      

Cut, cut, cut you up, Fuck, fuck, fuck you up 
Cut, cut, cut you up, Fuck, fuck, fuck you up 
Du svåra människa, med så enkla mål
En sårad människa som ville härifrån
Ja du längtar härifrån
Jag tar dig härifrån
När du längtar bort

Men åh, ingen kommer se mig 
När jag kommer till dig
bara du jag 
Du och Dr Blad
Men åh, tänk alla som vill ha dig
när jag varit till dig,
Dr Blad

Cut, cut, cut you up
Fuck, fuck, fuck you up
Cut, cut, cut you up
Fuck, fuck, fuck you up
Cut, cut, cut me up
Fuck, fuck, fuck me up
Cut, cut, cut me up
Fuck, fuck, fuck me up

Dr Blad

Musik: Micke Brenkman
Gitarr solo: Andy Myer

En Radio Från Igår

Jag förlorade mig själv i en sång igår
den var så bra, en sån man förstår 
o du som sa, det är sånt du får
om du har en radio från igår
en radio från igår

Så sjung med mig en sång igen
en sång som vi kanske hört förut
jag ville höra nåt som låter bra
nåt från nån som kan min kanal
på en radio från igår

Radio från igår
Nu tar jag allt som jag får
jag slickar i mig allt jag hör
En radio från igår 

Och jag drunknar i allt skval idag
sån kakofoni om samvetskval
jag har en kanal som jag förstår
en sån frekvens som bara låter bra
på en radio från igår
Aaaah men inte från en radio idag

En Radio Från Igår

Finally finished! Been going good since the renovations concluded. So been full on producing some fun stuff. Talk about fun stuff....... spring is going on..... The smell of fresh air, rush in sunlight all the good stuff. .This song write itself quite easy. The finishing touches my goodness was a job! And out of my comfort zone bc It's a subject I have never written. So hoop you like it! Cheers ^^

Signs

No law in my shadow, no mercy in sight
Just a voice made of gravel, and a will wrapped in blight
I don’t pray for redemption, don’t kneel for your sun
I’m the end you designed — now watch what you’ve done

Facemelter, soulbreaker
Truth-teller…Ripping through the skin of lies
Facemelter, Law- shaker 
Hope’s ender…Crashing down your alibis

Facemelter, not your fucking savior

Ashes and wires, I’m dancing with your sparks
I chew on your morals, I feed on your marks
No rules, just chaos, I burn what you made
Your masks came off — now I’ll watch it all fade

Facemelter, soulbreaker
Truth-teller,
Ripping up your sacred laws
Facemelter, silence-shaker
Hope’s ender
Grinding justice into flaws

Plug me in, light the spark
I was born inside the dark
I don’t play nice, I don’t play fair
I tear out the lies you wear
No mercy code in my veins
Just fire, thunder, and pain
   
Buried in thunder, I rise from the rust
Fuel in my bloodstream, machine born of dust
No chains to hold me, no rules to obey
I’m wired for chaos, I ride the decay


Facemelter

Prod. @user-636406606
For more beats: check out https://www.beatstars.com/sinkingslowly

[Intro]
(Laugh)
That’s creepy

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 1]
On and on and on and on (I just keep on laughing)
How it’s possible? (They think that they good at rapping)

In the kitchen, cooking, breaking dishes, way too ambitious, body, rhymes too delicious
Now you know that I’m vicious
But I’m also too precious
Let it go, got no issues
Shit gets too superstitious, uh

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better
Nah, nah

[Verse 2]
Honey, honey, honey, do you got some money?
You ain’t got some money, you gotta ask me, honey
It’s not like I’m against, I think you should’ve guessed
You treat me way too bad, I’m not even your friend

They about to pull up
Be like «Skinny, wassup
Heard that you hiding some, got that breast and that butt»

Then I say I go home
And I’m leaving alone
If you think that I’m caught
Motherfucker, you dumb

[Chorus]
Let’s keep going, let’s keep growing, let’s keep blowing, oh, I can do it better
Whiskey coded, Skinny Kodak, they don’t know it, oh, I can do it better
Jet-ski rolling, A. Ski glowing, broski flowing, think he can do it better

[Outro]
He can do it better?
Nah, he can’t do it better

Credits: Anastasia Kolosova, Caleb MacLeod

I Can Do It Better (Prod. CLEOD)

Midnight Proof

Echo Chamber - zero

#raggaeton #newmusicfriday #party #feelgood #turnup #latenight #love #vibe #underground #badbunny

Mi Corazon

The heart of the album.
This is the final dance — a meeting of life and death in perfect rhythm.
Cinematic, passionate, eternal.

Tango of the Undying is a dark, hypnotic fusion of psychedelic rock and tango noir — a ritual of life, death, and desire.
Through smoke and rhythm, each song becomes a confession whispered to the night.
This is not an album — it’s a dance with the inevitable, a heartbeat shared with death and passion intertwined.
Haunting baritone vocals echo Morrison’s ghost, while Rhodes organs, bandoneons, and burning guitars paint a crimson stage where love bleeds and beauty refuses to die.
You don’t listen to this record — you feel it breathing through your bones.

Tango of the Undying

Tango of the Undying (Title Track _ Finale)

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

Part of the psychedelic blues lo-fi rock opera The Singing Shadow of Seville, this track explores Lola’s free gypsy spirit in Seville’s moonlit alleys. Inspired by Jim Morrison’s mystic poetry, it blends psychedelic rock, raw blues, and lo-fi textures with a cinematic edge. Dive into Lola’s rebellion and feel her eternal flame.
Mood: Mystical, Free-Spirited.

Step into the haunting world of The Singing Shadow of Seville, a psychedelic blues lo-fi rock opera chronicling the life of Lola, a fearless medieval Spanish thief. From her free-spirited gypsy roots in Seville's alleys to the daring theft of a royal amulet, her journey ends on the scaffold—yet her soul sings eternally. Inspired by the mystic poetry of Jim Morrison, this 9-track saga blends psychedelic rock, raw blues, and lo-fi textures with cinematic depth. Immerse yourself in Lola’s rebellion, love her defiance, and feel the eternal flame of her legacy.

The Singing Shadow of Seville (psychedelic blues lo-fi rock opera)

Song 1_ _Whispers of the Gypsy Moon_ (Introduction to Lola's Free Life)

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