Rock 3

My friend and I jamming in 1980 with a mic up to each of our amps into a tape deck.
Greg Michalski - Right Guitarist
Ron Snyder - Left Guitarist

DIRECT TO POINT (Michalski & Snyder - 1980 JAM)

https://open.spotify.com/album/4wajQ116w3etqsD5tebrkT
Vocals : Oleksii
Drums : Giovanni Maucieri
Guitars : Luca Travaglione
Mastering: Ben Mas

ENSAUVAGEMENT (vocal)

“Волной (As the Wave)” is about how easy it is to lose yourself in someone -
when their presence feels like a tide pulling you under.

It’s not about love in a bright way, but about that quiet, consuming connection
where you fade, willingly, until you can’t tell where you end and they begin.

It’s the moment when you stop resisting -
when you move through someone like a wave,
leaving a trace, but never staying.

Волной

Early drop for the real ones.

This track is our Halloween gift to everyone who still craves the raw violence of early 2000s nu metal and underground horror rap. 

Imagine Slipknot’s “Iowa” era colliding with SCUM’s signature horrorcore delivery — aggressive, unfiltered and designed to ignite mosh pits.

Official release drops Oct 31 on Spotify / Apple / everywhere. 
But SoundCloud gets it first. 🔪🩸

Bodybag

This song comes from a place of heartbreak, not hate. It’s me speaking as someone who still loves this country deeply, even with all the damage that’s been done. My grandfather was actually a big fan of Trump back in the day—long before he ever ran for office. I remember him watching that old Oprah interview where Trump said he might run someday, and my granddad said he thought he’d make a good President. If he were alive now, I know he’d be heartbroken and appalled to see what Trump has done to our country—to our people, our values, our sense of decency. This song is like a letter I wish I could read to him, and maybe to America itself. It’s slow, dark, and honest—part protest, part mourning. It’s about loving your country enough to call out the ones destroying it, even when it hurts to say the words: I never knew you.


LYRICS: 

[Intro]
This isn’t hate.
This is heartbreak.
The kind that burns slow.
The kind that makes you write a letter you’ll never send. 

[Verse 1]
I'm still glad to be an American
Even with the mess we're in
But I'm writing you to say you suck
'Cause you're just a nasty fuck 

[Verse 2]
It don't matter what your policy is
You're tearing down what we've always been
If I could see my granddaddy now
I wonder what he'd say to him 

[Pre-Chorus]
I can hear him now—
Voice cracking through the years—
Saying the words I never wanted to believe. 

[Chorus]
“I never knew you
I'm ashamed to have ever shook your hand”
You can't claim to be a patriot
While you're burnin' down this sacred land
This hateful letter's to you
I'm just speakin' the truth
I'm just speakin' the truth
We never knew you 

[Verse 3]
I don't care how much you paid in taxes
It ain't about what you owe
What you're takin' from us
Is worth a whole hell of a lot more 

[Verse 4]
And now you got folks hatin' on each other
We're more divided than we've ever been
It's time to pack up and go back to Mar-a-Lago
Or maybe we can build a wall around it 

[Final Chorus] 

I can hear 'em now,
“I never knew you
I'm ashamed to have ever shook your hand”
You can't claim to be a patriot
While you're burnin' down this sacred land
This hateful letter's to you
I'm just speakin' the truth
I'm just speakin' the truth
We never knew you 

Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh 

[Outro]
Maybe someday…
We’ll find our way back home.
But not like this.
Not like this. 

Not like this.

Letter to President Trump

Blekstar

We all chase dragons in our lives: enemies, fears, things we think we must fight. But sometimes the dragon is not the real evil. Sometimes the thing we battle is inside ourselves. This song is also a tribute to my first band, Black Acid, with whom I wrote it back in 1989. 🐉⚔️

The Dragonslayer

Morbid Immortality, eternal begging to be free

Native Sense

Morbid immortality

Morbid Immortality - Native Sense EP Track 3

Native sense

Tribal Warfare

Tribal Warfare - Native Sense EP Track 1

Cinnamon rising
Windows fog
Oven humming low
like it's half on the job

Flour on the counter
flour in her hair
He brushes it off
like he meant to be there

Butter sizzles
Pan clicks shut
Radio crackles
through static and cut

She taps the spoon twice
tastes what's left on her lip
He sneaks a bite
before the sugar can drip

Rolling pin stutters
Table creaks
Dough keeps sticking
every few streaks

She presses harder
he steadies the board
No big talk,
nothing forced

Orange peel. Ginger
Sharp, then sweet
Steam curls around
their legs and feet

He burns his thumb
she blows on his hand
Sting goes quiet
No plan

Cut-out stars
with crooked sides
Trees leaning over
like they're tired

A gingerbread loses a leg
she laughs at the fall
He eats the piece
like that was the goal

The oven breathes heat
Slow. Thick
Cookies lift at the edges
getting glossy, quick

Sugar turns amber
The room turns warm
Spice in the air
like a quiet storm

They frost too soon
The icing runs
She tries to fix it
he says it's done

Ghost-shaped snowflake
Crooked hat man
They let the mess be
just what it can

The cat jumps up
nose to the tray
Sniffs a star cookie
knocks it away

It lands on the floor
icing smudged thin
She curls around it
purring like it's her kin

Cooling racks ticking
Kettle starts to sing
Steam climbs slowly
fogging everything

No need for words
The room already knows
They share the first cookie
before it cools

Cinnamon Rising (feat. cat cameo)

Bluesy Spaghetti Western with a 70's Prog-ish chorus.

The Illicit Frequencies EP

War By Candlelight

Move On (Metalcore)

 This track is a raw, introspective dive into the weight of unspoken emotions. Driven by a restless pulse and atmospheric alt-rock textures, it captures the quiet pressure of trying to hold yourself together when everything feels heavy. The lyrics walk through empty streets, ticking clocks, and the echo of thoughts better left unsaid—building a haunting sense of isolation that feels universal. With a chorus that hits like a confession whispered into the void, the song blends vulnerability and grit, making it perfect for fans of moody, cinematic, emotionally charged rock.

Left unsaid

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, and production
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio
Atomix LA: mastering

LYRICS
Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A newborn King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum.
So to honour Him, pa rum pum pum pum
When we come.

Little baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That’s fit to give a King, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum.
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum?

Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum.
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum,
Me and my drum
Me and my drum
Me and my drum
Me and my drum

LITTLE DRUMMER BOY

“Look Me in the Eye” is a heavy, emotionally charged metal rocker that fuses raw vulnerability with relentless intensity. The verses plunge into shadows and chaos, where love feels like both a battle and a bond, weaving imagery of fire, ice, chains, and storms. The chorus erupts with confession and defiance, admitting a need that feels impossible to deny, while the bridge offers a fragile truth beneath the fury—a moment of care hidden in the silence. With its blend of anguish and passion, the track becomes a symphony of tangled hearts, stormy love, and unbreakable connection. It’s a song that thrashes with power yet bleeds with sincerity, perfect for anyone who’s ever felt the destructive beauty of love they can’t walk away from.

Look me in the Eye

Pandora's Box.mp3

I'm Paranoid

No Good

Born on a Train

Fat Rambo (alternative mix)

I'm a Freelance Music Producer who is also into Holistic Healing through music and sound

Rock 3

Alvaro Castrillon Music