Interpretación y arreglos : Jesús Flores.
Producción y Mazterizacion: Arturo Guevara G.
The Noise Infection Studio

Popurri Cepillin

Project 42 B

THE CAMERA

Fun tune! Another jam with guitars by Chris - Chris @chris-schlue

Roadkill Love Story

reas13-250524-1
Alone sometime and playing someting to cheere me up.

Can I Be Vulnerable Sometimes?

Bluesinha is a cheeky little blues that tells the story of a smooth-talking hustler who underestimated the girl — and ended up getting what he deserved. But in the end, they find common ground, and desire wins out. A tale of love for lust, or maybe lust for love.

Little Blues (Bluesinha)

Listen here, my girl,
Don’t mean to play you wrong,
Hope you’ll forgive me,
But tonight I can't come along.
I got no cash on me,
No ride, no fare,
And I know you don’t
Take buses anywhere.
My vibe is rock and roll,
But your scene’s pop and gold,
It’s money...

I’m a streetwise stray
In this crazy town,
Was a punk, Hare Krishna,
Now I sleep on the ground.
I got nowhere to go,
Got nothing to share,
No dog, no room or sofa,
No TV, not even air.
But if I steal your mint drop,
And sip your whisky on the rocks —
That's sweeter...

My vibe is rock and roll,
But your world’s pop control,
It’s money...

Now listen up, my dear,
Let me make it clear,
I don’t want your money,
Don’t care what you wear.
My folks pay my bills,
That much you should know,
Cash ain’t what I’m missing —
Just got nowhere to go.

My vibe is pure raw lust,
Your scene’s all junk and dust,
So hollow...

So come on now, my love,
Let’s not waste the night,
I’m finally gettin'
What’s been feelin' right.
You want me,
And I want you too —
Why worry 'bout the rest
When the world’s just passin' through?
Our beat is touch and heat,
Our world’s a Woodstock street —
So mellow...

And our life is tight,
Our kiss? A bolt of light —
Straight yellow.

+++++++++++++++PORTUGUES

Bluesinha é um blues canalha, que conta a história de um malandro que subestimou a garota e acabou levando o troco. Mas no final eles se entendem e o desejo prevalece. Uma história de amor ao tesão, ou tesão de amor.

Bluesinha

 
Escute aqui menina,
Eu não quero te enganar,
Vê se me desculpa, 
Mas hoje não vai dar...
Não tenho dinheiro, 
Tô sem condução,
Sei também que você 
Não é de pegar buzão.
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...
Eu sou bicho urbano, 
Dessa cidade louca,
Já fui punk, Hare Krishna
Hoje eu durmo numa moita
Não tenho pra onde ir
Nada à oferecer
Cachorro, quarto ou sala,
Nem banheiro nem tv.
Mas se eu te serro um drops,
Seu whisk on-the-rocks
Primeiro...
Minha balada é rock,
Mas seu mundo é pop,
Dinheiro...

Então preste atenção,
Vou te explicar meu bem,
Não quero sua grana,
Nem saber o que Tú tem,
Minha família é quem me banca,
Você deve saber
A mim não falta grana,
O que me falta é quem comer.
Minha balada é fuck
Mas seu mundo é junkie
Fuleiro...
Então venha meu amor,
Não vamos perder tempo
Agora eu to sacando,
O que está acontecendo
Você me quer, 
Eu te quero também,
Pra que saber do resto 
Se o mundo vai ou vem
Nossa balada é o toque
Nosso mundo Woodstok
Inteiro...
Mas nossa vida é top,
Nosso beijo e um choque!
E meio....

Little Blues (Bluesinha)

Waltzing Through The Space Zoo

manu232

The Sparrow Sings

Puncture

The Divine Agony

Emerging from the wreckage of distortion pedals, broken bottles, and burned-out amps, Milli Maddox unleashes Tougher Than Balls — an album that doesn’t just make noise, it threatens your safety. This is the sound of sweat, spit, and shredded vocal cords. It’s raw, reckless, and refuses to ask for permission.

Tougher Than Balls drags you through alleyways of slurred chants, filthy basslines, and guitars that sound like they’re about to catch fire. Maddox delivers track after track that could double as the soundtrack to a bar fight in hell.

There’s no polish, no pretense — just pure aggression, dirty hooks, and lyrics that hit like a busted beer bottle to the jaw. Her voice swings between desperate howls, guttural sneers, and chantable punk mantras that demand to be screamed back at full volume.

Sexy? Terrifying? Both. Maddox commands attention like a siren luring you to crash. Tougher Than Balls is proof that noise rock still has teeth — and it’s ready to bite.

Puncture

Milli Maddox - Tougher Than Balls

Recent comments

mwf

Strange Dark Night* Live

$uper Acid $un$hine

Related tracks