Dead in the Walls DEAD IN THE WALLS dirt in my gut it's alive in the walls space has no edge it's framed in a picture dirt in my brain flies on the window life in these lies live and coughing dirt in my eyes something's dead in the walls this room has no edge too much life in this coffin dirt in my blood tear out the floorboards this knife has no edge.
Black Ghosts Lightnin' Hopkins BLACK GHOSTS Lightnin' Hopkins dark tunnel leave my front door in the lights are bodies black ghosts in the night bodies heaving in closets black ghost at my door in the light rooms are empty black ghost waiting there. Nothing Life Count Inserts COUNT INSERTS count inserts you'll be the same rot in a swamp fissures in graves you'll feel the same bedroom of swamp bedroom of rot fissures and leagues been like a blanket swamp like a nest beds of raise beds of grave swamp blanket of rot fissures in walls climax in a bed of rot you're not okay.
Bad vibed laudanum jams from a dead snake charmer's dank basement terror bag. Who needs songs that begin and end when you can have songs where nothing begins and nothing ends. Like watching paint dry and feeling the blood dry in your veins. Their Body by Ritual Howls. Majestic, dark, driving, relentless darkwave from the masters of the genre.
Some of their strongest material ever, and that's saying something. Featured on Mix 21 of the 14 waves podcast: 14waves. Ryan Graham. The Spell Between by Caroline Blind. Swirling goth-rock from the big voice behind '90s outfit Sunshine Blind, featuring a who's-who of dark underground denizens. Diaspora by The Bedroom Witch. Multimedia artist Sepehr Mashiahof uses dark and direct synth-pop vocabulary to create her own intricate narrative of identity. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 18, Finally out, the first LP of Hante.
This album is a perfect mix between cold and minimal wave, and Helene's beautiful voice. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 18, Go back to the batcave and cast shadows on the wall with this appropriately melodramatic French goth group. Summon grey clouds of dry ice on the goth club dancefloor to your home with this bleak, dreamy Parisian outfit. Evan Patterson writes dark songs that sear the heart. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 6, This SF duo's swirling greyscale palette wouldn't be out of place on the classic '80s 4AD roster.
Explore music. And by this time during your first listen of this album, I'm sure you were thinking, "Dear god, this is going to be a pretty depressing album, isn't it? But not yet. Because third on the album is the break from all that sad illusion and reminiscing wraith. It is "July, July! I believe the song is a vague outline and truly relateable feeling of nostalgia, even if you didn't have a "crooked French-Canadian" for an uncle.
It is summed up best in the last verse: "And we'll remember this when we are old and ancient though the specifics might be vague and I'll say your camisole was a sprightly light magenta when, in fact, it was a nappy blue-ish gray" Ending with the truly delightful chorus of "July! Never seemed so strange" At the end of this song, you're almost feeling TOO happy.
Not to worry, "A Cautionary Song" is the best remedy for any sort of joy. Though it is sung in a slightly humorous tone along with an eerie accordian, A Cautionary Song, is all about the prostitutal way your mother pays the bills. Here lies Meloy's special talent for translating the exact scene in his head, to yours.
So I'll spare you my description of the song, and let you see for yourself: "There's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping through the lights of beacon street and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, 'cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her petticoats.
And she's standing in the harbour and she's waiting for the sailors in the jolly boat see how they approach" You get the picture instantly, don't you? He concludes on a light-hearted note: "So be kind to your mother Though she may seem an awful bother And the next time she tries to feed you collared greens Remember what she does when you're asleep" I was kidding about the whole light-hearted thing Anyway, next up after that elate-able ballad comes "Odalisque".
This song proudly carrying on the topic of prostitution, does so with even a bit more pity. A girl, presumably a concubine as the song title suggests, is running away with her child.
Ready to jump off a fire escape to relieve herself, Meloy comes in with comforting words of : "And when they find you, Odalisque They will rend you terribly Stitch from stitch 'till all your linen limbs will fall" Then mirrors the thoughts of her persuers: "And what do we do with 10 dirty Jews a thirty-ought full of rock salt and a warm afternoon?
What do we do? But this is a beautiful song and I highly recommend it. It's a love song of sorts, but the new year isn't a time for happiness as the narrator's lover is ill and all he can do is show her the city on a motorbike. He rebukes the bitterness of the world and sings: "And the world may belong for you But it'll never belong to you And on a motorbike When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now?
Sung in a very upbeat fashion, the lyrics are anything but. From what I gather, it is about a French soldier in the Sahara, missing his homeland and his girl. The brilliant historical references and imagery in this song are what the Decemberists do best.
A bottle of ancient Shiraz A smattering of distant applause Is ringing in my poor ears" The last song before the big finale is "Clementine". A beautiful song of two poor lovers dreaming of their future of being married and having a home, despite being discouraged by parents and such.GENRE: Dark Electro/EBM COUNTRY: USA BITRATE: kbps SIZE: MB HOSTER: File Factory CD 1: *Artificial* Resurrection Compan.