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🎵 NEW SINGLE OUT NOW: Cyberpunk Rework of “This Is Not The End”
ICYMI in yesterday’s message: I’ve just dropped a Cyberpunk version of “This Is Not The End”—and yes, it’s over 50 BPM slower than the original. Strange twist? Even diehard fans of the original (and known remix haters) are vibing with it hard. 🖤 It’s moody. It’s deliberate. It’s a completely different animal. ▶️ Stream everywhere now or watch the video on YouTube: YouTube Video Spotify / Apple / All Platforms

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Aug 9–10, 2025 – M’era Luna, Hildesheim, Germany (SOLD OUT)
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🖤 INDUSTRIAL IS DEAD. LONG LIVE INDUSTRIAL. 🖤
There’s a phrase I can’t get out of my skull—it clings like sweaty PVC in a crowded goth club: “Industrial is dead. Long live industrial.” No, it’s not poetic. It’s fact—as loud and clear as a distorted Suicide Commando snare. Let me explain.

🤖 What is Industrial in 2025?
Once, “industrial” meant dissonant, confrontational noise made by weirdos in bondage pants and art school trauma. Think Throbbing Gristle. Early Wax Trax. Music that didn’t want your love—it wanted your fear. But now? The average “industrial playlist” on Spotify is an identity crisis: one part aggrotech, one part synthpop, and maybe a sprinkle of Nine Inch Nails for comfort. Some artists still bleed rebellion, but a lot of what’s called “industrial” today feels about as threatening as a pastel bat plushie from Etsy. So yeah: Industrial is dead. But the idea behind it isn’t.

🧱 The Cage of Labels
The term “industrial” used to mean danger. Chaos. Revolt. Now it’s just another keyword. Say it today and people expect: A Harsh EBM clone of a 2007 Grendel B-side. Post-metal with layered screams and down-tuned guitars. Cyberpunk techno with overused AI samples. Or worse, nothing at all, because the scene stopped caring a decade ago. It’s become a nostalgia trap. A genre cage. And inside that cage, nothing grows.

🔥 Make Music That Hits, Not That Fits
I don’t write music to save a genre’s ghost. I write songs to gut-punch your ears and brain simultaneously. Sometimes it’s dark electro. Sometimes synthpop. Sometimes sad goth rave balladry with a side of emotional damage. If it moves you, it doesn’t need a label. If the label limits you? Burn it. Too many artists stay shackled to the word “industrial” like it’s a badge of honor instead of a creative shackle. But maybe the most industrial thing we can do in 2025 is say: “FUCK the label.” Bring back the attitude that made industrial important in the first place—Rebellion. Risk. Rawness. Innovation.

🚀 So What Now?
Stop treating “industrial” like a genre. Treat it like a mindset. ⚠️ If your track doesn’t fit a playlist, GOOD. You’re doing something right. ⚠️ If it pisses off a gatekeeper, EVEN BETTER. ⚠️ Make the music you want to hear, not the music people expect from you. Respect the past. Don’t live in it. You can love Skinny Puppy and still drop a beat that sounds like Giorgio Moroder crash-landed in a post-apocalyptic rave.

Industrial is dead. Long live industrial.
Let’s stop preserving the corpse and start building something new from its bones. Let’s make noise they can’t categorize. Let’s make something they can’t ignore.

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