The Church Of Noise


I don't really care
I don't really care
I don't really care
I don't really care


I don't really care
you brought something
that i need no more

skinned me fixed you fancy clothes
ill eat me leave you naked

I don't really care
you brought something
that i need no more


i wont buy what your selling
pressure is now around your  throat


i can see you i'm around you
i predict you,  ill grow inside you


Drowning in sea
Drowning in sea
I can feel it
Drowning in sea
Hung from a tree
Now i can seeit


way down your sacred love
I can feel it, I can taste it
Drowning in sea
Tell me that you can taste it


been drown by your sacred love
I can feel it, I can taste it
Drowning in sea
Tell me that you can taste it


We're down secret love
I can feel it, I can taste it
Drowning in sea
Tell me that you can taste it

60 cent P.M's slut (demo)

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 keep the volume low.
Your ghost still pings sometimes,

I scroll for warmth in plastic light,
each face repeats the same good night.
No blood, no pulse, just patterned waves,
we’re data ghosts pretending grace.

I feel your name behind the screen,
it fades before it ever breathes.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We dream in numbers, sleep in codes,
love translated into modes.
Your typing stops — that’s how I know
the algorithm let you go.

I see your shadow in the scroll,
too perfect to be whole.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Every feed’s a mirror, cracked but clean,
every thought recycled, machine to machine.
If I’m alive, it’s by design —
a loop that ends where I confide.

We are the crowd,
we are the code.
Lonely together,
never alone.

Touch me through my digital skin,
tell me I’m real before I log in.
Erase the silence, fake the sin,
love me once before I begin.

The page refreshes,
and I’m gone again.


Digital skin (Alternative Rock reload)

🐍⚡ Viper Mode is pure adrenaline on fire — dangerous, loud, and impossible to tame. Venus Riot bites back with venomous riffs, feral energy, and vocals that slice through steel. It’s the sound of chaos on overdrive — a wild ride straight off the rails. No brakes, no mercy, just pure riot fuel! 🔥💋

#VenusRiot #ViperMode #HighEnergyRock #FemaleFronted #GrittySound #AltRock #RockRebellion #RawAndLoud #VenomousVibes #AdrenalineRush

Viper Mode – Venus Riot

Within my shell...
Insulated.
My inner self...
Agitated.
All this chaos out there...
It’s like a sensory tide,
that keeps on churning.
Yet somewhere,
deep inside,
I feel a yearning...
even though I know

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
But I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering through the shame.

My worried eyes...
Criticizing.
My weary mind...
Analyzing—
all this toxic fakeness,
that I just can’t seem to abide...
and my rage is burning.
Yet somehow,
deep inside,
I still feel that yearning...
even though I know

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
but I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering through the shame.

I get tired of this constant striving,
lost inside these storms which never cease.
But at times, I’ll feel like I’m arriving;
like the puzzle finally fits the piece.

All thanks to that
persistent spark
within my heart,
driving me on
and on again,
especially when

It’s so hard...
To be understood;
to walk the straight line,
with the rest of the herd.
It’s so hard...
but I’m still in the game.
There’s a spark in my heart,
glimmering...

The Spark

BPD·ID8 (radio edit)

If you need to talk to someone, or you're worried about a friend call 116 123 or visit: www.samaritans.org

Stand in the pouring rain
I could see my own grave
Find the one to blame
Say the bit 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

ID8 (radio edit)

Devillist Squad - Bloodchain

Released on October 29, 2025

Nate Pizano - vocals, guitar, bass, samples, synths, lyrics, production



Revive

Awoken

For every artist hammered by pathetic scammers who need to steal what they can't create themselves...


Lyrics:

“You wanted my soul for a signature click?
I read the fine print… is this your eulogy, prick?”

You hide in shadow, selling deceit for fame,
With that plastic grin, to seize my name.
Whispered sweet nothings in a digital dream,
Promised a crown in your reckless scheme.
Your words were sugar on a rusted chain,
Spun lies in the court of an impostor’s reign.
You thought I’d sign, you thought I’d kneel,
But I don’t deal when it don’t bleed real.

You sell salvation, but who’s the savior?
Just some desperate ass punk with bad behavior.
You bait the hungry, pray for the bite,
But all’s just a con when dragged in the light.
You came for my fire, now drown in the flame,
I don’t forget, and I don’t play tame.

You hide in your wires, a ghost with no spine,
Feeding on trust, crossing every line.
You preach with a pitchfork, dressed like a saint,
Your kingdom’s rot can’t hide the taint.
You forged a name for your empty deal,
Chased my blood like it’s part of a meal.
You wanted my sweat, my scars, my fight,
Now choke on the truth you sold tonight.

You sell salvation, but who’s the savior?
Just some desperate ass punk with bad behavior.
You bait the hungry, pray for the bite,
But all’s just a con when dragged in the light.
You came for my fire, now drown in the flame,
I don’t forget, and I don’t play tame.

You built your throne on a bed of lies,
Now the walls cave in as your empire dies.
Your silver tongue’s gone dull with rust,
All that greed turns back to dust.
You came for the spark, I lit the blaze,
Now the poacher burns under wrath’s vengeful gaze.
Your shadow fades, I still remain,
The name you stole, reclaimed in flame.

You can’t scam a soul that’s walked through fire,
I’ve been conned by gods and called a liar.
Every mark you made, I wear with pride,
Each scar a grave where your lies died.
You wanted control, now you’re the prey,
I own the night, you fade away.

You sell salvation, but who’s the savior?
Just some desperate ass punk with bad behavior.
You bait the hungry, pray for the bite,
But all’s just a con when dragged in the light.
You came for my fire, now drown in the flame,
I don’t forget…and I don’t play tame.

“You wanted my name, my flame, my fight...
But I don’t sign for fools or ghosts in the light.
You sold your soul cheap, and I raised the price.
Transaction completed. Scammer deleted.”

Silver Tongue (Bad Behavior)

Under the rain

Email: enquiries@asinine.co.uk
Asinine is the independent label representing our current projects:  BPD and Gepetto Trio.
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Please contact us if you're interested in publishing this music. If you're an aspiring artist requiring help with distribution or marketing, let's talk.

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. 😅