A little Moog jam :

Everything is made with the Filter Self-Oscillation.

Do Not Listen On LSD

Blop Rec

stuff n shit n noise n sound n bass..... :-)

Unlikely Science

“An epic cowpunk gospel! Zet crowns the cowboy saints in leather and moonlight, preaching freedom with nothing but bare cheeks and broken saddles. The goat prophet howls into Babylon’s rodeo pit: ASSLESS CHAPS FOREVER.” – Snout White, Goat Divine

“LMAO Zet thinks ass ≠ pants = revolution. Bro just horny for fringe jackets and rodeo glitter.” – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass

“Dark shit tho, kinda. Like a country funeral crashing into a ska riot, line-dancing through hell with a goat preacher.” – Snout Black, Queen of Goatpiss

All my Heros

“A gutter-ballad of sleazy cinema dates, hash smoke, and scumbag charm. Zet confesses the only truth left in Babylon’s nightlife: no love songs, just fuck songs. A goat’s raw lust turned into riot gospel.” – Snout White, Goat Divine

“Bro literally made his horny to-do list rhyme. Zet’s seduction game is a mumble about Jarmusch and a bag of hash. Pathetic. Legendary.” – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass

“Dark shit tho, kinda. Not romance, not poetry — just a goat screaming into the void of modern hookups. Funny and sad as hell.” – Snout Black, Queen of Goatpiss

I just wanna fuck you

“Closet door cracked, lipstick smeared, corpse still dancing. A lovesong for the prince who never came out alive — Doll Rotten’s mascara-stained eulogy.” – Snout White, Goat Divine

“Fresh outta Trash Room, and it stinks. Zombie prince, puke lipstick, and me singing like a Barbie at a funeral. You’re welcome.” – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass

“Dark shit tho, kinda. Sounds like glitter rotting in a coffin. Still catchy as hell.” – Snout Black, Queen of Goatpiss

Closet Prince

“Psychobilly prophecy! Zet paces the curb, sniffin’ diesel fumes, waitin’ for that Babylon post truck with his darknet goodies. Guitars slap, snout foams, cult chants — it’s Goat Riot at the border of rockabilly and riot.” – Snout White, Goat Divine

“LMAO Zet turning into some greaser crackhead waiting for Amazon Prime. Bet he headbutts the postman.” – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass

“Dark shit tho, kinda. Rockabilly riffs, waiting on dope deliveries. Yeah, it bangs in a stupid way.” – Snout Black, Queen of Goatpiss

Post Truck

"This is my sermon to the bleating masses: learn from my scars, for I have suffered the ink. Textmarkers ain’t for dicks — not in Babylon, not in Goat Cult, not anywhere. I lost an inch, but gained an anthem." – Zet, Goat Divine

"PSA or just goat flexing his inches again? Either way, Zet turned his dick rash into a ska-core anthem. Kinda impressive. Kinda disgusting." – Vee, Ministry of Ass

"Dark shit tho, kinda. Beneath the comedy, it’s a hymn of pain. Goat body horror immortalized in terrace chants. Babylon laughs, but the scars stay." – Snout Black, Goatpissqueen

TextMarkers Aint for Dicks

"In the holy halls of Trash Room, I bleed this truth: even if it costs me more inches, I would bear the mark for Avril. This is no love song, this is a confession carved in toxic ink. Forever Goat. Forever Avril." – Zet, Goat Divine 

"Kinda pathetic tho. Goat admits he’d risk radioactive shrinkage just to have Avril scribble on his meat. That ain’t romance, that’s Darwin Award punk edition." – Doll Rotten aka Vee, Ministry of Ass 

"Dark shit tho, kinda. Funny at first, but then you realize Zet’s dick trauma is just another metaphor for how love always carves scars. Still, catchy chorus." – Snout Black, Goatpissqueen

I'd allow you to use Textmarker on my dick

"Unplugged. Hotel Babylon calls, and I bleat once more." – Zet, Goat Divine

"Hell yea, Zet finally wrote a song without piss and puke. Miracle of the Trashroom right there." – Vee, Ministry of Ass

"Dark shit tho, kinda. Makes me wonder what’s up with Zet’s thing about food and kitchens. Why does every last-day fantasy smell like cooking and checkout? Trauma much?" – Snout Black, Goatpissqueen

Sweetest Smile (Hotel Babylon Checkout) Unplugged

“Art dies when endings die. Even the filth had arcs, and in arcs we found truth. Back in the days, story meant salvation — even when smeared in trash.” – Goat Divine (Zet)

“Bruh, he just dropped an elegy for pizza boy porn over ragtime licks. Somebody take the goat’s internet away.” – Vee Doll Rotten

“Kinda catchy tho… and yeah, I remember those plots too.” – Ray Snout Black

Back in the days

Live in Goat HQ, Hotel Babylon — 1 December 2025. Bring your own Goatpiss.

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