re-ex rock

Pale Ontology

Walls

This was supposed to drop before Christmas, then I got Covid!

Worldwide Suicide

Difunta Correa

BlackFin

Original Mix: https://on.soundcloud.com/cyGJNT82qRdjiNAT7

The Art of Letting Go (BHM Remix)

Children of the Last Man - Back into the Darkness

Sophie and I stripped it all down – raw chords, bare emotions. “Inner Turmoil (Unplugged)” is now on YouTube.
🎧 Watch here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CZiIbRNTj8

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Long Road Motel is a sonic journey down dusty highways, past forgotten motels and haunted memories. A dark rock/grunge track soaked in nostalgia and unease. Gritty guitars, ghostly melodies, and a voice that drifts like a summer wind—restless and heavy.
Perfect for those who aren't chasing beaches this summer, but chasing meaning—or just trying to outrun something inside.
🎸 Turn up the radio. Leave everything behind. Welcome to the Long Road Motel.

Produced by EileenNoise
Singer and guitar Sophie 


You can hear other works with her here;)
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/grunge-vocals-by-sophie

Lyrics
[Verse]
Dusty road it stretches wide
Empty dreams hitching a ride
Neon flickers in the haze
Old motel where ghosts still stay

[Chorus]
Long road motel
Where the lost hearts dwell

[Verse 2]
Creaky floorboards sing their tune
Peeling walls hide past’s perfume
Faded faces in the frames
Time forgot their worn-out names

[Chorus]
Long road motel
Where the lost hearts dwell

[Bridge]
Broken signs they point to nowhere
Echoes hum in the heavy air
Every room a silent story
Worn-out beds and fleeting glory

[Verse 3]
Highway hums its lonely hymn
Night creeps in the lights grow dim
Shadows dance in amber glow
Secrets whispered no one knows

Long road motel

INVISIBLE

Originally I had written this more than a year ago under the heavy influence of Sonic Youth and Thurston Moore memoirs in particular (around the same time as "Forgotten Boy" which was also driven by the same matters). I tried to record it back then though the result wasn't quite satisfying, so until now it existed only as an Instagram reel where I was playing it live.

It could have remained like this if I hadn't realized that this tune might fit in perfectly with my new Da Tape De H project. So here it is, wide dynamics and fierce high-gain strumming properly produced and put on tape with Tascam 424 MKIII portastudio.

Abu Dhabi
7/21/2025

Sonic Wave

"NeurosYs" is NASP's 4th single of 2025
Next weekend it will be available on all streaming platforms, stay tuned.
All your support and feedback is highly appreciated.
Thank you all SO much in advance for listening.

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NeurosYs

Lyrics:
(Wash nine Wash miles)
(Wash up on the riverbank)
(Hinges)

It washed up on the riverbank last night
A frail bodied, weean donny
Back scared on the shoulder blades
He couldn't speak a word of our tongue
So we took him in, gave him clothes
He hid whenever he saw the sun

The town called him a devil
A beast born in the words
They said he killed the first borns
With the famine a decade back
He used to have wings
And answered only to Samael

He seemed only nine years old
His face cracked like an abby arch
The fog cast a concrete spell
I new kind of transparent saint, he sat
With the face of a messianic, martyred star

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

But then he stood up, skin half dripping off
His frail body broke the rope
And dropped down from the bonfire
He crawled from the sun, the villagers fled
Half way through the woods
We found him with stubs on his back

He looked to the sky,
He aged a thousand years

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

His face contorted, he screamed out in pain
The nubs grew, the blood spewed
He raised in the air, the nubs grew feathers
His feet left the floor and he burst into ashes

Nine miles, the gates blew off their hinges
Nine miles, one hundred years so solemn

ANTI MERIDIAN

SINK INTO THE EMPTY

For all the fallen soldiers and standing veterans. 

Solo by HAZPAIN/Rakeem Naylor

 Now at #36 in the Pop / Rock Top 40 chart on Re-Ex

Dreams Of Fallen Heros

Alvi L - All days (R&B Chill Mix) Pre-Release

The Jumper

Cynic Picnic

Verse:
I don’t have a band
Catch another fall
I don’t have a band 
Catch another fall

Oh well thought up
Got over it
Catch another fall

Oh well thought up
Got over it
Ohhhhh
Ohhhhh

I don’t have a band
See you in a hole

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