The Horrorist is an american artist and producer based in New York City. He is the founder of Things To Come Records. Prior to releasing music as The Horrorist, he had his “fifteen minutes of fame” when he won a contest and appeared on the Depeche Mode documentary 101.
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Rekordfahrt Negativ – Folge 2 is a compilation of minimal wave and 80ies synth tracks compiled by FKK Schallplatten. Hante. is a one woman project from Paris. Behind the synths, Hélène de Thoury is escaping the reality and facing her fears. Through her cold, synthetic and melancholic music, she reveals herself and offers deep emotions, mixing haunting darkwave and striking electronics. - Passion and obsessions – Get what you want and don’t let the world control who you are, you’re fierce. Emotions are real. The Franco/Australian 2 piece (named after Ultravox lyrics), deliver 5 tracks of warped pop that spill their minimal/dark/cold waves over the edge of the infinity pool. The Screen-bending video for the lead track is available now too. The title track is the final release on Detonic Recordings “Minimum Viable Product” singles series that is featured on the vinyl compilation LP. “cerveau facultatif Techno Thriller joins the Unknown Precept fam with a brand new mini-album, following the release of their eponymous full-length album a few months back. Recorded in their Brussels stronghold earlier this year, the four-handed formation has steadily been crafting cybernated Gothic music from the depths of their narrow basement. Drawing inspiration from dark dungeons and occult folklore, not without evocative titles. Compelling murky synthpunk and industrial machinery colliding in fervor and howls. Enfant de Sodome feels as muscular and drenched as one could expect from their thrilling live performances. Free falling tumultuous bass lines lacerated by ominous muffled barking and groans. Bone-bending primitive techno catapulted over the walls in the most urgent fashion. At times, it very much feels like trying to dance on some sort of cryptic electronic body music in a heavy chain-mail, or at least we urge you to do so. |




