First semi full length album from experimental electronic producer 'Garbage For Lust'

Pakicetus

MACH4

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

I am the hypothetical transfer of matter or energy from one point to another without crossing the physical space between them. 





amen chop is my life 










«if you weren't capable, the opportunity wouldn't have come your way, you belong»

Hii. 
White Cough here. 
Human hybrid: Born in 🇫🇷 , lost in 🇷🇴. I have some 🇭🇺 + 🇧🇾 blood stains that boil inside my veins.

Multi-skilled neurodivergent artist. Dancer, juggler, dj,  producer.
Thunderdome ink member. 

White Cough doesn’t play music. White Cough spits sound from living flesh.
Every beat is a heartbeat in fibrillation, every drop is a cough with a taste of blood.
There’s no filter, no compromise. Just pulse, dust, and chaos... transposed into the melodic neverending ocean of melancholy.
From filthy basements to stages that shake, White Cough doesn’t come to entertain.
He comes to tear something out of you, to wake up your true self.

e. I now use this again after 3 years of being inactive, digest the music I like.

MACH4

garbage for lust