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A steady pulse. A voice that doesn’t plead. Somewhere between discipline and desire, something… slips. #darkwave #synthpop #depechemode TRACK OVERVIEW “Policy of Prunes” moves with the momentum of a mid-tempo confession — built on crisp gated drums, shimmering synth layers and a dry, propulsive bassline. The groove walks a tightrope between control and surrender, never breaking a sweat. It’s a track that doesn’t rise, doesn’t fall — it persists. Like resolve. Or regret. THE VOCALIST – DARREN HAYLE Darren Hayle brings gravity without grand gestures. Born in Leeds, he once fronted an underground band no one remembers — and perhaps that’s how he prefers it. His delivery is precise, unaffected, quietly magnetic. A perfect match for Monsieur Égaliseur’s subtle dissonance. LYRICAL THEMES Lyrically, the track winks — but never laughs. It’s not really about dried fruit. It’s about the rules we make for ourselves — and the quiet pleasure of breaking them. About the polished surface of self-control — and the strange freedom in letting something ferment beneath it. COMPOSER INSIGHT The idea came while reading the ingredients list of a so-called detox bar. What if guilt, like fiber, needs to pass through us in waves? The rest wrote itself — slow, smooth, and strangely nutritious. SOUND & STYLE Dark synthpop with a post-ironical chill. Mid-tempo rhythm, vintage textures, layered restraint. Think chrome reflections and late-night subway windows. FOR FANS OF Depeche Mode, TR/ST, Boy Harsher, Lebanon Hanover, She Past Away — artists who blend cool surfaces with emotional undertow. FINAL NOTE Some say you are what you eat. But sometimes… you’re what you tried not to eat. #electronicmusic #coldwave #postpunk #darkpop #boyharsher #shepastaway #lebanonhanover LYRICS You had something sweet to chew Should have stopped at just a few Now you're sitting there in pain Waiting on your bowel train It's just time to pay the toll For ignoring fiber’s role You rejected every clue In your policy of goo Never again You swore before On the bathroom floor Never again You swore before But you bought some more Things were flowing fine and fast Till the sugar hit at last Now you pray for sweet release With a spoonful of relief It's too late to change your fate You're backed up at heaven’s gate There’s one fruit that might save you: Policy of prunes Never again You swore before Still you crave the s'more Never again You swore before Now you're stuck once more Now you're standing there stone-dry Eat that prune and question why You denied the ancient truth Fiber is the fountain of youth Never again You swore before But you asked for four Never again You swore before 'Til you're sore once more