“Ashtarot’s Confessions (part 1)” is not just a track.
It’s a breakdown of a soul that wanted to be good — but was born loud.
I built this from noise, tears, and insomnia.
Every kick is a scream for mercy, every break a prayer for forgiveness.
This is my first confession... from the ashes of beauty, from the rage of a fallen angel.

Hardcore is my church.

If you’ve ever felt evil for just existing,
if you’ve ever wanted to be forgiven for being yourself,
this one’s for you.

Let it hurt. Let it heal.
With respect,
DJ White Cough

Ashtarot's confessions (part 1)

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.