A Broken Frame – feat. Elias Morven | Dark Synthpop Noir – Depeche Mode, Boy Harsher, Clan of Xymox скачать в хорошем качестве

A Broken Frame – feat. Elias Morven | Dark Synthpop Noir – Depeche Mode, Boy Harsher, Clan of Xymox

What if every track title from one classic album became a brand-new story? This song weaves every title from Depeche Mode’s “A Broken Frame” into one single narrative. #depechemode #synthpop #darkwave ABOUT THE TRACK “A Broken Frame” is a dark synthpop homage with a twist: every single song title from Depeche Mode’s 1982 album is hidden inside the lyrics. It’s half tribute, half inside joke — serious in sound, playful in idea. The beat is steady, the voice low, the mood dark but still danceable. It feels nostalgic without being dusty: more like a late-night wink at the past. Whether you know the original album or not, this track works as a hypnotic story with a pulse. THE VOCALIST – Elias Morven A baritone from the Scottish Highlands, with a voice as calm as a midnight train that’s always late. He delivers lines with dry patience, never rushing, never pleading. Odd habit: he collects abandoned umbrellas from train stations, claiming they “sing better than any choir” when shaken. A perfect match for a song that treats drama with irony. LYRICAL THEMES From “Leave in Silence” to “The Sun and the Rainfall” — all ten titles from the 1982 album are stitched into one lyric. The song plays with memory, broken devotion, photographs on fire, and satellites falling from the sky. It’s reverence and parody at the same time: drama told with a sly grin. COMPOSER INSIGHT I didn’t want to do a cover. I wanted to play a game. What happens if you take every song title from an old album and force them into one new lyric? The result felt like doing a crossword puzzle at 3 a.m., only with a bassline. At one point I thought, “Shouldn’t have done that.” Which, luckily, is also in the lyric. The track sounds serious, but the idea is pure mischief. That’s the fun of it: the frame breaks, and something new comes out. SOUND & STYLE • Core: Dark Synthpop / Darkwave • Influences: Early Depeche Mode, 80s minimal electronics • Character: moody, ironic, hypnotic • Sound Image: steady beat, low baritone, wide synth backdrop • Tempo/Danceability: mid-tempo groove, floor-friendly but headphone-safe • Suitable for: night drives, dim-lit clubs, nostalgic listeners with a taste for irony FOR FANS OF • Depeche Mode — Violator mood with lyrical devotion • Boy Harsher — minimal darkwave pulse with hypnotic bass • Clan of Xymox — gothic atmospheres wrapped in synth layers • TR/ST — brooding baritone in electronic shadowplay • Cold Cave — icy pads, stoic vocals, sharp minimalism • Front 242 — EBM intensity in a melodic frame • Visage — early 80s synth allure, frozen in style • Mesh — modern synthpop polish with nocturnal depth • Camouflage — sleek German-school synthpop PRESS & CRITIC VOICES “Turns an old album into a puzzle you can dance to.” (Magnetic Nights) “Half homage, half prank — strangely addictive.” (Static Review) “Dark synthpop with a grin hiding in the corner.” (City Lights Journal) FINAL NOTE This is a hypnotic mid-tempo synthpop track: steady beat, bass-driven, cool baritone on top. A serious sound wrapped around a playful idea — Depeche Mode’s “A Broken Frame” retold in one single song. It works as both tribute and inside joke: nostalgic, dark, and sly at the same time. The frame cracks, the smile remains. #newwave #electronicmusic #retrowave #coldwave #postpunk #darkelectro #synthwave #ebm LYRICS Leave in silence… A broken frame remains… In my secret garden, shadows start to bend, a monument of plastic, devotion without end. Nothing to fear, they whisper through the wire, but every photograph of you still sets the house on fire. A satellite is turning, signals cut in two, the meaning of love is missing, I see you fade from view. The sun and the rainfall, washing out the shame, a photograph of you is burning in the frame. Shouldn’t have done that, but I still played the game, living in the silence of a broken frame. See you in the window, static on the glass, every secret garden memory refuses to pass. A monument is shaking, the silence calls my name, the irony is heavy — worshipping a frame. A satellite is falling, transmitting only pain, the meaning of love is broken, repeating like a chain. The sun and the rainfall, drown the secret sound, a photograph of you is scattered on the ground. Shouldn’t have done that, but I carry the blame, dancing with the shadow of a broken frame. Leave in silence… Monuments decay… See you in the rainfall… The frame won’t go away. The sun and the rainfall, washing me through, the meaning of love dissolves in the view. A photograph of you, burning in my shame, I shouldn’t have done that — but I love the frame. Leave in silence… Leave in silence… A broken frame remains…