Very nice vocals: well written, sits well in the mix, great message!

yeah ! nice one ! nice vocals ! nice metal !

Chills. Literal chills.  This hit me right in the heart

Wow! I'm running out of words for you guys. I think my connection with your tracks are they have a distinct sound that could have come from when I was in my early 20's. I'm 62 now. Shhh, that's between us. The energy is your voice truly amazes me. Soft and subtle when the music needs that, but when you open up....Holy F*£k! I bet your sound engineer just shakes his head and turns up the amps to keep up with you.

Great sound, well put together piece...👊🤘

Nice ... I usually shy from "Metal" (too often growls, too often senseless shredding) ... but this is nice, really nice!

Re-ex Discovered 2

SONS OF THE SUN

RESONANCE 2021

Written and performed recorded and produced by Resonance
Composed on a riff played by Jacob

SONS OF THE SUN

Please pardon the sound Quality, This is a BOOTLEG Mix. The Content Quality makes up for it! ENJOY! 
This Track is different from all the rest. It was done with all Top Notch Musicians. Meaning:  That there is NO Sound or Instrument that wasn't played live by a human! It would not have been possible without you all! Thank you! 
Bryan Scott (Writer) Vocals 
NygilRene, Bass
Jeremy Lawson,  Rhythm/Lead Guitars 
James Maddux, Drums
John Markle, Lead/Rythm Guitars. 
I hope you enjoy!
God Bless you all!! 🙏✝️

Yesterday's Love

Snake's Valley

They said: "Do something useful"
But here I am
with a riff in my head
and ink on my hands
No empire
Just melody
No profit.
Just... silly poetry

I made a list of things to do
Then danced around it barefoot
Built a castle out of emails
Let the inbox burn for good

Tried to solve the meaning of
A sigh, a glance, a rhyme
But all I found was stardust
In the pockets of my time

So I sang instead of planning
Laughed instead of proof
Held a note too long and let it
Run away with truth
If life's a test, I missed it
If it's a climb, I mimed
What a glorious waste of time!
What a glorious waste of time!

I mapped my fears in fractals
Tried to quantify delight
Filed my heartbreaks alphabetically
But love refused to write

I traced my flaws in mirror fog
Then waved as they dissolved
Turns out you don't fix everything
some things you just evolve

So I danced instead of doubting
Slept in past my prime
Broke a rule by being kind
And called it paradigm
If joy's an act of treason
Then charge me with the crime
What a glorious waste of time!
What a glorious waste of time!

I tuned the world in minor thirds
Composed in coffee stains
Wrote symphonies on napkins
And cried on midnight trains

They built machines to conquer time
I gave mine to a song
And found a kind of forever
In what didn't last too long

We lived like flawed equations
But hummed in perfect rhyme
Built cathedrals out of chaos
And stained glass out of slime
We made it to the ending
with nothing left to prove
but everything to claim
What a glorious waste of time!
What a glorious waste of time!

Glorious Waste of Time

Electrons Edge

Ladies and gentlemen
please fasten your seatbelts
We're about to experience turbulence
in the art of regret

I'm sorry if you noticed
I'm sorry you were hurt
I'm sorry that you feel this way
And now you're throwing dirt
I'd love to care about your wounds
But I'm busy dodging blame
So let's both agree-your pain's not clear
And I'll just look away

Did I do something? (Yes!)
Did I say something? (You did!)
Well, I'd like to apologize...
For the way you feel

I'll blame the weather, blame the moon
Say, "Oops, my bad!" then leave the room
If I must, I'll sigh, look wise
Blame the system, blame my fate
Or, "Sorry I'm late to the sorry parade!"
Take a bow and improvise
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry that you're angry
That I danced upon your toes
But, hey, I lost my own last week
That's just how karma goes
My PR says to say some words
About the lessons that I've learned
So here's my statement:
"If I caused some pain-I hope the earth still turned"

I regret that you regret
But not the thing you're regretting
I apologize for your confusion
And your unexpected bloodletting
If you're searching for sincerity
It's in my other coat
Or somewhere deep inside a memo
That my lawyer wrote

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I push too far? (Too far!)
Well, I'm ready to say sorry...
For your delicate heart

I'll blame tradition, blame the crowd
Say, "Sorry you're so sensitive now!"
Make it vague and weaponize
Blame the coffee, blame my youth
Blame gravity, blame the absolute truth
Don't expect me to empathize
That's just how I apologize

I'm sorry for my past mistakes
And future ones to come
For all the things I almost did
And everything I've done
Forgive me, or forget me
But don't forget my brand
And if this feels authentic
That was never what I planned

Did I cross a line? (You did!)
Did I make things worse? (You did!)
Here's my vague apology...
If that's what you require

I'll blame my grandma, blame the sun
Blame autocorrect-then run, run, run
If I blush, I'll stylize
Blame nostalgia, blame my shoes
Sorry you're allergic to the words I use!
Modern times, modern lies
That's just how I apologize

If you're waiting for an answer
Or the world to make it right
You'll find me on a talk show
Saying,
"Sorry, not tonight"

Sorry

   Smooth and Chill breakbeat to ease you into the night...

GOOD EVENING.wav

🎸 DEAD AIR — the NEW punk-rock nuclear detonation from Zakk Riffle x My Killbox.

An adrenaline-soaked, anti-authoritarian scream into the void of modern-day surveillance, silence, and state-sponsored coverups. This is not for the soft-spoken. This is the soundtrack of the ungovernable.

Built for rebels. Engineered by outlaws. Mixed to break the feed.

👁️‍🗨️ EPSTEIN DIDN’T KILL HIMSELF
Let’s be brutally honest: If you’re still clinging to the fairy tale, you’re the problem.
A billionaire child trafficker with decades of blackmail material, protected by elites, politicians, and the alphabet boys — just happened to off himself in a federal prison during a high-profile investigation… with no guards watching… cameras malfunctioning… cellmate removed… autopsy contradicting the official story… and no client list ever released?

Nah. Miss us with that.

“DEAD AIR” is not just a song — it’s feedback from the wiretap, buzz from the bug in your wall, the static you hear when truth gets jammed.
It’s what happens when you know too much, and still don’t shut up.

streaming everywhere: https://hypeddit.com/zakkrifflemykill...

🎤 CREDITS:

Vocals/Guitar/Engineer: Zakk Riffle
Drums/Destruction: My Killbox
Produced in secrecy. Mixed for war. Mastered for fallout.
Genre: Punk Rock / Alternative / Anti-Establishment Rock / Fuck-The-System Music

DEAD AIR

Submission for Weekly Note Composing Jam #28 hosted by emscottish for Itch.IO August 2025, the text prompt for the jam was simply "The Desert"

The first track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album

It's titled Part II but only about 5% is from before, to stay within the Jam's rules.

but if you -must- know, Part I is Release CCVI (#206) from December 2023 on DoDeka album twenty albums ago.
https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/stutterin-bob-dropped-the-rocket-launcher

https://soundcloud.com/doug-stoothoff/sets/duodeka

Stutterin' Bob Dropped The Rocket Launcher Pt. II

The Endless
Groove Score

Sci-Fi influenced.

The Endless

Prima Donna

You were chasing fame from an early age
From the very first moment you stepped onto the stage
Child prodigy ego to match
But you’re treating people with contempt 

Can’t do that
Can’t do that

You made enemies not caring how they feel
Sacrificed agents when you got a better deal
Hired and fired backing groups just on a whim
You’re skating on thin ice 
Be prepared to fall in

Hope you can swim
Or else you’re going to drown
 
Earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

Yeah you sure have
Acting like a diva’s only going to end up in flames 

You became a victim of your own success
Took liberties drugs and drank to excess
Slowly lost touch with reality
Your daddy would have turned in his grave 
If he could see
Definitely

You’ve earnt yourself the reputation of a prima donna
Expecting everybody to bow down in your honour
You’ve become too hot to handle
Burning both ends of the candle 

The knives are out 
And I think you’re gonna find that it’s a shame

Not sure right now where you go from here
Noticed in your eyes an element of fear
You’re looking very nervous are you going to crack
Too late now for you to try to retract 

Watch your back
You became too hot to handle
You’ve burnt both ends of the candle
Acting like a diva has finally sparked off those flames
That’s what comes from chasing fame
Only yourself to blame

Lyrics by Bobby Lincoln

Prima Donna

I Won't Forget You

Ascension v1.2

Beast ( Bees Knees )

THE BUNKER

In Memory of Chuck Pfrang

Ron Snyder - Vocals; Lead Guitar; Riff Guitar; Slow Rhythm Guitar; Drum Arranger; Producer  
Joe Storino - Vocals; Fretless Bass Guitar
Joe DeBrizzio - Fast Rhythm Guitar (right side)

You Did It Right (Chuck) - Snyder/Storino/DeBrizzio

🎤 Jim Helsel – Bio (2025)
Producer. Songwriter. Artist. Drummer.

I’ve been writing, recording, and mixing my own music since I was a kid with sticks in my hands and fire in my chest. My debut album, Lucidly Surreal, dropped in January—and since then, I’ve been chasing the edge of every sound I create.

Now I’m deep into my second album, AfterShock, six tracks mastered and building momentum. Singles like Love Lost have set the tone, and my newest release, Daniel’s Delusion, brings cinematic rock energy with full band and drumline power—intense, atmospheric, and impossible to ignore.

My music isn’t background noise. It’s emotional expression—layered guitars, dark textures, tight arrangements, and raw energy. Tracks like Runner and Daniel’s Delusion pull from personal struggle, restless energy, and the stories that shape life in Christchurch, Aotearoa New Zealand, but they reach a global audience.

I don’t write songs for algorithms—I write for connection.
If you feel it, it’s yours too.

Expect the unexpected. And turn it up.

Glorious Waste of Time

Axioms of Mediocrity

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