straight out of underground paris and right onto pinkman s broken dreams arrives myn. the public systems label boss follows up a debut track on his own label with a poem about gloom, desolation and anger written in native machine language for the rotterdam imprint. the a stanza describes a mental outburst with punchy lines written in raw percussion and disconcerting 303 work. following a line break, the b stanza changes the meter from 4/4 to pummelling broken beat in a piece about power and dominance titled black rose . the violent poetry concludes with yet more deathly rhythms and spine-chilling verses in core collapse .
jann arrives on pinkman with a soundtrack of breathless panic, an ode to a blighted world of diesel fumes and indifference. rhythms are grizzly, gored and torn. thick chords judder, revving like a clapped-out engine as metal slashes at savaged snares. acid scorn is poured on this inhospitable world, amplified by the haze of distortion that clouds jann s hard and cold vision.
kris baha turns to pinkman with a standout 5 tracker blending influences ranging from ebm, darkwave and experimental electronics. what makes them work together is a shared industrial edge, spine-chilling atmospheres and minimalistic vocals. by finding excellence in diversity this record is equally suited for boiling dance floors and home listening purposes.
being closely connected to the label, it was only a matter of time before daniele cosmo was released on pinkman. at long last, he makes his debut appearance with co-conspirator cco as savage grounds. what they came up with is a tight two tracker presenting full speed, minimalistic punk electro workouts. both tracks, while boasting with furiosity and dread, as is often the case in the broken dreams releases, carry an infectious groove that is guaranteed to get bodies moving in the highest gear and right into the abyss. pressed on a single 7- this concise release is far from falling short in completeness, expertise and potential to break dreams.
SOMEHOW SOMEWHERE THEY HAVE HEARD THIS BEFORE (CASSETTE)
tape cassette NL18.01.18
pinkman welcomes maenad veyl to its roster of artists for his debut release in the form of the labels second tape. make them remember sets the gloomy mood with clattering percussion and ghostly synth lines. the messy drum patterns of taiko death rhythm are breaking up the cold mist. the a-side of the cassette is completed by the melodic slow burning energy of d.m.m.r.m . on the other side state ov apprehension and sotto gli occhi tutti further darken the character, to then pave way for in ruins to finish the damage with it s ethereal, yet soul ripping guitar riffs. *** digital download code included ***
having already debuted on the pinkman main label, identified patient now steps up for the pinkman broken dreams series for your stripped back content. the whole ep is furnished with the sinister and commanding vocals of sophie du palais, also known as vrouwe fataal, creating an infectious vortex of panic and scare to abort your dreams. throughout the release, hazy percussion is carefully seasoned with the bitter synth lines and guitar riffs from lasznkioff. the first track, peaceful panic is in full seduction and fetish mode, setting the scene for the better corners. sleep without rest violently tightens up the leather and gives you your kicks for thrills. the ep ends with frenzy: messed up intermezzos with lasznikoff, mixing up an 808 with his destructive guitar rig and, as he states, everything is done. throughout the release, hazy percussion is carefully seasoned with the bitter synth lines and guitar riffs from lasz nkioff. the first track, peaceful panic is in full seduction and fetish mode, setting the scene for the better corners. sleep without rest violently tightens up the leather and gives you your kicks for thrills. the ep ends with frenzy: messed up intermezzos with lasznikoff, mixing up an 808 with his destructive guitar rig and, as he states, everything is done.
pinkmans broken dreams welcome a new midnight malcontent into the fold, ernestas sadau debuts with his first 12inch - gonzo on tour. sirens blare, samples hiss in a haze of static before a grizzled snare introduces riots in jail near kaunas. grubby basslines curl into shards of acid, full figured thump sweetened by fragile bars. crackheads from lyon is steeped in the traditions of garage bands and d.i.y. punk. strings snarl and sneer at crashing drum beats, lonesome notes floating in the surge. the foul tempered hiroshima (acid breaks your body mix) demands the flip. beats break and buckle under the leer of lewd 303 lines, a finale bubbling over with violent intent.
a dusty tape of six tracks unearthed beneath the pinkman broken dreams division. nothing is known about this unnameable artist apart from his sound. a legion of hiss marches across the cassette, a blighted beat bites into lancing synthlines that bellow and writhe in their pitiful attempt to escape. strings are left to howl in turmoil in tracks born out of a crude joke and wry smile. mick wills offers no condolences, the stuttgart man lashing away any humanity with his embittered edit. found in the pit, made for the pit. *** digital download code included ***
alessandro adriani weaves a nightmarish scenario as the mannequin man returns to pinkman s broken dreams with four hardened works. beats are shaven into rigid points as ebm echoes are speared with contemporary contempt. throughout the quartet are moments of exotic abstraction, psychological stresses and visceral disorders. music for sleepless nights and addled minds.
"pinkman stoke the furnaces of despair, fuelling them with black merlin. conveyor belts grunt out resentment, cold chords curl, synthlines sneer and pallid percussion punctuates. noise echoes above, hammered clanks exploding into shards. below the work continues, sweat smeared stains and hissing airless gasps. in the end, all is swallowed; gulped into the gaping assembly line."
g string brings something new to the broken dreams pot. stripped down, bare bones blackened machine music. decoration is removed, the ornate purged. in their place sit burnt out remains. chords are hollowed and scraped, rhythms smeared and smudged as loneliness is amplified. a stark and spartan statement of grey skies and dark eyes.
mannequin records alessandro adriani is up next for pinkman s white label series and the flavour is unapologetically wave. melodies ghost, whisper and finally roar as the italian pushes the parameters of darkened electronics. croaking samples and brutish percussion coiling to a bitter end.