"Industrial dance"

Thanks, cmonkey, I want to investigate this style further. Any suggestions?

VNV Nation, maybe? If you google for Metropolis Records, their bands have mp3 samples you can listen to, and there are a lot of similar artists on that label.

This is totally my thing....
Covenant is EBM... electronic body music. It's a subset of industrial. It could also be called futurepop which is a more synthy trancey subset of EBM.

Other things I would recommend:
VNV Nation, as cmonkey suggested (my favorite band, completely mindblowing live)
De/Vision
Seabound
Wolfsheim
Beborn Beton
Assemblage 23
Apoptygma Berzerk

Also some stuff by Front 242 (Headhunter and Masterhit come to mind), Stromkern and Deine Lakaien may do it, too)

My roommate and I DJ an EBM/goth/industrial night once in a while... here's some of our back playlists, not sure if it helps.
here, here, and here

/me disinvites mischief from his next rave

stoli: wha'd I do?????

Thanks to cmonkey and kellydamnit for turning me on to a new style of music. My usual stuff was getting a bit old.

... and stoli, I mean really, wha'd I do??????

heheh

After perusing that wikipedia entry, I have long been a fan of Throbbing Gristle, Einsturzende Neubauten, and especially Kraftwerk. However, I would not have grouped this Covenant track in with them. ... and Cs-137??? No way! (OK, maybe I should listen to that CD again.)

I think I have found a new obsession.

It's not exactly the same, just like Elvis and, say, Guns N Roses were not exactly the same, but they are both rock music.

Evolution of the format, so on and so forth.
Plus, the technology has advanced a great deal in the last decade or so. What, say, my roommate can do with his computer and synth at home, is more than a studio could have accomplished twenty years ago.

Just like how when I was a teenager most goths wore pointy toed boots and velvet to the club, and now most goths wear huge platform boots and PVC (which, to be honest, I like a heck of a lot more).

Also, a couple more bands for you that I forgot to include...
Project Pitchfork
Funker Vogt
Combichrist
Panzer AG
C-Tek

Now that my hangover's gone, more vaguely related recomendations:

Dismantled
Here
Stromkern
cut.rate.box
X Marks the Pedwalk
Decoded Feedback
Haujobb

I'm firing up the synth right this moment. I'll see how close I can parrot "Stalker" and if I'm pleased with the result, I'll post it here and you all can rip it to shreds.

Covenant's webpage has a great live version of Stalker on it, too.
Under media, then music, then the album Synergy.
They have at least one or two songs from every album on there, actually, as well as live clips and videos.

But it is flash and will take over the computer in IE. (just opens a new window in firefox.)

Eh. EBM and industrial dance these days has been little more than old, recycled techno/EDM/IDM - just angrier. No offense, but when I listen to current, non-ironic and non-retro EBM/industrial all I can hear is synth lines and production techniques that acid techno freaks did 5-10 years ago.

I say this with love, as a card-carrying member of the now-defunct and world-famous Kontrol Faktory in LA, or Sin-o-Matic or related industrial music and fetish clubs. I say this with love, as someone who has met Genesis P. Orridge, dated a member of Skinny Puppy and *cough* briefly met Reznor.

I have a friend that was in a handful of fairly well known industrial/EBM/dance bands as a keyboardist/sequencer/writer. What's he writing these days? Psychedelic trance. We laugh about it, sometimes. (And it's 'good' psytrance. Nice and dark and complex and scary-drippy. But, eh, playing catch up.)

A long time ago techno and EBM/industrial dance used to be pretty much the same thing, nearly indistinguishable. One audience favored black leather and the other favored stripy shirts, floppy hats and drag queens. Both did lots of drugs.

Somewhere between there and here the EBM/industrial kids got bogged down in attempting to be more angry or depressed or more hardcore than the next EBM/industrial kid. The music reflects this, even going so far as to eschew the properly gleeful, anarchistic, post-modern, urban, and experimental worldview that industrial music as a (whatever) movement once held. The music practically became fascist in nature. The drugs of choice shifted away from various synthetic and natural psychedelics and more heavily towards stimulants, amphetamines, and even synthetic/refined opiates. And somewhere before just before this I discovered I wasn't personally comfortable wallowing in anger and actively seeking out misery and anger.

Somewhere between here and there the acid house/techno (and later) rave kids got bogged down in attempting to be more and more flipped out, zany, loving, friendly than the next kid. The music reflected this. Euro-pop, melodic trance, progressive house and other polished, pop-friendly bastardizations of acid house flooded the globe. Many older techno fans burnt out on this constant, sacchrine diet of "Peace, Love, Unity and Respect" or PLUR - knowing that movements that live and die by codified, dogmatic mantras are soon to begin eating their young and drinking the special Kool-Aid. Or, at least, wearing ridiculous amounts of brightly colored plastic costume jewelry, glow in the dark LED pacifiers and ridiculously large pants. And somewhere around this time I also wasn't comfortable with putting on a happy face all the time, becoming vastly disillusioned with the E-tard puddling furry pants wearing drinkers of Kool-Aid. "Yeah, that's nice. I'm happy that you're happy. If you blow Vic's Vapo-Rub at me one more time, ask me to "feel the love" or ask me for the fifty billionth time if I'm rolling, I'm going to forcefeed you your own pelvis, you dig?"

Somewhere in between these two extremes in the underground dance and experimental electronic music scenes are the (small) droves of people that would be just as happy sitting at home or in a shitty bar listening to Throbbing Gristle or Coil as they would be rolling their asses straight into self-inflicted MDMA induced Parkinson's in front of a speaker stack, or somewhere in between, say, listening to the urban and post-urban melodic-machine music of Jeff Mills or Derrick May - or similar compatriots in the synth and bassline.

Err. I don't have a point, just observing, I guess. I'm just drinking and getting ready to go out to DJ some techno/acid/tribal with a Funk DJ, Funk with a capital P, and maybe an F. He just doesn't know it yet. In fact, he probably doesn't even realize that the particular brand of funk I'm bringing exists, but it'll be good. He'll like it, and people will dance.