Sonic Live 2202

Improvisation Captured in this Sonic Blues Wind City Track. Lotta of feeling in these Guitar tracks,

Windy City Blue

Wind City Blue

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Sonic Bass

Sonic Guitars

Sonic sounds from layering multiple guitar tracks. 

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Sonic Levels

Sonic Leads

Hell Awaits

At Dawn They Sleep

No Room For Weakness

Lyrics:
i've been down deep in a rut
and only got this taste of blood
i've sized you up and think that you'll win
but all i want is one good hit
find me dead face down in a ditch
and i resurrect into the next host i fit
and i got trauma; resides in my mind
take a look inside and you won't like what you find

and i don't think you seen what you did to me
but now i think i've seen where i'd like to be
and if you'd really like, i could play real sweet
and if i'm a good boy, could i have a treat?

how many signs will you ignore,
when they tell you that this means war?
sand-filled heads protect the weak
re-evaluate all your needs

you ask why's that i don't speak
when all you needs is me'n my greens
and your least favorite thing bout me is someone elses favorite thing bout me
and i don't think you talk too sweet, no
i don't think you care for me more than i cared for you 
so see you on the other side the street, hoe

-

Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Visual Album

Taste of Blood

"999"

nu metal love letter mix with some nickleback for some dad butt rock

Yeah, Yeah

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: Sleepy Hollow by Washington Irving
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
They say he rides again…

Lanterns shake like guilty eyes,
Every lie rides tonight.
⸻

[Verse 1 ]
I rode out
chasing reason’s light,
Through fields that whispered
“don’t look right.”
A schoolhouse mind, a skeptic tongue,
Where gospel ghosts still kept me young.
The bridge ahead,
the woods behind,
Each branch a question in my mind.
I mocked their myths
with teacher’s pride—
But laughter dies when logic rides.
⸻

Faith can’t save the man who thinks—
Belief bites harder than it blinks.

[Chorus]
Head count,
how many fears tonight?
One horse, 
no face,
no light.
You can outrun truth till your lantern dies,
But the headless ride never lies.
Count your doubts,
they’re all you own—
Every myth demands its throne.
Head count,
one more ghost to prove,
Lose your mind
to the move.
⸻

[Verse 2]
The bridge was there,
then gone in smoke,
The sky split open,
something spoke.
Faithless man,
you fed their lore,
Now ride, professor... 
think no more.
Pumpkin grin and saber flash,
Hooves like thunder, teeth like ash.
I prayed to math, I prayed to chance—
Both refused the dance.
⸻

[Bridge]
Head down,
don’t look back,
The horseman rides the scholar’s track.
Truth is fear
you can’t subtract—
Head down, don’t look back.

Logic bled, belief attacked—
He took my mind and gave it back.
⸻

[Final Chorus]
Head count,
no one left to find,
They say I lost more than my mind.
Now every story keeps me fed,
A candle where my head once bled.
Count your fears before they speak—
The rational die this superstitious week.
Head count,
my lesson’s taught,
The truth was just what fear had bought.

[Prog/Metal] Head Count (7/4)

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1919 Eternal

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Relentless

The Ghoul

The Art of Partying

Sadistic Magician

Coal Chamber - Loco

Alot of live gigs in this guy. Check it out. Improvising is what I like to capture. Your speakers will be happy!!!

No Room For Weakness

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