Reborn Redeemed in Thee

Serpent Crown

1988 is more than an album—it’s a time machine back to the glory days when heavy metal ruled the airwaves, the stage, and our hearts. From 1980 to 1989, a generation of denim-clad dreamers and leather-bound rebels forged anthems that would echo through eternity. This project is a loud, unapologetic celebration of that golden decade—of pounding drums, screaming guitars, and the brotherhood of true metal fans.

Every song on 1988 is a salute to the legends who inspired us, and a rallying cry to all who still carry the torch. Turn it up, feel the power, and remember: metal never dies—it only gets louder.

1988

[Verse]
Your promises linger like fruit in the sun
You said you'd fix this but more damage is done
In whispers they shatter all trust that I had
The cracks in your stories are driving me mad

[Verse 2]
Shadows of kindness now fade into dark
Your words are like matches; they’re leaving their mark
I gave you my patience
My heart was sincere
But each broken vow only brought me to here

[Chorus]
In truth you're a liar for all the world to know
Promises crumbled like footprints in snow
You carry the weight of deceit in your glow
Nothing but a bully
Now it’s time to go

[Verse 3]
Your smile is a weapon you wield with finesse
A carnival mask hiding chaos and mess
The years they have taught me to read through your guise
Behind all the glitter are venomous lies

[Bridge]
You played the hero
A knight clad in light
But your silver tarnished
It’s lost to the fight
No flowers can bloom on a soil made of stone
The gardens have turned
And you’re left all alone

[Chorus]
In truth you're a liar for all the world to know
Promises crumbled like footprints in snow
A lesson I’ve gathered not quick but too slow
Nothing but a bully
Now it’s time to go

Time to Go

They shake your hand, they wink and smile
Sellin’ lust and lies in every aisle
Politicians in their fancy suits
But we’re the sheep that follow their boots

Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!

Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Backroom deals and cocktail thrills
Hot blondes, red wine, political kills
We all nod, we all obey
Chasing pleasure, while they make the play


Money, power, sex on display
We cheer them on, yeah we pay to play!


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Raise your glass, bite your lip
Power’s a game, we all trip
In bed, in streets, on the floor
The world’s a stage, we beg for more


Sheep in suits, dancing for the crown
We bang our heads while they tear it down
Sheep in suits, we lick their boots
Love, sex, and power… follow the loot!


Follow… the loot… (bang your head…)
Sheep… in suits… (never stop…)
Love… and power… (scream it loud…)

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Ruler Of The Dammed

Fantasy

BPD·Broken

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Body in the backseat
Mind out on the street
Soul in a casket
Heart in a basket
Feet in the river
Dreams in the shiver

Legs on the dashboard
And hands on the floor

Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello

Life is a beauty
I'm the little monster
Life is a predator
And I'm the monster
I'm the cancer
And life's the monster
My life is a beauty
And I'm the cancer

Head in the cloud
But my eyes on the ground

Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
Feels like I fell
From a third-story window
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello
I can't stand up
When my bones have turned to jello

Broken

BPD·ID8

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Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the shit that they won't say

Damn my back's in pain
From carrying the whole game
I could crash the plane
I could burn the whole place

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

Cut through the static haze
I'm a spark that lights the flames
No one left to save
I'll erase what you can't face

Shadows crawl inside my brain
Nothing left but rust and chains
Tear it down, erase the name
Watch it all go up in flames

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And blow you away
Blow you away

And I'm not afraid
To swallow a live grenade
And throw you away
Throw you away

I tried to hide inside a flask,
I tried to hide behind a mask,
I tried to hide under a leaf,
I tried to hide away my grief.

Ain’t no hiding from your soul.
Ain’t no hiding from that pain.
Keep on playing, lose it all.
Keep on going, go insane.

Please don’t make me see,
because I don’t want to know.
Please don’t make me share,
because I don’t want to show.
No, no, no...

I tried to lose my self in clubs,
I tried to lose my self in pubs.
I tried to lose my self in art,
I tried to ease my wounded heart.

Ain’t no hiding from your soul.
Ain’t no hiding from that pain.
Keep on playing, lose it all.
Keep on going, go insane.

Please don’t make me see,
because I don’t want to know.
Please don’t make me share,
because I don’t want to show.
No, no, no...

I don’t want to know
how much of me was taken...
I don’t want to know
how much I have forsaken.

Ain’t gonna search my soul,
I’m too afraid of what I’ll find.
Gotta get me something new
to sedate my noisy mind.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I Don’t Want to Know

Demon Slayer

Email: enquiries@asinine.co.uk
Asinine is an independent label and the vehicle for my current projects:  BPD and Gepetto Trio.
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One hot summer’s day in the early 1980s, a troubled young schoolkid was being supervised alone in the music room for some forgotten misdemeanor. He spent the period playing a drum kit for the first time in his life, and when he was ready to go, the student teacher who had been supervising signed off his report card with the fateful words: “excellent drummer!”

Throughout the ’90s and ’00s, I played drums in “happy-clappy” churches up and down the country, as well as in college, where I toured with a band named Kurios. I’ve always had music in me. I never properly learned to play a “real” instrument — but why would an undiagnosed autistic kid with ADD want to pluck strings or blow through reeds when he can just hit things?!

These days, as I’m getting older (55) and increasingly disabled (I can no longer manage a full drum kit), I’ve finally found ways to get the music out of my head and into yours through the wonders of technology. I record everything in my home studio using a humble Arturia Minilab 3, a PC running Reaper, and a whole range of tools and plugins.

Now, on the use of AI, let me be absolutely clear:

I do not support the swamping of streaming platforms with “AI slop.” However, as an IT professional with fairly extensive knowledge and experience of AI, I also do not support the indiscriminate dismissal and castigation of any and all use of AI in music production — or any of the arts, for that matter. And as a drummer, I suppose I got over it years ago, back when we were being replaced in studios by computers from the late ’80s onward..!

For me, AI is just another tool in the artist’s toolbox — one that helps me massively shorten and simplify my workflows, and one that’s helped to elevate my craft to something much closer to professionally produced work. I don’t sing (very well), but with AI tools such as Ace Studio, Audime, or Suno Studio, I can turn my own voice — or even simple musical notation — into just about any vocal I can imagine.

I don’t play guitar (at all — I’ve got tiny sausage fingers), but with AI I can turn any melody hammered out on my MIDI controller into a lead guitar, bass riff, or just about any other instrument. I’m a musician, but I’m also an engineer, and I hope those skills — along with my hard work and passion — come through in my music and set it apart from the AI slop which is becoming so prevalent . 🙏🙏🙏 (And yes, I did have ChatGPT proof read this Bio, which is why it's full of em-dash symbols 😅)

As for the lyrics in my songs — the stories they tell — those are all me. They come from my life experiences, and from the obsessive scribbling of the angsty autistic teenager who still lives in my head and believes his poetry is so deeply profound. 😅