Prepare for a brutal yet adorable sonic assault with "Snuggle of Spite", the fourth album from Death Metal Cats. This release blends intense death metal with feline affection, delivering roaring riffs, thunderous drums, and primal growls. Death Metal Cats unleash chaos and kitten love, melting faces and hearts alike.

Snuggle of Spite

Fluffy Toy of Deception

Fires In Blackouts by Rhythm In Static

(Огни во время отключений / Пожежі під час відключень / 停電中の火災 / 정전 시 불)

Music & Artwork - Mitch Duffy

Fires In Blackouts

Hexagony by Rhythm In Static

(Хексагония / Гексагонія / ヘクサゴニー / 헥사고니)

Music & Artwork - Mitch Duffy

Hexagony

Breathe by Rhythm In Static

Music & Artwork - Mitch Duffy

Breathe

Obsidious by Rhythm In Static

(коварная чернота / підступна чорність / 陰険な黒さ / 교활한 어둠)

Music and artwork - Mitch Duffy

Obsidious

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No Vermin is a raw, scathing exploration of corruption, apathy, and the consequences of both. It serves as a wake-up call, demanding the listener confront the chaos around them rather than seeking solace in ignorance or sedation. The lyrics' bleak yet thought-provoking tone challenges you to break free from cycles of destruction and actively reclaim integrity and justice, albeit with the acknowledgment that such a path is fraught with pain and sacrifice.

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No Vermin

Ashes Ain't Enough

"Siphon Life" explores the slow, imperceptible drain of one’s life force by an unseen higher entity and the dread of losing time, identity, and vitality — not in death, but in the relentless pull of something far beyond human comprehension.

Part 2: https://soundcloud.com/prophet-of-hatred-7113095/harvester-pt-2

Lyrics:

I feel the leak through fractured skin,
An endless thread, drawn out, drawn in.
Fading pulse, a cinder's sigh,
The seconds rot behind my eyes.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

Cursed hands unseen, they plunder slow,
Harvesting the breath I owe.
A fracture forms within the soul,
Dilating into the endless fold.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Veins like rivers, drying slow,
Hearts like tombs that cease to glow.
What hand, what god, what hollow king,
Would strip the soul of everything?

I claw the air, but cannot rise,
The sky peels back, it shows no light.
Something feeds beyond the veil,
Each thought, each breath, a thread pulled pale.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Erase my name from time’s design.
Each heartbeat stolen, one by one,
Until the reckoning is done.

With every breath, I dwindle thin,
With every dawn, I break within.
They siphon life, they drink me dry,
And leave me here to calcify.

Siphon life, the withering dance,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Silent Reaper, shroud my mind,
Drawn to the void by a spectral hand.
Torn from the seed of a dying trance,
We waste, we wane, a forgotten strand.

Siphoned...
Withered...
Harvested...
Forgotten…
Prepare the soul for the Void to claim…

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