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Rust Riffs is the soul’s first outcry from Ondelic — a deep dive into contemporary blues where heavy riffs and driving beats meet raw street-born emotion. This is blues with electric tension: gritty, modern, and unapologetic.

Through distorted guitar lines and slow-burning grooves, the album bridges the sorrow of Delta tradition with the urgency of the present day. Each track bears the weight of rust, yet shines with the fire of someone still burning inside.

This isn’t revival. It’s reinvention. With Rust Riffs, Ondelic delivers a blues charged with raw power — for those who face the storm with eyes open and a guitar in hand.

Slow Burn

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Get ready to shuffle those bones and sway with the shadows! Death & The Party Plague invite you to embrace the inevitable with our latest single, "Do the Reaper's Creep." This track is your official invitation to the afterlife's hottest dance floor, where the moon is bright, the graveyards are jumpin', and the only rule is to keep on creepin'!
Featuring a groovy, ghoulish beat, spine-chilling vocals from the Reaper himself, and a chorus of backing ghouls, "Do the Reaper's Creep" is the perfect anthem for anyone ready to dance with destiny. Whether you're six feet deep or just getting started, this song will have you doing the skeleton sweep in no time.
"Ladies and gentlemen… don’t fear the reaper—just dance with him. Follow my scythe, and let’s keep this party alive… or at least, undead!"
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The Reaper’s Creep

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A Fenske and Sons Song about a man struggling to find the words to a song. 

Suno Ai - Musical Composition, Music and Vocals

Thank You Meta Ai for initial Cover Art. 

Thank Snapseed for editing tools. 

Final Cover Art by Nick Fenske

Can't Seem To Find The Words

Fragile Gravity

Carve Me Up

Tablet VI:III — “Regnum Fragilis” A diadem of clarity and pain rests upon mortal thought. Knowledge pierces peace; vision consumes sleep. Those who wear it see eternity and weep.

Glass Crown

Lyrics:

Pedal down...the highway screams,
Chrome reflections, gasoline dreams.
Thunder rolling underneath my seat,
Heartbeat racing with the engine’s beat.
Leather jacket flapping in the night,
Every red light dares me to fight.
Steel-toe boots, and a rebel’s grin,
Kicking up dust where the night begins.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Blacktop’s humming, wheels won’t lie,
Dust cloud’s rising, kiss the sky.
Headlights cut through the midnight haze,
Chasing glory in a rockabilly craze.
Neon diners and a broken sign,
Every mile marker’s saying’ “you’re mine.”
Cigarette smoke, and a jukebox tune,
Dancing’ with danger ‘neath a blood-red moon.

Speeding hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasing sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning’ fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Tailpipe roaring, moonlight glow,
Burning’ rubber where the outlaws go.
Every curve’s a promise, sharp and mean,
Engine crying like a wild machine.
One more race till the break of dawn,
I’ll ride this devil till the brakes are gone.
Sirens wail but they fade behind,
Freedom’s mine on this razor line.

Speeding’ hearts, can’t slow down,
Chasin’ sparks through every town.

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

Roll, roll, baby, let’s tear it wide,
Shift that gear and take the ride.
Hot rods, leather, and a rebel grin,
Hit that throttle, let the madness spin!
Pedal to the devil, no turning back,
Hells on wheels and riding’ this track.
Burning fast where the wild ones play,
I’ll live forever in the break of day!

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