Enigma, Sunscreem, Garbage, Bjork, Orbital, Kate Bush, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Sarah Brightman, Claude Debussy
Sounds Like
Trance, ambient, progressive house, industrial, and trip-hop mixed with bad movies, camp, sensuality, and a sharp intelligence. Have it mixed by a Japanese DJ, import it from Europe, and wrap it in a midnight blue bow.
Johnny M has been writing and performing music since he was a child. Through classical training and theory practice, he wrote his first song at age 16. But he's not that proud of it. Now, Johnny strives to create an organically-developed techno sound equal parts darkness and light, club and ambient, sacred and profane.
"Riddle" - Johnny M's first official full-length recording - is now available on iTunes. Johnny is proud to be part of Dark World International's fascinating and diverse artist line-up.
thanx fo ur support. Hope u lyk wut u hear. come thru my page nytime I'll be putting new songs up once in a while. 承認ありがとう～今後も活動していくんで、 よろしくです。 stay down wit me
Hey you! That's what happens when you miss a POP INC shoot- the craziest awesome-est sh*t happens! It's a totally different gig... Industrial GLBT Euro Pop... Can we be a first??? Or maybe it just hasn't been done in ages! xxx B
Hey Johnny! Now that I'm over the shock of my new look I like it too. Can't keep it this way; it only happened during the bleaching process! I'll tinker with it like this for a bit, then change it when it gets boring again!
I sense wild vapors of sweet champagne in your larynx. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Entranced by the sweet harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your brilliant soul. May you be as vivid as your hallucinations. I find your eyes to be a wondrous amusement park filled with neo-plastic pleasures and turkish delights. You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. The music that flows from your instruments overwhelms me with creativity. Your essence is equal to the beauty of a galaxy. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? Transistors bridge where your vanity would never go. May you always have stables of horses to service your needs. Blinking reveals the true visage of beauty hidden within your eyes. The elves that play in the toasters wash their drum sticks in honey and sing strikingly colored anthems in perfect harmonious pleasure.
