This latest release from Nugent features 11 tracks of pure rock 'n' roll, 10 of which are written by Nugent, plus a soul-stirring rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" performed as only he can.

Detroit Muscle

Leave the lights on

Leave the Lights On - Ted Nugent

For my mother. When she studied physics, she was the only woman in the amphitheatre

El corazón de Elena Maseras

Recording sessions from 07/09/2023 - 09/09/2023.
4 tracks MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
3 tracks Spark2 (vst Arturia),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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In a basement completely sheltered from noise and the outside world, without telephones or internet, I was able to reasonably compose around fifteen titles without any interference. This isolation will remain a beneficial event in more than one way.

Dans un sous-sol complètement à l'abri du bruit et du monde extérieur, sans téléphone ni internet, j'ai pu raisonnablement composer une quinzaine de titres sans aucune interférence. Cet isolement restera un événement bénéfique à plus d’un titre.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

07-09-2023

07 09 2023

Taken from the upcoming untitled yet debut album (TBR mid-2024)
(c) & (p) 2023, all rights reserved.
Youtube link: https://youtu.be/zx-OJMRaDuk?si=amkWhS-vgAJeabr6
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Explicit lyrics:
I think i had too much last night
i got shitfaced but nothing learned

Another lesson for trying to avoid reality
another trip into the dark insanity

The devil is a bottle and it's rotten to the core
Bring the fckn bottle, until i reach the "shore"
Listen UP everyone i got news for you
Bring this fckn bottle, and no one's gonna, no one's gonna, no one's gonna get harmed!

i think this headache don't wanna leave me
i got shitfaced but nothing learned

Rock and Roll Kills

The Devil is a Bottle

Row Your Own Boat

pinkdot: https://soundcloud.com/derkaffeeistlangweilig

BINTANG (feat. pinkdot)

In realms beyond our mortal sight, Where cosmic wonders weave their light, The fifth dimension, veiled and grand, A tapestry of dreams unplanned.
A dance of shadows, mystic grace, Infinite realms, a boundless space, Dimensions folding, intertwine, A cosmic ballet, so divine.
Beyond the limits we conceive, A realm where time and space deceive, Unseen by eyes of mortal kind, The fifth dimension, vast, enshrined.
It whispers secrets to the stars, Unveiling tales of cosmic czars, A symphony of strings unseen, In the fifth dimension, worlds convene.
Transcendent echoes fill the air, A cosmic song beyond compare, Each note a portal to the unknown, In the fifth dimension, truths are sown.
Through veils of time, a journey starts, A pilgrimage to the deepest hearts, Where reality is but a theme, In the fifth dimension, echoes gleam.
Dimensions fold like paper thin, A kaleidoscope where dreams begin, Infinite patterns, colors blend, In the fifth dimension, stories transcend.
A cosmic dance, a waltz of fate, Where boundaries blur and dissipate, The fifth dimension, realm untold, A universe within the fold.
So let your mind in wonder soar, Through the corridors of the cosmic door, In the fifth dimension, find your wings, And dance with stars on unseen strings.

The Fifth Dimension

Winter Solstice 2023

“Gather close, and let the embers speak. For this is no tale of kings and crowns — this is the saga of fire, oath, and blood. This is the song of the last skald, and the flame that refused to die.”

In the twilight of the old world, when the fjords whispered of gods and ghosts, a warband rose beneath the dawn. Their oaths were carved in stone, their names etched in frost. The saga begins with “Oathbound at Dawn,” where warriors swear loyalty not by word, but by fire — a ritual of steel and spirit beneath the rising sun.

From the shadows of the fjord comes “The Wolf and the Fjord,” a tale of cunning and survival. The warband moves like smoke, striking with the silence of beasts. Then the drums thunder in “Hammerfall Rite,” a berserker’s invocation to Thor — the moment before the clash, where rage becomes ritual and the sky splits with fury.

But war is not only steel. In “Seidr’s Veil,” the warriors kneel before the völva, the seer who chants in tongues older than time. She shows them fate — not as prophecy, but as consequence. And then the clash: “Blood on the Ice” erupts with chaos, where shields splinter and the fjord runs red. Victory is won, but not without cost.

The ravens arrive in “The Raven’s Feast,” circling the dead with solemn grace. They do not mourn — they honor. The battlefield is silent, save for the wind and the wings. And then the myth deepens in “Stone of the Nine Worlds,” where the skald walks through realms of fire, frost, death, and dream. Each world speaks, each stone remembers.

Now the skald stands alone in “Skald of the Last Flame,” the titular track. He sings not for glory, but for memory — the last voice of a vanished warband, the final ember of a forgotten age. The longship burns in “Ashes of the Longship,” a funeral voyage across the sea, where names are whispered into the tide.

But the saga does not end. In “Echoes in the Hall of Shields,” the voices of the fallen rise in chorus. Their shields line the walls of the honored hall, and their names thunder through eternity. Yet even this is not the final flame.

A new chapter begins with “Where the Chief Fell, the Flame Rises.” The warband’s leader is gone, lost to legend. But his fire lives on. The Son steps forward in “The Son Who Bears the Ember,” uncertain but resolute, carrying the weight of legacy in trembling hands.

He learns the truth in “Peace Is a Lie.” The world does not honor restraint — it devours it. The Son casts aside hope and embraces fire. But in “Ashes of the First Command,” he learns that war is never clean. The cost of leadership is written in blood.

And finally, he rises in “The Flame That Does Not Bow.” No longer a child, no longer a warlord — he is the flame itself. Not wild, not broken, but eternal. He walks not for vengeance, but for truth. The saga ends not in silence, but in fire.

“So remember this, you who listen by the hearth: the skald may fall, the chief may fade, but the flame marches on. And in every oath, in every name, in every echo — the saga lives.”

The Flame That Does Not Bow

Cursed and Crowned is a relentless journey through spiritual battle, redemption, and raw emotion. Inspired by the heaviness of Bullet for My Valentine and the cinematic depth of modern metalcore, it blends crushing breakdowns, soaring clean choruses, and lyrics that confront the darkness head-on while pointing to the light. From the haunting “Graveheart” to the anthemic title track, every song bleeds passion, pain, and the victory found in surrender.



Cursed and Crowned

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