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A modern homage to Depeche Mode’s “Construction Time Again” — one lyric that hides every track title from the 1983 album. Steel-tinted synthpop: cool voice, steady pulse, quiet grin. #depechemode #synthpop #darkwave ABOUT THE TRACK “Construction Time Again” is a dark synthpop salute to the moment Depeche Mode welded factory clatter to pop melody and made it sing. This new track folds all nine original titles into one clean narrative — not as quotes thrown around, but as a story that walks through blueprints, pipelines and “grabbing hands” with a wry smile. The feel is late-night and disciplined: a steady chassis, metallic highlights, and a hook that prefers pressure over spectacle. It nods to the album’s spirit — work, weight, and wit — without dressing up in vintage cosplay. If the original was scaffolding in the rain, this one is the after-hours crew, finishing the last beam while the city hums. Serious build, playful blueprint. THE VOCALIST – Damon Hesketh Basildon, UK — yes, that Basildon. A low, unhurried delivery that sounds like someone who measures twice and speaks once. He leans on syllables the way a foreman leans on a rail: calm, exact, un-impressed by drama. Quirk for DM fans: he carries a foldable metric ruler with “And Then…” scratched at the 30-cm mark — “so endings line up.” LYRICAL THEMES The lyric is a puzzle: all titles from the 1983 album are woven into one narrative about work, trust, and mechanical hope. Phrases like “Everything counts” and “Two-minute warning” frame a city of steel where feeling competes with function. It’s reverence and mischief at once: devotion told through measurements, hope disguised as procedure. COMPOSER INSIGHT I wanted a tribute that isn’t a cover — more like a crossword with a drum machine. The rule was simple: every title from the album must appear, but the story should still read clean. Once the titles clicked, the melody took the lead and the metal stayed in the margins. If it makes you nod and smirk at the same time, mission accomplished. SOUND & STYLE • Core: Dark Synthpop / Darkwave • Influences: Early 80s UK electronics, industrial-tinted pop minimalism • Character: cool, restrained, hypnotic, urban • Sound Image: steady beat, low male vocal, wide synth bed, light industrial tint • Tempo/Danceability: mid-tempo motion; floor-friendly, headphone-safe • Suitable for: night drives, dim-lit clubs, focused late-evening listening FOR FANS OF • Depeche Mode — metallic color on a melodic frame • Camouflage — sleek German-school synthpop clarity • Mesh — modern polish with nocturnal pull • De/Vision — melodic minimalism with a cool center • Gary Numan — machine-gloss pop with a human seam • Cold Cave — icy pads, stoic delivery, sharp lines • TR/ST — brooding low voice over mechanical pulse • Boy Harsher — minimal dark pulse, slow magnetism • Covenant — precise club motion without clutter • And One — hook-minded synthpop with a stern beat PRESS & CRITIC VOICES “Blueprints that actually groove — a clever, steel-toned hymn.” (Afterlight Review) “Counts the past without copying it; the wink lands.” (Neon Quarters) “Quietly relentless — like a night shift that never misses a step.” (Midnight Ledger) FINAL NOTE A cool mid-tempo synth track that treats "Construction Time Again"-era grit with care: measured beat, low voice, a hint of iron. It’s a tribute that behaves like its own song — respectful, unsentimental, quietly catchy. If you like clean lines, dry humor, and late-night momentum, this belongs in your queue. Blueprints fade - the pulse remains. #newwave #electronicmusic #retrowave #coldwave #postpunk #electropop #industrial LYRICS Everything counts… in larger amounts Love, in itself, was a wall of steel Cold to touch, too hard to feel Blueprints fade, the numbers stay We build, we break, the same old way Pipeline hums beneath our skin More than a party, we cave within It’s construction time again Under cold fluorescent rain The grabbing hands still make their plans Everything counts in larger hands Two-minute warning cuts the air The landscape’s changing everywhere Shame flows slow through wire and dust Told you so — machines don’t trust Measure the fault, mark the line And then… we start again in time Faith is a spark the metal denies Hope is a glitch that never dies It’s construction time again Under cold fluorescent rain Love, in itself, was never planned Everything counts in larger hands