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The feel of improvised guitar playing from the heart. Take a ride with my first song as your speakers will be happy.

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01 Blues ####3332

The Sonic Song

The Sonics Song

01 Sonic Rhythm

Sonic Rhythms

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

Windy City Blue

Wind City Blue

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

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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

Lyrics:

Woke up to the sound of my mind on fire,
Chasin’ down thoughts like a worn-out tire.
Mirror smirks, says, “You again?”
Can’t tell where I stop and the noise begins.
Coffee’s cold and the dawn feels mean,
Same damn ghosts on the same old screen.
I pace that floor till the walls start to bend,
Tryin’ to find peace where the road won’t end.

There’s a fire in my skull, and it lights my way,
Through the long dark nights and the twisted days.
Yeah, I’m torn and tired, but I still stand tall,
With a rattle in my head and a soul that won’t stall.
If I fall again, I’ll rise somehow,
Can’t stop the noise, it’s my anthem now.

Clock hands twitch and the shadows creep,
Dreams run wild when I’m half asleep.
The ceiling hums with a whispering tone,
Feels like the world won’t leave me alone.
I tried my faith, I tried my pride,
Both ran off and never replied.
Now it’s me and the hum in this worn-out skin,
Just ridin’ the storm that’s brewin’ within.

There’s a fire in my skull, and it lights my way,
Through the long dark nights and the twisted days.
Yeah, I’m torn and tired, but I still stand tall,
With a rattle in my head and a soul that won’t stall.
If I fall again, I’ll rise somehow,
Can’t stop the noise, it’s my anthem now.

Now I walk that wire with a crooked grin,
Learned to live loud in my own damn skin.
The world points fingers, calls me strange,
But sanity’s just another kind of cage.
I learned to love what I can’t control,
Turned my pain into rock and roll.
Storms still come, but I let ’em blow,
Ain’t fightin’ the madness, I let it flow.

Yeah, I dance with the edge, I shake its hand,
Crazy don’t scare me, I understand.
If freedom’s madness, then call me wild,
Still smilin’ hard like a devil’s child.

There’s a fire in my skull, but it lights my way,
Through the long dark nights and the twisted days.
Yeah, I’m torn and tired, but I still stand tall,
With a rattle in my head and a soul that won’t stall.
If I fall again, I’ll rise somehow,
Can’t stop the noise, it’s my anthem now.
Yeah, I’m the storm they said would fall,
But I’m still here, I outlasted it all.

There’s a fire in my skull, but it lights my way,
Through the long dark nights and the twisted days.
Yeah, I’m torn and tired, but I still stand tall,
With a rattle in my head and a soul that won’t stall.
If I fall again, I’ll rise somehow,
Can’t stop the noise, it’s my anthem now.
Yeah, I’m the storm they said would fall,
But I’m still here…

And I outlasted it all.

There’s a fire in my skull, but it lights my way,
Through the long dark nights and the twisted days.
Yeah, I’m torn and tired, but I still stand tall,
With a rattle in my head and a soul that won’t stall.
If I fall again, I’ll rise somehow,
Can’t stop the noise, it’s my anthem now.
Yeah, I’m the storm they said would fall,
But I’m still here…

And I outlasted it all.

Outlast

Ghost in the Attic

Lyrics:

The bright light of the spotlights
The Adrenaline in the blood
Full stadium is waiting rumbling
A noise with strength of flood

Your face is on the magazines
The shining of the fame
You will be up your neck stuck in this
You'll never be the same

Industrial 
Rape
Of the
Soul

You think that you achieved your dreams
That money mends it all
But when the light is going out
You wish you didn't have a soul 

And you won't live these sins

Hollywood is calling you
Red carpets under feet
And when the after-party comes
And you don't find the clothes of yours
You know that has been done

the deed


Industrial 
Rape
Of the
Soul

A coin here, a coin there 
Ten dollars for a pic
Hollywood was calling you
But is that what you 
Really 
need?

The lyrics are written by a human being, everything else is on AI 🙂

Grace in Exile - scenario

Metal Church

Gods of Wrath

1919 Eternal

Battering Ram

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

Steven Collins

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