OK this time I'm not months late hearing it--monster guitar tone and the Gothic she & he vocals are powerful as usual;  I googled Beaverlick to see where it is--there were many link options to follow...

Awesome song made my head fall off since I’ve been rotting in the attic since 1985

This is like a well made movie. And it is feirce fun.

oh wow great guitar sound -fantasic rock sound

Still rocking out over there Freddy mate. Darkly powerful, fab geetars and super real kit. Driven layered vocals work a treat. Cool ending. Hope alls good in the Fredster world and that the family are blooming.

Written 1984 by Terry Reeves
Performed by: Vocals - Terry Reeves, Guitar Terry Reeves, Bass - Brian Reeves
Recorded: Wallington Croydon London


For me George Best was the greatest player that ever lived, but suffered from being better at what he did than everybody else. 
At one time in my life I think I was within an inch of becoming an alcoholic and yes at the time it solved all my problems. I was rescued by a beautiful women but unfortunately George was not.
He was one of my greatest heroes and I spent a large amount of my early years trying to emulate some of his football skills. I was given the opportunity to meet him on two occasions and he was a really nice genuine man and I was really upset when he died.
My brother Brian and me completed this recording in one afternoon and he came up with the fantastic bass line, it was always our intention to develop it and take it further.

This is my tribute to George Best

LYRICS

Yes I drank the bottle dry
Please don't ask the question why
Just except this drunken man
Drinking for another plan

Couldn't take things in my stride
Second place it hurt my pride
Told to take some time to think
Think I'll have another drink

CHORUS

Yes he's the greatest he really has it all
The king of any man who ever kicked a ball
He makes the head lines every time he shows his face
I wonder if they know our hero up in space
If not it's just a disgrace

He's here
Georgie   
No fear

Tried to force me to retire
From the bottle I admire
Knew I'd lose out in the end
Destroying me or my best friend

Belong to no one else but me
I'm not public property
I know I have myself to blame
Life is not my favourite game

CHORUS

It's not as sad as you might think
Not looking for a missing link
And I don't need an open door 
Cause all I have to do is poor

Georgie Georgie come back Georgie
Georgie Georgie come back Georgie

Best Of Both Worlds

Track 3 from the album 'Malevolent Energy.'

Full album:

https://outstation.bandcamp.com

Malevolent Energy

The Overdriver

Midnight Talking (For two guitars)

Mood Exhibit - Affiniti

To quote Josh
"This is a song that began as a bass line I came up with on my four string fretless over a looper. I shared it with Ken (K2 and the Three [and Four], Stephen (Tex Mex Shaman), and Tez (Llanpsych) through BandLan, which we're all on. Ken came up with some perfect drums, as always, to prop up the whole thing. Tez added some killer guitar solos, which you can hear more towards the end, with the ripping tone. Stephen then came in and added the talk box guitar and wah guitar that you hear playing the hook more towards the beginning. It's my first song ever featuring a talk box, and I'm amazed with the part he came up with. It's a major line against my minor bass line. I love how it sounds! Stephen also was kind enough to mix the beast for us, which turned out to be a herculean task. But he was up to it, and a fine job he did, too. It was an honor and a pleasure to work with these guys. We all hope you enjoy it as much as we did making it"

High Noon - with Entheogenic Psychonaut (Josh Clary), K2 and the Three, and TexMex Shaman

Dred Fouglas: Guitars, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics
Hatman: Drums, Keys, Vocals, Lyrics
Jayman: Spoken Word Vocals, Scream Vocals



Lyrics:

Eyes burned from the sun 
Knee deep in the mud
and god in tune
The piss on my grave
The flood on my face
All brand new
And it will erase
all of my mistakes,
born anew
Will I get my legs?
Will I get my eyes or will you?

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head

A resurrected waste
See my rotting face
and know I’m doom
I claw at the earth,
wrapped in afterbirth
and nightmare wounds

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray

Drowning in all of this
spit that's on my grave
Coming up for air with a gun to my head
You can’t kill what’s dead
on you’re day of reckoning
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Coming up for air and all you do is pray
Spit on my grave
Spit on my grave

Spit On My Grave

葉月(August)

Art work: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:N%C5%8D_mask_-_Deigan_Type.JPG

flute-like voices: Vocaloid Yukari

窓の外　凶暴に夏　立ち騒ぐ

Outside my window, the blustery summer is in full swing.

葉月(Hazuki)

葉月 (Hazuki)

Souvenir

Crystal Gazing is not reserved for the darker practioners of the arts.  Sort of like meditation, but your trip down the rabbit hole shouldn’t take more than a second.  Listen to the track at your own risk.  If you have problems such as epilepsy, consult your doctor first before listening.

Crystal Gazing 1 - Could Be Too Intense From the Dark

The 1st movement of the String Quartet No. 18 "No Silence" (2023-2024).

Pawel Strzelecki: 1. Prelude [String Quartet No. 18 "No Silence" (2024)].

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

Spit On My Grave

Dred Fouglas

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