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LoNe WolF - "Reached the Checkpoint"

Album: "Avant-Garde"


Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF



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Avant-Garde

Reached the Checkpoint

The screen flickers
The table yawns
We sit
We wait
We vanish

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have walked the forest path
Heard the crow
Touched the moss
Lit a fire
Watched the sky

Instead
you counted bullets on a slide

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have baked bread
Fed a friend
Watered the thirsty plant
Read the forgotten page
Slept without dreaming

Instead
you raised your hand
and lowered it again

This hour is gone
You will never get it back

You could have carved a song
Bled on the strings
Run until the lungs caught fire
Kissed a mouth that mattered
Buried the silence in wine

Instead
you stared at the clock
and the clock stared back

This hour is gone
You will never get it back
This hour is gone
You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

You will never get it back

Never
Never
Never
Never
Never

This Hour Is Gone

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Written and performed by fijiplus & etai s0 (@etaiso)
Produced by nitefåll (@prodnitefall)
Mastered by etai s0
Released October 19th, 2025

BLACK ICE 2002 (@blackice2002)

[Chorus, fijiplus]:

don’t call it a comeback, I’m not there
wear my weapons, they’re all that I got
good grief, been a pill since I got here
won’t you please impede upon my rot

no I won’t be consumed by my own fear
when the night draws close keep a blade near

[Verse 1, fijiplus]:

when the night draws close keep a blade near
cut em into bits, mix it up in some light beer
syrupless it’s rough, get some ice and a lime dear
hop behind the wheel fucked up for a quick steal

driving down the road slumped off something high tier
swerving no fucks, I don’t wait till the light clears
got etai by my side, told em “quick, steer!”
rolling one up, need a high fore we get there

[Verse 2, etai s0]:

i need to level up my high
i know i shouldn't get up in the drivers seat right now and ride
i been waiting for this moment my whole life
i been waiting for this moment my whole life

now i'm one of the elites
fucking finally
going crazy on these beats
like i'm tryna be
nitefåll hits, me and fiji boutta kill a bag
so up, no im never going out sad

[Chorus, fijiplus]

[Verse 3, fijiplus]:

oh, you toy with my pride,
something I can’t let slide
oh the bridges blown high
you should’ve come to this side

all the seeds I’ve sown turn on me grown
fire to the fields in they lie
felt my share of pain, I take no joy
watching the light leave your eyes

[Verse 4, etai s0]:

back when you were in my life
it was so divine, yeah
it was so divine
now i strayed away from god 
ever since you died,
ever since you died

all i ever really chased was a bank note
me and bro really handing out halos
i can never really hate, i'm above that
bitch we on point like a thumb tack

so come correct before i smack you
right back of the neck
ball so hard im breaking the back of the net
shattered glass on the court
blood sport
fiji add the money up, so we plus more

GOOD GRIEF (nitefåll)

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

NEW SONG "M-I-A" FROM THE PROJECT IM WORKING ON 
"MANIC-MADNESS" COMING SOON

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