Eddie Munson🎶🎸

On W.A.S.P.'s sophomore effort, 1985's The Last Command, the band hired Quiet Riot producer Spencer Proffer to man the boards, resulting in a slightly more accessible sound than their rugged self-titled debut. Although the album wasn't the massive commercial breakthrough the band had hoped for, it resulted in their second gold-certified release in a row as they became one of the more popular metal bands of the mid-'80s (touring heavily with the likes of Kiss, Black Sabbath, and Iron Maiden). Blackie Lawless' lyrics still relied heavily on sexual fantasies ("Sex Drive"), as well as tales of revenge ("Ballcrusher," "Jack Action"), and children of the street ("Running Wild in the Streets"). The album's two singles/videos proved popular on MTV's heavy metal-oriented shows -- the party-hearty "Blind in Texas" and "Wild Child," the latter a tale of a Harley-riding free spirit. [The 1998 CD reissue nearly doubled the original album's length, featuring a cover of Mountain's early-'70s hit "Mississippi Queen," the original B-side "Savage," and five live tracks recorded at England's Lyceum in October of 1984: "On Your Knees," "Hellion," "L.O.V.E. Machine," "Animal," and "I Wanna Be Somebody." - Review by Greg Prato

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The Best of the Best

Wild Child

W.A.S.P. - Wild Child (from The Last Command)

Today I sit down with the incredible Vinny Appice drummer for some of the greatest Metal and Rock Bands ever. We dive into his long amazing career with Black Sabbath, Ronnie James Dio, Derringer and even John Lennon. He is currently playing with Last In Line featuring some of the Holy Diver era Players including Vivian Campbell and they have a brand new record coming out March 31st 2023 called Jericho. Tune in and enjoy. Don't forget to visit my website for tickets and merch. Lots of upcoming live shows. This week I am in Elko Nevada Feb 17th and 18 San Francisco Punchline Feb 22nd -25th Fort Collins Colorado March 10th and 11th Las Vegas Nevada Comedy Cellar April 3rd -9th &nbsp; This episode is brought to you by Betterhelp  &nbsp;

#683 : Vinny Appice / Drummer - Black Sabbath, Dio and Last In Line

🔥 Forged in the Fire 🔥 by **MODUL8**

This is heat turned into rhythm.  
Beats hammered on anvils, basslines glowing like molten steel.

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Forged In The Fire

“HiHats Juggler” snaps like chrome on concrete; raw phonk swing, broken trap cadence, and glitch percussion that sounds half-human, half-machine.

#modul8 #hihatsjuggler #phonk #trap #glitchcore #darkphonk #underground #drumviolence #bassculture #rhythmhacker

HiHat Juggler


Spitting Venom hits hard with cutthroat delivery, pressure-loaded bars, and a beat that gets torn apart on purpose.

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Spitting Venom

Flow Topology maps the way the bars bend; clean lines, warped contours, and a flow that reshapes everything it touches.

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Flow Topology

Bar Physics cracks the mix with impact using clean hits, sharp momentum, and bars that land like controlled collisions.

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Bar Physics

Cadential Thermodynamics turns heat into cadence; bars rising, bending, and burning through the mix with controlled pressure.

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Cadential Thermodynamics

Meter Meltdown is the sound of the whole system overheating, tempo snapping, meters blowing out, and the beat buckling under its own voltage.

#metermeltdown #modul8 #trap #industrialtrap #glitch #underground

Meter Meltdown

[INTRO]
Yo, I slay tracks.  
Days pass as I await your response to my insane texts.  
In the rap game soon I'll be the Apex.  
My rhymes are sharp like knifes of barbers who shave heads.  
I stretch beats like Latex.  
I say facts when I spray raps.  
With lyrics it's like I play chess.  
I'll make cash in insane stacks,  
so fuck it I'll just pay tax.

[CHORUS]
My lyrics are cleaner than your white T-shirts.  
Tides be turned. Mics be burned.  
My flow is cold, like how I like my Ice Tea served.  
Rappers battle me and cry “Why me first?”.

[VERSE 1]
Battle me and if you don't get away-fast,  
to safe-ness, it won't stay pain-less.  
I will make you feel much pain-next.  
You will get served like by a wai-tress.  
I leave an insane-mess.  
The shots you fire, they are aim-less.

[VERSE 2]
My bars go over heads like canopies.  
I only play in Champion's Leagues.  
For my bites there are no remedies.  
I have these tendencies to hurt my enemies.  
I'm kicking bars like penalties.  
My bars hit harder than when the US nuked the Japenese.  
I'm spitting facts with heat.

[VERSE 3]
I am funky like the 70's.  
I'm known for savageries.  
I pick better beats,  
and eat them with these mad techniques.  
I reach dramatic peaks.  
I take away a rapper's equities.

[CHORUS]
My lyrics are cleaner than your white T-shirts.  
Tides be turned. Mics be burned.  
My flow is cold, like how I like my Ice Tea served.  
Rappers battle me and cry “Why me first?”.

[VERSE 4]
My heat gets rappers burned,  
then they are forever “urned”,  
my damage hurts.  
Rappers send severe alerts  
like birds that chirp  
when I disperse this murder verse.

Of rhymes I got surpluses.  
You keep saying the same shit  
like a furby does.  
I turn rappers into servants  
forced to service us.  
My bars make emcees furious.  
My dirtiness is what leaves  
my listeners curious.  
I'm murderous.  
If you battle me,  
you better get insurances.

Rappers they despise me.  
They say they don't like me,  
but they do not want to fight me.  
They know that likely,  
when they try me,  
I will take their fucking life G.

Rappers now are bitches  
going for manicures.  
I'm leaving enemies hurt  
and leave their fans concerned.  
Of the scene  
I will amend the terms.

[VERSE 5]
F*ck with me, you end up in car-nages.  
Battle me, bring har-nesses,  
I turn entire armies into car-casses.

[BRIDGE]
I scare rappers like a killer in a thriller.  
If the rap game was a TV show  
your episode would be the filler.  
I'd be a prime episode,  
cuz I'm realer.

[OUTRO]
Battle me be cautious.  
Analyze my fast flows you get nauseous.

MODUL8 - Murder Verses (Murder Verses EP)

INTRO]

I am the reason rappers will soon get discharged. MODUL8 bitches, I hit hard.
I curse rappers like witches,  
do spells and shit on them bitches  
like wizards.

[CHORUS]

I'm spitting all this heat on tracks.  
Rappers come with legal threats,  
because I'm spitting lethal tracks.  
Battle me, you have no sequels left.  
You bitches sound like how I pictured Smeagol raps.  
My bars cut deep in flesh.  
I'm savage like medieval traps.

[VERSE]

I'm on a rhyme spree.  
My rhymes G, they likely enter deep into your psyche.  
You say you want to fight me.  
My advice be, pick your battles wisely,  
or it might be that six-feet-deep is where your lifes be.  
Don't take my album lightly.  
You are much too far behind me.  
It's highly likely, it's no "might be",  
that soon your fanbase hypes me and, likely, your label tries to sign me.

[BRIDGE]

I'm a lyrical wizard,  
who needs this heat like a lizzard,  
but who brings flows colder than a blizzard,  
there is nobody out there who can spit-this-hard.

With the alphabet I'm an architect,  
spark intellect with the harshest breath,  
These scars reflect, how I target threats  
and carve with class through the darkest depths  
when I tripped on karma's steps.  
Hard to forget is how my art infects,  
how on my rise these stars have bled.  
I take all the dough, so you will starve to death.  
You will end up where the martyrs rest.

[VERSE]

You're so weak you can't even break glass.  
I'm taking all the dough, cuz I need to make insane stacks.  
My bars so hot, I vape tracks.  
Don't battle me, you lack the grey mass.  
Don't be mad, I just state facts.  
I came from wayback like 8-tracks.  
You'll be cancelled soon, just like a day pass.  
I'm on my way to fame fast.  
Your fake ass will fade fast.  
You're like a shadow when the day's cast.

I got insane flow, bring your whole crew and they will leave on a stretcher -- K.O.  
Shoot you all up like it's fucking HALO.

Your shit is hideous.  
I deliver blitzes on you bitches like precision hits.  
You are sicknesses, just like your fucking syfilis.  
Battle me and I'll eat you like you're fish 'n chips.

My style is unique, you lease raps.  
Battle me and you will meet a T-Rex.  
You'll spectate, as you'll be-death.

I race on tracks like dirt bikes.  
When I spit these raps I hurt mics.  
I am having fun times when I birth rhymes.

[VERSE]

Weavin’ bars like tapestry,  
battery-charged electrically,  
Shock 'em back to life,  
then end 'em all poetically.  
Battle me, and I'll free you from your misery.  
You will be history.  
Rappers have fear of me.  
I perfect my bars, and not just lyrically.  
How I do it, that's a mystery.  
Spit so much heat, I leave you blistered, G. 
 
Femcee spitting weaponry.  
Delivered savagely on whoever dares to battle me.  

Beats I straight assasinate.  
I detonate, destroy beats, I don't hesitate.  
You're not fly, I levetate.  

I turn verses into hostages.  
Sharp with this, bars rip through your consciousness.  

I'm the shit, you doo-doo.  
I'm an animal like in the zoo-zoo.

[BRIDGE-PART 1]

If you battle me, you better bring the fucking iron man,  
or I'll be eating rappers in my lion's den.  
I'm wiser than your entire clan.  
Other rappers I don't admire them.  
I got a higher plan.  
Rappers are liars and I got no time for them.

[BRIDGE – PART 2]

My bars so hot, I'm spitting cybersex.  
Rappers lie in texts.  

The shit they say just cyber threats.  
I bring fire like I strike a match.  
I'm spitting facts like on saliva tests.

[OUTRO]

My fire raps trigger decoy flares on fighter jets.  
I'm bringing fire like I strike a match.  
My bars will get your psyche wrecked.  
I'm spitting facts like on saliva tests.  
Rapper nowadays are nothing but cyber threats.

MODUL8 - Insane Stacks (Murder Verses EP)

[VERSE 1]
A masterpiece I unleash it  
upon the rap game as I decease it.  
Try to stop me and you'll get defeated.  
My steez lit, I'm the real deal, you deceit it,  
you're an actor, I don't believe it.  
The moment I seize it, I squeeze it  
like into a picture, I say cheese  
then I fucking freeze it.

[VERSE 2]
My barz will leave you puzzled like I'm tetris.  
The rap game, I own it so I'll tax it,  
I'll audit and I'll assess it.  
I do quality assurance when I'm at it  
so your shit it can be tested,  
so it gets rejected and retracted.

[VERSE 3]
For inspiration I am your-source,  
but don't fall for my de-coys.  
I lash out and your whole crew gets de-stroyed.

[VERSE 4]
I'll be exposing rappers like wind does to a woman's dress.  
It's excellence that I strive to flex,  
Usain Bolt's legs is what my tongue has  
when I'm blasting all these bomb raps. 
Rappers sleeping on it like they Snorlax. 
My delivery faster like I'm doordash.  
Thunder is coming is announced in forecasts.

[VERSE 5]
New rap laws I'm instilling.  
You rappers are some catfish that I'll rail-in. I'm the bad-villain,  
but unlike in the movies I am mad-winning. Don't waste my time or I'll be then-billing.

[VERSE 6]
When I fucking spit I end lifes.
I'm blowing up like landmines.  
Bring rappers their eternal bedtimes.  
Bring your whole crew and you'll see flat lines.

[VERSE 7]
Your shit it should be prohibited.  
Nobody who listened it.  
Your contributions not elicited.  
Nobody who listened it.  
Your contributions not elicited.  
The stories you tell, I'm living it.  
My lyrics infinite,  
your vocabulary, it is limited.  
I bring the sickest shit.
In your nightmares is where y'all by me get visited. 

[VERSE 8]
I only bring flows with sick texts.  
Your bitch-ass only writes shit raps.  
I give you lyrical bitchslaps  
with my diss tracks.  
What you want to be, I live that.  
Likely I'm the reason why yo bitch dead.  
You dickheads try my lit flex  
and end up with a fucking whiplash.

[VERSE 9]
Your vocabulary is micro like your penis.  
The day when I release this,  
I'll be scaring rappers back into wombs like fetus.  
I will burn the rap game down and as I decease it,  
I will arise from the scene's ashes like a phoenix.  
I mean this,  
this rap shit is coded into my genes, bitch.

[VERSE 10]
I work and live hard.  
What you need is a kickstart.  
When I spit barz this hard,  
I bring flows colder than a fucking blizzard.

[VERSE 11]
Like McDonald's I am loving this.  
Zero is the total fucks I give.  
You act tough, but you are just a barking bitch.

[VERSE 12]
I do loopings on beats like I'm six flags.  
Which rapper shall I dis next?

[VERSE 13]
My bars are astronomical,  
so they hit the scene like bombs that are atomical.  
Bring so much heat, I turn environments subtropical.  
I structure schemes methodical.  
Your lyrics are just comical.  
Your brain does not think logical.  
I'm phenomenal.  
My vibe oldskool just like times of rock 'n roll.  
Asking me who the best is..?  
That's rhetorical.

[VERSE 14]
as you're not fly yet, I'll call you maggots.  
Rappers sleep on me like a matress.  
Rappers I leave breathless.  
No tracks means no money, means hunger when you get breadless.  
Fact is, if you are too pussy to battle me with texts bitch,  
I'll just choke you through pressure on your necklace.  
Chop your head off, leave you neckless.

[HOOK]
I'm ripping this, I'm ripping this.  
Listen bitch, listen this,  
soon your sorry ass is begging for forgiveness.  
Only call me when it's about businesses.  
I kill beats even with ten witnesses.

[BRIDGE]
I scare rappers like a killer in a thriller.  
If the rap game was a TV show  
your episode would be the filler.  
I'd be a prime episode,  
cuz I'm realer.

[OUTRO]

Battle me be cautious.  
Analyze my fast flows you get nauseous.



MODUL8 - My Steez Lit (Murder Verses EP)

You are all pollution. I am the solution.  
You are just another fanboy who is losing,  
who is suffering from delusion,  
who falls victim to my lyrical electrocution.  
This is your execution.  
Turn your participation into exclusion.  
Turn your future into a fucking illusion.  
Me entering the rap game is like an intrusion.  
I generate more heat than in-fusion.

I'm a gangster without a gang.  
You think you're a clever man,  
but I can finish you even without the slang.  
I'm the emperor like Genghis Khan.  
When I spit, people call the fucking firemen.  
I chop rappers up, I'm slicing them,  
then dicing them.  
Anyone who tries to diss me,  
I'll be frying them.  
I bring oldskool vibes like wired LAN.

The rap scene I rule it,  
I'm destroying rappers full of bullshit.  
Battle me and you'll get bruises.  
I ride more waves with more flows  
than ships on cruises.  
Get out of my face,  
as I don't associate with losers.  
Turn rappers into my groupies,  
so show me your tits bro — like hooters.  
I'm taking over the scene  
with looters.

When I spit I always bring mad beast rap,  
get in my peripheral and I'll break your kneecap,  
or your heads is what I'll de-cap.

Ripping this like a bad bitch.  
Giving other rappers bad trips.  
I'm not spittin bars, I'm kicking fucking hattricks.  
Lyrically I got mad tricks.  
I leash out like I crack whips.  
Leave rappers sour as I'm spitting acids.  
Don't battle me without more practice.  
You are all pollution like you're plastics.  
You say you got them bars  
but I beat them with my ad-libs.  
You're acting, you're an actress.  
You're hating on me,  
but soon y'all binge me like I'm Netflix.

I spit on tracks like in a marathon.  
You're a bastard, son.  
I'm sitting on gold bars like a leprechaun.  
Battle me, you won't be lasting long.  
Fights with me they can't be won,  
'cause I'm the rhyming champion.

Who wants to try me next?  
Who wants to fight me back?  
Despite attacks,  
I deliver fucking missiles  
like from fighter jets.

I bring murder like assassins, G.  
You're assessing me,  
because you heard I'm spitting mastery.  
Beef and blasphemy.  
Beats get damage, G.

I'm fighting viciously.  
I rhyme so vividly.  
You might just live to see  
that all the hype's official G.  
MODUL8, I'm about to erase y’all  
and your entire history.

MODUL8 - Rhyming Vividly (Murder Verses EP)

The Force 30th Anniversary

Let There Be Death (Live Bonus Track)

Training to redo the cover of this song, to make in a more loyal way original and correct the mistakes of the past, I intend to repitila well to do the best possible way that I can.

Welcome to hell

Live lika an angel (die like a devil)

Venom - Live Like An Angel (die Like A Devil)

The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf (East Side Club, Philadelphia, PA) Live - 1980

The future of sound isn’t AI takeover. It’s augmented human amplification. The consciousness orchestrating mindless intelligence. 

Phonk × Dubstep × Glitch × Trap × Boom Bap.  

MODUL8: where human soul collides with raw signal.

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