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Bunkerstrasse (France 1984-89)
For fans of Triosomie 21, Mephisto Waltz, Bone Orchard
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Bunkerstrasse (France 1984-89)
For fans of Triosomie 21, Mephisto Waltz, Bone Orchard
Excès Nocturne - L''Echo Des Lumières (1989) Coldwave, Post Punk - France
"merci pour rien" by Toulouse, France-based coldwave and synthpunk act trait d'union off of their 2024 EP partir un jour
Tracklist:
Play Alone • The Sabbath • La Tourmente • First Days Of Winter • La Nuit • Better Days Ahead • Winter • Pictures
Have you listened to Borderline by Asylum Party (1989)?
Yes, the entire album!
Partially, some but not all songs
No, but familiar with it
Haven't heard of it before
Youtube
Asylum Party
BENÉ LUSSIERE~
A lively night, as I saunter through the streets of Lyon. I stare up at the moon; A waning crescent that is a deep tint of joune. My face is stiffened as it's stricken by the crisp cold air of hiver.
This. This is what I live for, as my head is popped up with enthusiasm.
The excitement of all things new. The passing faces, smiles; The assortment of sounds that play into every piece of the scenery.
I see these things, I hold a small, dim flame of warmth for les petit joais.
Engaged in my observant nature, I open the door to what is my ritual.
What is this ritual you may ask? Is it a ritual of all things noire et obscure ? Non, pour I am an aficionado of diversions; the simple joy of a steaming mug of tea.
The appealing atmosphere of the city's esoteric, Cafe froid; where I enjoy il sereno, le musique, et my silky, honey chamomile herbal tea, with a splash of vanille to taste.
This. This is what I live for; As I'm sitting in my solitude, in preparation for le nuit.
Preparation for what ?, You may ask.
Well you see, with much enthusiasm that I hold for the streets of Lyon; I am not of the city, but rather of a sleepy little chalet in Pérouges.
What started as infrequent trips to Lyon; is now the common groove. Here and then, my parents would go on occasional date nights to the city. I was 14 when I started tagging along for the ride.
My parents would go about their way as I'd play musique for those who strolled passed. Le musique I'd play varied, for I am of many talents; Strings, brass, and the array of flavours I bring to the night.
After my father's passing, I've made it the point to liven the city with music every weekend, for I must bring home my earnings. My older brother Olivier works in the city's industrial district; Whenever he goes to work on Fridays and Saturdays, we head over to the city together.
Perhaps I feel closer to him as I do so; the warm-hearted laughter as we jest and part ways for the night. I looked to my father with grand admiration; the tales told about le gardien, our ancestry, the leaves, and things of that nature.
I know that to compose is my greatest ambition; Father would've wanted me to pursue further, to continue our legacy,et to remain steadfast in this journey.
My name is Bené Lussiere.
Born of parents Claudio et Elise; I am the fifth child out of ten. I stand at 177cm tall, quite slim in figure, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.
Tonight I am dressed in a darkened grey turtleneck, with a deep velvet blue coat draped over my scrawny shoulders.
Tonight I score le paysage de une nuit à Lyon;
as I fiddle away with the bow that grazes over the strings of this petite wooden body.
To be continued -
Meet the author:
"Hi, my name is Alex and this is a lil some' I wrote."
