So interesting track! This vocal party is unusual for this genre.

Hard. So hard riffs and awesome arps here. Atmosphere of this track is awesome!

Powerfil track! So dark and evil. I can feel it

This dark atmosphere, evil riffs and interesting lyrics I like a lot. Keep it up

noice synth sirens. also like the guitar technique at the beginning

everything from this artist is very Epic  an Brutal

The siren at the beginning of this track really sets the mood, sounds great. [via https://sc.repostexchange.com]

Cool track, lots of cool tones used, great sound design... 👊🤘✌️

Thank to Psyclon Nine I`ve found the outstanding genre of the techno music called aggrotech. I over and over listened to the first track of the P9`s first album  and I recorded it finally. This track is my thank to Nero Bellum and his project.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WzGugzDZi-4 - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

Lyrics:
Rip your god
Fuck hopless self
Anti love you hold dear
Douse yourself in evil
Thought repression of your fear

Darkness likes to toy with you
As you walk through the night
Pillage through your conscience mind
The epideral blight

Feeding my anguish
This life is born of pain
Deleted memory
This world's gone mad
Divine infekt[ion]

The Way of Pain

Divine Infekt (Cover)

I always wanted to write a song that featured a steam train of a harmonica solo in the spirit of Neil Young. The song is about living life on your terms.

© Copyright Mark Zimmerman 2021. All rights reserved

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Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

A song about the people who come and go in our  lives.  Some of them stick around for a while, some share a road with you for some time and then go away on their own path.  We cross paths with them again sometimes.  Some leave this world forever and are never gotten, we’ll see them on the other side some day.  No matter what path you take, rock on!

Matty Harper (aka Gedd Flea) is featured on bass for this track.  He's an old friend of mine from when I lived in NY.  Matt recently visited for a week while we laid tracks during the day and hit the bars for open mics each night.  This song is a product of that week.

Verse

Visitors come into my life
Some stay for a while
[riff]
Share some time until we part our ways
And then we go, 
my destiny’s on another road

Chorus

Time goes on
People come and people go
Some will be back some day
Ooo, Rock on
See you on the other side some day
It’s time to go and find my way

Verse

This is the strangest life I’ve ever known
Some stay the same
Others adapt to the road they’re on
It’s been a while since I last saw you
Don’t recognize me?
I’ve been this way 20 years today

[Chorus]
Bridge 1
We’re all visitors, none of us will stay
All on the journey but on a different path
What happened to those people?  Are they only in your past?
Some left, you left, lives in motion
Some climbed the ladder, some got married, some got divorced, some left this world.
You better do it all while you’re living today
Cause you never ever know when it will be your time to go
[Guitar solo]

Bridge 2
I shared a road with some who aren’t here today.
Their paths cut short when they hit a dead end.
Patriots lost their life in a foreign land, others went to work and died in a pile or ruble.

One had a heart attack, another lost to cancer, some saved lives while others protected
There’s one who went to jail, one blessed as a preacher,
Another smokes pot and plays a mean bass.

[Chorus]

Rock On

Yesterday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c2Js7C5HbKg - MUSIC VIDEO

I am a fan of the SIREN universe. The atmosphere in this game one of the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in the game industry. This song I dedicated to the creators and all people who helped to create this game. Thank you for nightmares.

LYRICS:
Simple sound comes from the different dark place
The evil hides there and it makes the army
They can not die anymore and they are completely immortal
There is no kind of life, it`s just the existing without strife
You are lost in the darkness
The last thing you`re gonna hear is the siren
It`s gonna take your mind away

The Way  of Pain

S I R E N

Driving on a highway
Reaching the next gig
Talking about what we're gonna do
Feeling like a rockstars
Squandering our money in
Alcohol.              Mexico City, December 2019

Adro the Toxic Waste and John Page Contraband (music)
Kyle Cleveland (cover art) via unsplash

Ded. to my big brother Ren Ex, rest in power kicking asses..

Alcohol (demo)

Wonder why we made it big
Get it right become the shit
Life is changing now but fast
Carry on cuz you must last
Lonely reckless super high
Getting used to say goodbye
It’s alright
Been fallen
We were tight
Still growing

Do it over 
Relentless remain
Heart gets colder 
The path is the same

Welcome to my life a thrill
Made up mind choose how to feel
It’s a fight
Revolving
Both can bite
Destroyers
Set to acquire abundance galore
When we were young we were taught to get more
See the light
Keep going
Still can laugh
Heartbroken

Move it over
Protect all these gains
Fully open 
Embracing my pain
Do it over
Inflicted but sane
My will is stronger 
Right now

Do it over
Relentless remain
Fully open 
Embracing my pain
Do it over
Inflicted but sane
My will is stronger 
Right now

The Reminder

Steadfast

We all have a dark days, when we think, that the world would be good without you. Only the strong enough can fight it and defeat this feeling. Do not give up

Music Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_qZPmViVIg

Rotten Apple

4-19-25

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