Released under the moniker "Dr Kevorkian & the Suicide Machine", this album was Jordan's 2nd album. It's an album about order vs chaos; about how knowledge is power, and is used to push us all into conforming.


“Husky and thoughtful female vocals ride over a wide-ranging alternative spectrum of sound, from rock and acoustic guitars, to mellow and haunting synths. That said, this sound is distinct, with Jordan’s vocals being able to reach any scale, no matter what the music around her may be doing, making for a varied listening experience. This is what the scene needs – more bands willing to give something new a go, and [Jordan] seems to be amongst those leading the way” - Hard Wired (UK)

“may just be making the most important sound of this year. ...simply stunning. A thoroughly unique work of art from start to finish... Whether by hook or crook, you MUST own this album. RATING - 5 / 5” BBC Channel 4 (UK)

"It is hard to categorise music this original - PJ Harey springs to mind, but the style is 100% Jordan's... Her vocals are astounding".The Mix (UK)


released January 5, 2000

All songs written and performed by Jordan Reyne*
Guitars on "The Cure" and "Measurement" by Barny Dromgool. Bass on "The Cure", "Measurement", "Gotham City" and "Not Because" by Jaz Murphy. Drums on "The Cure" and "Measurement" by Rikki Gooch.



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Known recently as the Resident Evil 7 vocalist (trailer track, "Go Tell Aunt Rhody"), Jordan is described by New Zealand's National Radio as the pioneer of a new sound, Jordan's music is a blend of irish/ celtic rock, steam-era machine noise, and Grimms fairytale-eske lyrics. Imagine PJ Harvey trapped in the workhouses of Industrial Revolution era England, with only Nine Inch Nails for company. ... more

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Track Name: The Washing Machine Song
This is a story about a girl
who attempts to defy a series
of "scientific"
which to all but trained professionals seem like
something everybody knows.

The watching eyes and open mouths and open ears say:
All the worlds a stage - take a bow.

So what do we expect?
We see: someone walking forward
slowly but indefinitely towards
something incomprehensible,
not understandable,
or just harder.
maybe just harder
Track Name: Gotham City
She is the wind cooled down - all the way cold.
Blue is the blood of power. Black are the dusted bones.
and I would've fallen for her, she is dispairs cold flower.
Pulled at the strings above her - run with lust of power.

She is deaths ice charm , lonelinesses slow song.
She is the watchers eye to her own requiem:
And I would've fallen for her - she is the hangmans moon.
White is the face that draws us - black is the edge of ruin.
Track Name: The Keening Song
This song has no words.
Track Name: The Factory
Here in the steel-mill we are forming
farming the templates of facade.
Barbed and explicit, they are anchors
weighing the measure of the stars.

Spitting the sparks of ultimatum
turning the wheel like a blade
calling the ironman and his daughter
lie in the maiden that we've made.

cos they are and they are and they are

Combing hte gutters of compliance
reaping the fallout of the raized
welding the steel of redemption
walk on the ladder when you've paid

cos they are and they are and they are
Track Name: Measurement
Sunset = CMYK
high tide is the pull
of the moons gravity.
Birdsong = key: harmonic minor
outgrowth is the product
of air over water
Death is a lost competition
(and pitiful)
My hate and my love
is chemical.
Track Name: Part II
So what if I'm bored
and ordinary?
With mysteries' hands
you tear the winter
I miss the strange skies
and broken weather
In strong enough arms
the carriers are leaving
and rain will fall
with silence waiting
Track Name: Not Because
Not because you are
so weird and
not because you are
bored, but
when you said you were well
we heard you
and it's not because you are,
but you are what you are

Not because you are
so deluded
not because you are so
much more
but when we found you were well
god help you
and it's not because you are
but you are what you are
Track Name: The Sentence
Here in the coolroom -well you: you wont,
lie to the stone cold - and you: you wont,
fold with the air -and you: you wont,
walk with the dead -and you: you wont,


Lie in the bed, boy - and you: you wont,
bleed like a martyr child - and you: you wont,
sing with breeze - and you: you wont,
call to the hail light - and you: you wont,


Cold in the dim shade - you: you wont,
stretch to the sunlight - and you: you wont

Track Name: The Trend
The golden child smiles discontinued dreams
with words that flow too easily to hear.
The swimmers dive and try to catch the waves -
their laughter flows like honey coated razor blades.

And she is just some little girl who likes to pick the flowers
and show them how to make the grade
She rides the crest of manufactured waves and says that
she's become what she herself has made:

And someone used to say the tide would turn.
And when it does, be where you want to be.
The winds of change blow singing with her tears :
and pulled her out and drowned her instead of me

I am higher, I am higher.
Holier than you