Bass cover di "Tempesta Magnetica" dei Violet Eves, band italiana della scena New Wave.more

“Blackout In Slow Motion” — ReadeDuvel ( I hesitated for a long time before deciding to make this song public. ) Because this song comes from a deep personal experience, i was back then, a very young girl, one night, that changed something inside me, and left memories, I never asked for! Writing these words, meant, going back to a moment, I would rather have forgotten, and thats why i putting feelings, into music, that were once, too painful, to say out loud! But eventually, I realized that this song isn’t only mine. It is for every woman, who has ever woken up, confused, frightened, ashamed, or questioning what happened to her.  For every woman, who felt her body was there, but somehow she wasn’t. For those who were unable to speak, unable to move, unable to stop what was happening. And for those, who carried the weight of it silently afterward. “Blackout In Slow Motion” is about that terrifying feeling of slowly disappearing, while still being conscious enough, to know that something is terribly wrong. It is about the fragments, left behind the memories, the questions, the bruises, the silence, and the struggle to understand what someone else chose to do to you. Most importantly, it is about taking your voice back. The final words of the song are not whispered anymore: “You drugged my drink. You crossed that line.” I chose to say it out loud! Not because the past can be changed, but because what happened, deserves to be named, and because the blame never belonged to the woman, who experienced it! This song is my truth, but I hope it can also be a small voice, for women everywhere around the world, who know / knew, this feeling! You are not alone! You are not, what happened to you! And you NEVER, deserved it! Ps: Not only for us woman, but also for men & boys who can relate in this...more

Please see English description and translation of the lyrics below Genre: Synth-Pop / Dark Electro / Rap Atmosphäre: Düster, hypnotisch, cineastisch Beschreibung: „Irrgarten dieser Welt“ ist eine düstere, elektronische Odyssee durch die Schattenseiten der modernen Gesellschaft. Getragen von einem hypnotischen, pulsierenden Bass und melancholischen Synthesizern, entfaltet der Track eine packende, fast filmische Atmosphäre. Die gesprochenen und gerappten Vocals reflektieren im Wechselspiel zwischen kühler Distanz und intensiver Emotion über Themen wie Oberflächlichkeit, die Jagd nach Macht und den Verlust von Menschlichkeit in einer vom Egoismus getriebenen Welt („...wo die Dummen siegen“). Mit einem treibenden Rhythmus und einem virtuosen Synthesizer-Solo im Mittelteil verschmelzen hier tanzbare Beats mit tiefgründiger Gesellschaftskritik. Ein Song, der sowohl im Club als auch im Kopf nachhallt. Genre: Synth-Pop / Dark Electro / Rap Mood: Dark, hypnotic, cinematic Description: "Irrgarten dieser Welt" ( In the labyrinth of this world) is a dark, electronic odyssey through the shadows of modern society. Driven by a hypnotic, pulsating bassline and melancholic synthesizers, the track builds a gripping, almost cinematic atmosphere. The spoken and rapped vocals shift between cool detachment and intense emotion, reflecting on themes of superficiality, the pursuit of power, and the loss of humanity in an ego-driven world. Featuring a driving rhythm and a masterful synthesizer solo in the bridge, this track seamlessly merges danceable beats with profound social commentary. "Slaps" is a song designed to resonate both on the dancefloor and in your mind. English translation of the lyrics: [Intro] A shadow moves through the city. Cold light on empty asphalt. Behind masks—nothing but night. Deception becomes a duty. [Verse 1] The world belongs to the self-satisfied. Words without weight. Faces demand, yet hold nothing. No gaze, no light. The hunt for power devours souls. Cold and without mercy. A thought of goodness— lost in the shadows. [Pre-Chorus] Immorality takes root. The celebrations sound hollow. Where has the light gone? Who still remembers who we were? [Chorus] The right to live, the right to win— a price paid with dirty hands. An asylum for the thinkers— that’s where we will end up. We stagger through the streets, we dance in the pale glow. In the maze of this world— where fools prevail. [Verse 2] Weakness is declared strength. Courage is quietly sold. Empty promises shine brightly, until every soul fades out and falls silent. A cry in the wind that no one hears. Dreams become commodities. Overstimulation reigns— and in the heart: only shadows, only cold. I see your face in the fog, yet I don’t know who you are. [Bridge] Is madness the new sanity? Where are those who still think? The noise devours the silence. No feeling can guide us. We are lost in the night, drifting without purpose. Madness awakens— and drags us along with it. [Chorus] The right to live, the right to win— a price paid with dirty hands. An asylum for the thinkers— that’s where we are driven. We stagger through the streets, we dance in the pale glow. In the maze of this world— where fools prevail. [Verse 3] The world belongs to the restless, to those who never rest. No peace, no courage, no vision— only cold masks, only ruin. A compulsion to silence, a cry in the night. Human beings are made into things. [Outro] A shadow moves through the city. We linger in the pain. No light in the maze— only a pale, foolish glow. But deep in the darkness a quiet dream still blooms: One day we will rise and leave this house. [Outro Whisper] Where fools prevail… where fools prevail… in the maze of this world… more