Metaphor Merge

PicklePuncher

Early taste of a brand new track I'll be playing tonight. Book me for live sets.

LaborDayWeekend

Tunnel Vision

Started in the afternoon with just a bottle and a view
Danielle brought the attitude, Casandra brought the groove
Climbin' up these wooden stairs, party in the air
Nobody really seems to care about anything down there

TreeHouseRockin

I'm tired of being their machine
Tired of this thankless routine
What about me, what about mine
When do I get to draw the line

Work To Hard Play to Little

Common Ground

Best Dream Worst Nightmare

Please say please

No Sympathy

Pickle Puncher’s origin story, told in bass.
Techno for cornfields, dial tones, and fog-powered rituals.
Scarecrows watched. Cows danced. The silo pulsed.
📩 Bookings, remixes, or sonic baptisms: DMs open
🎧 Listen if you’ve ever called a flyer number and ended up in a rave with livestock.


Cornfield Frequency

🧀Bassline saboteur  Cheese-core insurgent
Forged in fog. Raised on malfunction.
I make techno for abandoned silos and haunted maintenance logs.
No genre. No gods. Just distortion and dairy.
📩 Bookings, remixes, or ritual collaborations: DMs open

Cornfield Frequency

PicklePuncher

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