Darkwave is an experimental music project incorporating elements of instrumental thrash metal combined with symphonic and electronic influences. 

Composing, guitars, programming: Zsolt Némethy.
Cover art: Lupus Photo (Dávid Ujhelyi).

Missa Innominata

Sanctus

Cheer for your team

Our differences are the same 
And nobody is to blame 
Shame it’s such a shame 
Our differences are the same 

You went I came 
In a childish way 
I was half convinced 
We were destined for fame

In an instant though 
Your eye 
was the eye of the storm 
I felt like I should be gone 
We were molded 
From different forms 

We may always 
Remain anonymous 
Do we go 
I don’t know 
There’s a thing about 
Opposite poles

Opposite Poles

Hypnotiq

Janna H

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

You dont get time to think it out. [carry on]
Always lots of drink about. [sing your songs]
There's lots that you can't know.
From far below. 

There's a need to claim respite,
There's a way to end each night.
There's a place where you can go to carry on.
You can feel it in the pit.
Of your stomach where it hits.
Like a hot knife that is saying you've gone wrong.

You won't get half the time you need. [carry on]
Careful of the signs you heed. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
There's places left to go.
Which all lay you low.

We made off with the buskers guitars,
and stood and played oasis songs for hours.
You lead all the dancing in the crowd,
and clapped your hands off beat to keep them roused.
They called out requests and gathered round,
while we just both ignore their pleas aloud.
More, they cried as I played facelessly.
The people who would view me sceptically.

Inside you might be crying out [carry on]
Sure that there us no way out. [sing your songs]
You'll face the day alone.
Pulled down so low.

We can go here after bar.
Sinister you are.
One day you'll need a place to call your home.
Just keep pushing alone.
The night that you must roam.
There's only one straw that will break your back.

No point in trying to work it out. [carry on]
Have you ever tried to think it out? [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Nowhere left to go.
Except far below.

In any beam of sunlight of the day.
You'd cross the street and pass the other way.
Whilst our attempts to reach the other side.
Are met with naught but frowns and lack of pride.

You lead your procession to the clouds.
Whilst those who must remain just scrabble bout.
Looking for a fragment of your peace.
Least hoping to hang on to some relief.

Always lots to think about. [carry on]
Always too much drink about. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Carry on alone. 
dragged down below. 

After Bar Sinister

Look at the World

Five Go Famous

Monique - Honestly (Pink Sweat$ Cover)
Opgenomen in de Qubic studios op 22 juni 2019 te Hooglanderveen.

Honestly

Honestly (Pink Sweat$ Cover)

Is It Just Me? (Rock Mix)

Indie Rock music with sixties influences from London.

Is It Just Me? (Rock Mix)

Wide Riviera