BROKEN GENERATION
Music by Overdrive, Stop Sleeping & Chris Schlue
Mastering by Chris Schlue

Check out the IG promo video:
https://www.instagram.com/p/DF_cUIDsPnW/


STOP SLEEPING

Punk flunky, indie drop out, marginally mathy, spacewards or maybe just some 80s fan, Stop Sleeping isn't just a synth and guitar wizard, but also an extremely versatile american singer who can emulate different vocal styles with impressive ease. BROKEN GENERATION's driving force is the Johnny Rotten-style vocals of Stop Sleeping and I believe this is the first of many collabs in the near future. Check out his great songs available on his Soundcloud page:

https://soundcloud.com/stop-sleeping

CHRIS SCHLUE

Chris is an incredibly talented German guitarist and composer, and as if that weren't enough, he's a walking encyclopedia on all things mixing and mastering. Believe me, his ears are absolutely insane for detail and Chris is responsible for the exquisite technical quality of BROKEN GENERATION's mastering. Our next collabs are already in the works, but in the meantime, check out his great individual and band tracks on Soundcloud:

https://soundcloud.com/chris-schlue

Broken Generation

Modes About Me - In the Oil

Album: 
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
https://soundcloud.com/themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
https://soundcloud.com/thefunkykaiju

Producer:
https://tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
Used to be nothing
Now I 'am me
Please don't push my buttons
Cause I've been running from the things
That make this real 
And I have had enough
Cause I've been trying 
Not to feel
The consequence of 
Always wanting more of this
And I've been chillin all day
Let them pave the way
So I might as well wait 
Two feet in the grave
Four blunts to the face
Six shots and I'm awake

When you read this
I might be gone
I'm feeling how you feel
When enough is enough 
Fear, pain, rage 
And no love
I miss the good old days 
With the sex and the drugs
I'd like to be rich
I could have some money 
Put some gold on my wrist
I got a bullet that will 
Make me a myth
But not before
I play your screams like a riff

Happy Not Hateful

In The Oil

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In the Oil

Trapped

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Victor is loose again. He is angry and vengeful. And has time on his side..;)) moody track with piano and synths layered on top of the guitars.

Time for Victor

Hold in On

This one`s dedicated to Hachiman Hikigaya, Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama. Also this goes out to Kyotaro Ichikawa and Anna Yamada not to forget Amane Fujimiya and Mahiru Shiina.  And also to Ayumu Fujino and Kyomoto. 

You all made this happen 😉

An End with No Beginning

Fireworks explores the imagery of the various celebratory fireworks which can be heard throughout the Kurilpa peninsula and seen from vantage spots at South Bank and on Highgate Hill, during festive days such as New Years and Riverfire. This piece is joyful, full of colour via contrasts in touch, register, pedalling and modes. A little dramatic space can be taken at times when needing to reach accented octave chords and jumps. Sheet music at https://www.australiancomposers.com.au/search?q=rachel+hocking

Kurilpa 5. Fireworks

You Cannot Fall

just trust the bass and all will be fine...

Well. Before I forget and because somebody might be interested and because I`m a little talkative at the moment:

EverBlue was born through three phases. The first one as a little piano song. The basic cadence quite usual then opened to something more interesting. Found that quite nice but boring.

But it was nice and…. because I had lost myself in a fabulous indie rock band from Singapore that day, I decided to try something else by adding straight guitars on the 8ts… what led to using another rhythm which I then combined with another rhythm.  Additional layers of strings were attached.  That worked quite ok. What means mehh but showed the right direction. And that was the second phase.

Third phase I killed it all, erased all of the melodic instruments except one e-piano which I fuzzed, delayed and filtered… programmed two synthbass lines, some breaks and added the high hookline for which I then searched for the right sound for hours.

Then I listened and listened and could not stop listening, thought about turning down the bass but decided not to cause I realized that it`s the bass I`m floating on. 

And that’s that story…

EverBlue

Healing through love frequencies cymatics 


An End with No Beginning

viennese cinnamon