BWBB

Little Green House

Your One Way Street

Starchild

Sympathy

Hollow Bones

Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride.

Karen kicked my dog!

3.am Tyrant

Karen kicked my dog

Blending heavy riffs with humor, the Pudding Dragons deliver unforgettable nu-metal experiences. Our music fuses intense energy and raw power with a playful, lighthearted vibe, creating a fun, engaging atmosphere. Whether headbanging to crushing sounds or laughing at irreverent lyrics, we welcome everyone to join the chaos. It’s heavy metal intensity meets carefree spirit, making every performance a wild, thrilling adventure where fans can let loose and enjoy the ride. Never take anything seriously!

I stare into the frozen abyss

F ck This Printer

Steel treads devour the ground, my heart pounding in my chest
Rolling into chaos, no time for fear or rest
We’re all afraid to die, but in this furnace of war
Survival is all that matters, so I crush what came before

I feel no shame inside, no guilt to stain my soul
This world’s corrupt and vile, we’re just beasts lost in the cold

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

I’m numb to all the carnage, the screams fade in the smoke
No conscience left to plague me, all empathy revoked
The beast in me awakened, devouring each command
A soldier of destruction, swallowing the damned

Survival’s all we know, we take what we can find
The stench of war is choking, but we’ve left our past behind

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, but I swear I’ll make it through
When the guns fall silent, the bitter truth will brew

Will I ever see the ones I left behind?
In the violence, reason dies—hope is hard to find
Yet something in me whispers that this might end someday
But I’ll never be the same once my soul has gone astray

Death roars in every breath, shadows claw at the sky
No turning back from horror, only more will die
Numbed to terror’s voice, forging forward without peace
Bound by war’s corruption, chained to its release

I tear across the battlefield, shielded in iron skin
No thoughts of home or mercy—only bloodshed draws me in
Time stands still in madness, I pray I’ll make it through
When the smoke has cleared at last, the bitter truth is due

Nothing will be like before, no innocence remains
A mind forever stained by war, baptized in its flames
A twisted path of violence that echoes from the past
In the end, we’re all just beasts—our humanity won’t last

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Tank of Corruption | ALBUM

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Atomic Wrath

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My;
By AXAXC

A mirror cracked. A reflection distorted. A story told in fractured echoes.

"My;" is not just an album—it’s a descent into the self. A psychological labyrinth where identity is rewritten, where the same words carry different truths, where the whispers in the dark could be yours… or something else entirely.

This album is a collision of ethereal beauty and punishing weight. Gothic orchestration. Bone-crushing chugs. Whispered secrets. War hymns. Seductive lullabies. Furious confessions. Every track is a different version of the same pain—a dream that shifts into a nightmare, then back again.

NO ESCAPE. NO RESOLUTION. JUST REVELATION.

🩸 What Awaits You in My;?
🔥 An emotional rollercoaster—from eerie whispers to devastating breakdowns.
🔥 A fusion of cinematic deathcore, symphonic metal, and gothic industrial—no boundaries, only destruction.
🔥 A seamless blend of orchestration and violence—violins, war drums, bass chugs, and ethereal choirs guiding you through the abyss.
🔥 A sound that refuses to let you breathe—no moment of rest, no silence that isn’t haunted.

ACT I: REFLECTION
"Whispers"—A hymn sung in candlelight before the storm.
"Mirror Says"—You look into the abyss, and it looks back.
"My End"—The truth, unveiled in tragedy.

ACT II: WAR
"My Mark"—Pain turns into power.
"My Assassin"—The prey becomes the predator.
"My Secret"—The darkness calls, and you answer.

ACT III: FIRE & FRACTURE
"My Burn"—The storm has come.
"My Truth"—The resolution, the warcry, the final act.
"My Hurt"—The soul collapses in flames, never to be the same again.

This is AXAXC at its most relentless, most operatic, most destructive.

A mirror shatters—will you see what’s on the other side?

DISTORT. DISTRUST. DESTROY.
Let the nightmare begin.

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My; Truth

Threads of Fate, Strands of Time

In concrete veins, the poison flows
The city breathes, a dying rose
We sold the sky for a little more light
Now a rusting sun bleeds into the night
The children play with bones and wire
Setting their plastic dreams on fire
Yeah, we built our heaven on a fault line crack
And we all know there's no turning back

I wear my skin like a porcelain tear
A pretty shell for all the fear
We are the glass-eyed dolls on display
Winding down at the end of the day
Our lullabies are the static's hiss
Sealed with a sterile, digital kiss
We traded our souls for a silicon dream
And nobody hears you when the future screams

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

God is a glitch in the mainframe's hum
A broken promise for the deaf and dumb
The angels are choking on acid rain
Selling salvation for a little more pain
We crucify ourselves on screens of blue
For a 'like', a 'share', a "we love you"
It's the new religion, the sacred lie
A perfect world where we all can die

Love is a code we forgot how to write
A ghost that flickers in the pale moonlight
I trace the scars on your vacant face
Another product I can't replace
We whisper secrets in algorithms deep
While our hollow bodies are fast asleep
This empty stage is our only home
Under a broken, holographic dome

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

Countdown to zero!
We are the beautiful ruin!
Inhale the fallout!
Exhale the human!
We are the virus and the cure, so pure, so pure!

This is the eulogy for the unborn
The anthem for the beautifully torn
So let's dance on the ashes of our last desire
And feed our hearts to the growing fire
Welcome, welcome to the final show
We are the afterglow
The future is a cancer in a sugar-coat
The last prayer stuck in a dying throat

The afterglow...
We are the afterglow...
fade to nothing... (nothing)

Soul Siblings

The afterglow

Broken Foundations 2

Earth Is A Black Hole

Wear U Down

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🎶 I’m Kerlhan, a passionate music creator influenced by everything from Frank Zappa’s wild genius to the cinematic calm of Jan Garbarek, the raw energy of Linkin Park, and the elegance of Coltrane or Di Meola.

My music blends metal, electronic, cinematic, and experimental elements. A Day Before Hell dives into the turmoil of a soul on the edge, while other tracks explore other worlds.

If you’re into genre-blending sounds, heavy emotions, and immersive atmospheres, hit follow, drop a comment, or repost-it helps more than you know.

🎧 Let’s feel something real.

Je m'appelle Kerlhan, ici en tout cas, passionné de musique sous toutes ses formes. De Frank Zappa à Jan Garbarek, de Linkin Park à Lacuna Coil, sans oublier John Coltrane, Iron Maiden ou Al Di Meola… J’aime mélanger les genres, expérimenter, sortir des cases.

Ma musique reflète cette diversité : A Day Before Hell plonge dans le chaos intérieur d’une âme en lutte, tandis que d’autres morceaux explorent d'autres mondes.

Que ce soit à travers des guitares lourdes, des synthés planants ou des voix venues d’ailleurs, mon but reste le même : ressentir, et faire ressentir.

Si mon univers te parle, n’hésite pas à liker, commenter ou repartager car ton soutien fait toute la différence.

🎧 À très bientôt.

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