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"Injured" is an album I released in 2007 as Gabino (Hi, that's my name!). This album covers the years 2002-2007 and is remastered along with extra songs that were never released. I'm republishing two more albums under Dronf this year. From 1999-2001, I released music as Dao that will be compiled into one album. I'll also re-release my second Gabino album "Devotees" from 2009.

Dronf was started in 2011 as an anonymous exploration and self-education of synthesis by only making music with my ever-growing analog modular synth. I've since learned much about sound and surprisingly, about composing, such as the need for a demo. The ephemeral nature of the modular means that in addition to a plan, too much time is spent patching, tweaking, recording and un-patching over and over for all the numerous layers of a song. Over the past few years I've come full circle and now make music with whatever I can. Since there is more of a connection to my previous music and for other personal reasons, it is time to complete my discography. I'm grateful for all my fans. Thanks for listening!

June 2019


released January 1, 2007


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Dronf New York, New York

Dreamy, shoegazey, glitchy modular synth music and vocals.

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Track Name: Witness
One word and they'll hang you
You're never going to get away
They'll never let you get away

To crimes unknown
When I'm all alone
Forgive me
Track Name: Fiction
Buy a coffee and fuel my addictions
Because heaven knows there could be worse afflictions
Play elaborate games with my one good eye
As I watch the sidewalk cracks go by

It's time to change
We're not fiction
We're humans after all is said and done
But maybe one day we'll all be dead
But this song will still be playing in your head

Theories say we're made of strings or rubber bands
Is it too much to ask for something grand?
Under every manhole and every skirt
Lay secrets no one should know
Because it'd only hurt!
Track Name: Party with the Police
Fill the forms and take your bows
They'll show you how to please a crowd
Put out your smokes before we choke
And please don't move or think to dance

Let's all party with the police
Like it's 1984
And even though you love this beat
Don't you think of moving those feet
Track Name: Idiots
And we'll always know
That they'll pursue us to the end
And we'll always be
One step ahead of the rest

We're idiots if we don't savor this
One last chance
To strike a match and light up the world
In our blaze

Softest voice
Sweetest smile
Wicked eyes that pierce all lies
Sultry lines of some grand design
Track Name: Fantastic
This life is fantastic
If you can find time to live it
Peace, love, merriment
Can be yours if you can own it

But my head is full of all these f***ing holes
That laziness won't let me fill in
You think I've lost my mind
Well, f*** you!
Track Name: American Boy
And it should have never been this way
But I didn't know what to say
If I told you that I love you
Would you merely say "It's okay"

Good ole American boy
Can't wait to be a whore
Good ole American boy
Thinks of blood, guts and gore

You saved your damsel in distress
But she really wasn't too impressed
If I told you that I love you
Would you merely say "It's okay"
Track Name: Chaos
If you touch a little person
You'll feel the weight
Down on the street
Track Name: Talking to Myself
Talking to myself
And don't know that I am

Fumbling in the dark
Willingly on my part
I think that I've been here before
But forgetting that it's always the same
Track Name: Black Blood
I blame others for
My lack of symmetry
In hatred and sympathy
Toward those who really need it

And I don't feel all that much though I say...

I feel like burned out, bombed out homes
I feel like dusted, unknown bones
Track Name: Ego
Feed on what they give you
Now your thoughts belong to few
And I am involved
But I'm not invulnerable
So sh*t on and piss on what they serve you
Because we will create beauty, too!