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Construction Time Again – Grabbing Hands Synthpop Electro – Depeche Mode, Covenant, Assemblage 23

Everything counts. Until you realise you’re the one being measured. ABOUT THE TRACK “Construction Time Again (Upgrade Version)” is not a nostalgic glance backward — it’s a controlled rebuild. The title deliberately mirrors the 1983 Depeche Mode album, but this track refuses imitation. Instead, every single song title from that record has been woven into a completely new narrative. Not quoted for effect. Not borrowed for sentiment. Re-engineered. “Everything Counts”, “Two Minute Warning”, “The Landscape Is Changing”, “Love, In Itself” — they function here as structural beams inside a modern composition about accountability, repetition and quiet systemic pressure. Early electronic music proved that limitation creates tension; strict sequencer grids in small UK studios once reshaped pop culture. This track follows that principle: discipline first, emotion second. Familiar language. New consequences. MORE VERSIONS OF THIS TRACK    • CONSTRUCTION TIME AGAIN – Mixes   THE VOCALIST – Damon Hesketh Damon Hesketh, raised in Basildon, delivers the lines with calm authority and surgical restraint. His voice doesn’t plead; it measures. There’s a subtle dryness in his phrasing — as if the conclusion has already been filed before it’s spoken. He once said he prefers fluorescent parking lots to candlelight because “they don’t pretend.” That restraint defines the performance. LYRICAL THEMES The lyrics examine responsibility, repetition and structural inevitability. Plans are drafted. Fault lines are marked. Warnings arrive exactly on time. “Everything counts” evolves from observation into doctrine — and the system keeps moving whether we approve or not. COMPOSER INSIGHT I told myself: if you’re going to borrow the scaffolding, at least don’t move in as a tenant. So every old title had to earn its place in a new story. No tribute act behaviour. No retro perfume. Just structure. Early electronic music survived on discipline and a few stubborn machines — not on drama. So I kept it controlled, let the repetition breathe, and avoided the obvious climax. Systems don’t need fireworks. They just need consistency. SOUND & STYLE • Core: Driving Synthpop with disciplined Electro pulse • Influences: structured early electronic sequencing logic • Character: controlled, focused, nocturnal, pressurised • Sound Image: tight drums, sequenced bass, metallic clarity • Tempo/Danceability: steady propulsion, club-calibrated momentum • Suitable for: dark floors, late sessions, focused listening FOR FANS OF • Depeche Mode — sequencer-driven songwriting and disciplined electronic tension • Covenant — precise club-calibrated dark synth propulsion • Assemblage 23 — melodic futurepop structure with controlled vocal delivery • VNV Nation — engineered build dynamics within electronic frameworks • Mesh — restrained synthpop architecture and focused arrangement • And One — hook-led electronic sequencing and rhythmic clarity • Seabound — polished futurepop textures with measured intensity • Rotersand — body-oriented electronic pulse with structured drive • Beborn Beton — melodic electronic control with clean synth layering • Frozen Plasma — balanced synthpop momentum and steady propulsion • Neuroticfish — structured melodic electronics with emotional restraint • Camouflage — disciplined synthpop songwriting and tonal clarity PRESS & CRITIC VOICES “An homage that rebuilds rather than imitates.” — Circuit Archive “Precision becomes personality.” — Static Transmission FINAL NOTE This track doesn’t rely on nostalgia. It relies on structure. The hook grows because repetition is intentional. The groove works because nothing is wasted. If everything counts, this one proves it — line by line, beat by beat. #Synthpop #Electropop #Futurepop #DepecheMode #EBM #DarkElectro #DarkSynthpop #NewWave #ElectronicPop #SynthMusic 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