I live in a dead city in my heart
The only sounds are things left behind
Anything that moves I don't want to meet
If something comes to this place, I tremble and hide, I pray for my mind, I pray to be free
Your name is still a magic word for me
It can open any door, but it's nothing I can keep
Where do I go, out in the cold and the dark?
I've searched all the places we would hide when we were kids
Feeling the threat out there, unseen on the horizon
Out where the monsters tear down the things for which you live
I've salvaged all I could, I'm hid away
I can only hope nothing comes for me; no thought of escape
It's uncanny just how good Actors is at emulating that Post-Punk synth sound from my younger days.
Each listen just gets better and better. I feel slightly ashamed for not having heard this album until a few short days ago. modestwriggles
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022
This brilliant 90s anthem is Klacked up with an EBM twist & the result is pure genius...enough to make you go a bit mad when played at Infest Carl J 23