Dustan Townsend is more than just your typical roof climbing guru. He’s also quite possibly the best cello playing hippy from Victoria.

With a bow in his right hand and an ebony fretboard clutched in his left, Dustan has adventured far to bring his message of love to a wide audience.

Sweet venom. Sad poetry. Savage satire.
I write in the spaces where shame meets seduction, where grief morphs into goonbait, where beauty and bitterness share a bed.
Some tracks are lullabies for lost boys. Others are traps for the ones who think they’re in control.
You’ll find humour, heartbreak, humiliation — often in the same breath.
If you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or look over your shoulder…
good. That means it’s working.

Always open for song topic requests

📍Melbourne 
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Aboriginal Australian celt
Upcoming rapper 🎤

Started Making music in the middle of 2022 now posting on soundcloud 

We are NeON dEVIL – a dark fusion of Trap, Metalcore, Black Metal, Darkwave, and occult classical music.
Our sound is ritualistic, raw, poetic, and unsettling – a feverish hallucination of lust, madness, and damnation.

This is your first glimpse into our world:
Tracks that whisper like demons and echo like broken prayers.
Listen now – let yourself be seduced.

Yet beneath the surface of distortion and desire, much of what we create is deliberately satirical, infused with dark humor, and framed by a sharp lens of social and systemic critique.
Even in our most explicit expressions, we do not glorify violence or sexuality – rather, we expose and question the very ways they are distorted, repressed, or exploited by society.

Featuring

Vocals: Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex, Raphaela Hartmann, Andy Green
Guitar: Andy Green, Sascha Häusler, Lisa Lex
Synths, Programming & Drums Raphaela Hartmann
Bass: Thomas Kaiser
Concept & Lyrics: Sascha Häusler

Lay yourself before me so that I may tear you apart—bare of everything, except the fractures of your heart. My lips, dripping lust for the hurt you’ve locked inside, will breathe into the wound until our galaxies collide. The noise of static will hush in the cadence and whispers of this artists’ brush. Lean into the scalpel, drop the masks and lies—let me lick clean the unhealing wound behind your eyes. The pain I give will ease the deeper dread, but only when the cut of regret is bled. Gift me the trust you’ve so cruelly been denied, so that the colour of life may be revived. 
Place your hand in mine so that the void is absorbed into the Sun’s Light. 
Allow me to feast on what has left you Hollow. 
Allow me to be the Star that guides you home. 
Allow me to love you.

All things pop from around the world. Curated by SoundCloud.

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