Faderhead is with and without an accent, "at the same time"; this is truly vocal talent. I am sure many can share in the irony of Australian and European artists singing with an American accent, while the opposite can be said of American artists. The fact that he uses an American East Coast one in 'Darker Please' -a sorta story-, - steering at the rain -, -dokker plz- is somehow classic to being EBM's style and yet proves monotone vocals can still carry edgy and catchy dynamics.

choreographed by the gyrations of something once human, flooded by the only stimulus in the air, determinate flailing to escape the toxins only waves them around to fill the space.

The Agency has abandoned rhyme for the complexity of narration. I will continue to ignore the words until the rhythm has been fully integrated; trusting I will be reissued the necessary publications, as the 'going screens' notice the substance that I 'bring about'.

Finally, I think I understand the title, "Gateless Gate." Triggers one to stride through a Gateless threshold at a steady calculated Gate.

Meletron has dressed the Kraftwerk sound in something profound, once I find it, I will remind myself. It's quite personal, you see, but I'll share this one.

It took digging into the early works of ISC to find these hidden roots of what came to bloom with "Industrial Love" and began bearing fruit on Exile Paradise. Not that any rotted on the ground; but this single fills in a gap of the tartness that the fruit gained. The stinkingly sweet fruit remixed with care.

An assortment of vocal contexts are a 'wing' on the airframe of artists such as Iris, De/Vision or Neuroticfish; sent wizzing past the 'pop' control towers of EBM/New wave, like the musical Mavericks of Apoptygma Berserk or Die Warzau have before. Well worth the spilled coffee.

Needed this lens to see the greater convexing of the world around me. These Ancient memories aren't going anywhere; I will follow them innately.

like, Rotersand or Funkervogt, these guys ride a curl that presents lovely crests, though many of their songs can come crashing into the Void of a repetitive structure, others launch out of the tube generated by that same force.

Swimming in the aether fluid, those strokes once made breathing difficult, Simon sung; a surface almost fresher, and still a trace of the same pace; made new strokes, and new gasps, the only way to progress on the emotive tide Real Cardinal presents.

with all the fancy toys these kids have now, it is still easy to see a face light up from the presence that Pride and Fall captured during this age in Futurepop, Synthpop, EBM, shoegaze convergence. Mine especially.

Influences abound, what a syncopated majesty. Depth in simplicity and a range of song layouts that didn't see Club's, as much as I believe these anthems deserve.

opening of "Closer to Real" explains so much about an experience that only needs to be pointed at for a second to see evidence of years deciphering. "I'm just making cents/sense, from dividing signs"