oooh techy and hyper brutal. horns in the air for fucking sure. keep up the devils work your nailing it!

what are you using to get your guitar tone? amp sim. or real amp? if you could message me what your using that would be awesome

RAWR, man mad respect, you guys have fantastic production, the vocals are brutal AF, the guitar tone is dialed, and the drums are big and mean. keep it up!

Ibanez SEW761CW, 6 string. Tuned to Drop B.

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Awesome Song,Cool work!!🔥🔥🔥🤘🏻🤘🏻💯

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Check the debut and tribute track from SHOCK THE ALGORITHM, a brand new Hard Heavy Rock band from Athens, GR. This debut track is dedicated to all the blessed souls that we lost unfairly in Tempi, 28/2/23 on a train crash. R.I.P. and God bless all these souls, their families and the whole world.

#τέμπη

Shock the Algorithm

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/03e3VHfWTfo

lyrics:
Wings on a Wagon
----------------
We've spoken twice
and roll the dice
i said i'm leaving this town for a day or two
I packed my bags
i'm on a railway track
i'm gonna see you again my love really soon
We're sailing into the unknown, before the sun comes up
Why we've become so distant? i see wings on a wagon
Why there's no line to reach you, we are flying on flamed wings of a dragon
there's only youth around me, only young angels beside me
i said don't worry about me, i see wings on a wagon
the end is near, i felt no fear
i had no time to think about
i saw the flames, i heard some names
and then connection lost for eternity
and i will call and i won't fall, get some rest and sleep well    
and i'll be there and i'll take care, don't worry mom i won't be late...

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Wings on a Wagon

Wings on a Wagon ( Τέμπη 28 Φεβρουαρίου 2023 )

There Aint' No Weed In The Weed Thing ;)

original... your making me bitter

Hi guys, a lot of people wrote me why there are no more new songs from me and why I don't respond to the comments anymore. The reason is that I was burnt out, my head was burnt out. I wrote and produced 70 songs in 3 years and collaborated with wonderful artists, so I took a creative break for a few months to write and produce new ideas and songs. I want to thank all the people who wrote me such wonderful comments and listened to my music and followed me. Thanks thanks thanks and again a thousand thanks. and this is my new song ( Dancing Like A Fool ) I wish you a lot of fun with the song. I hope you like it.  And as always. ++++Turn it up loud++++

Dancing Like A Fool

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

Mr. Hands and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Work In Progress)

songs used:
    Clay Young - Pickle Party
        https://soundcloud.com/clay-young-360347153/pickle-party
    Clay Young soundcloud:
        https://soundcloud.com/clay-young-360347153
    Clay Young instagram:
        https://www.instagram.com/clay.young.961/

   TsArWiCc - Come here
       https://soundcloud.com/tsarwicc/failureishere
   TsArWiCc soundcloud:
       https://soundcloud.com/tsarwicc
   TsArWiCc yahoo:
   Tsarwicc@yahoo.com

Clay Young & TsArWiCc - Pickle Party (dj Baubau Remix)

Just looking through the window.

English Summers Day.


I LIKE THE WAY THE TALL GRASS SWAYS

I LIKE THE WAY IT BLOWS

THE SHIVERY HEDGE DOES A BACKGROUD DANCE

SUN SHINE COMES AND GOES

A BLACK BIRD HOPS SEE  HER YELLOW BEAK

LORDS AND LADIES GROW

LAVENDER ISLAND CRITTER SANCTURY

RED HOT POKERS GLOW


I LIKE THE WAY THE TALL GRASS SWAYS

I LIKE THE WAY IT BLOWS

SPARROWS FLEDGE FROM THEIR PRIVIT NEST

I WATCH THEM COME AND GO



GREEN FINGER TIPS ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE

HELLO TO BUZZY BEE

THE WIND PICKS UP SKY OF BLUE AND GREY

ANOTHER  ENGLISH SUMMERS DAY 
 

I LIKE THE WAY THAT THE TALL GRASS SWAYS

I LIKE THE WAY IT BLOWS

THE SHIVERY HEDGE DOES A BACKGROUD DANCE

SUN SHINE COMES AND GOES

A BLACK BIRD HOPS SEE  HER YELLOW BEAK

LORDS AND LADIES GROW

LAVENDER ISLAND CRITTER SANCTURY

RED HOT POKERS GLOW


GREEN FINGER TIPS ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE

HELLO TO BUZZY BEE

THE WIND PICKS UP SKY OF BLUE AND GREY

ANOTHER  ENGLISH SUMMERS DAY 
ANOTHER  ENGLISH SUMMERS DAY 
ANOTHER  ENGLISH SUMMERS DAY

English Summers Day

Piercing The Veil

Стоя на страже идей,
Что были чуть старше чем мир,
Воин не боялся врагов,
Страх он вселял в живых мертвецов.
    
Зазнавшись в победах своих,
Гибель саму он вызвал на бой.
Задумал страж смерть обезглавить,
 В дар приподнесть ей вечный покой.
    
Но в схватке с жнецом злобострастным
Храбрец получает удар,
Клинком, что ядом пропитан,
 В нем был заключён смерти гибельный дар.
    
Сквозь лета стенаний горьких,
Саван скорбный воин надел,
Ведь пронзенный шпагой смерти,
Никогда не будет цел.
    
Сквозь года страданий тяжких,
Шрам, как сталь в груди ржавел,
 Ведь пронзенный шпагой смерти,
 Никогда не будет цел.
    
 Битва тянулась столетья,
 Но жнец был неумолим.
 Страж, силы собрав воедино,
 Ударом клинка,
 Что твёрдой рукою направлен,
 Прям в шею костлявой,
 Снёс голову с остова 
 Той, что оставила раны на теле безумца.
 Те раны, что будут в веках
 Зиять окровавленной поймой.
  Те раны, что будут гореть как костры,
  Сжигая теле'са героя. 
    
  Яд, что зыблется из раны,
  Душу храбреца растлел.
  Ведь пронзенный шпагой смерти,
  Никогда не будет цел.
    
   Ведь пронзенный шпагой смерти
   Никогда не будет цел.
   Ведь пронзенный шпагой смерти
   Никогда не будет цел.

Sword of death

08.03.24

Follow up single from last album "Generation Expendable" Produced by Will Francis 2025

Incoming

⚡ “Schrödinger’s God” — A djent-fueled paradox.
Where logic fractures, faith bends, and consciousness collapses into distortion.
A chaotic reflection on identity, divinity, and the noise between sanity and surrender.

This track fuses angular riffs, mechanical precision, and existential lyrics — exploring the collision of physics, philosophy, and madness. The vocals shift from confession to catharsis, echoing through polyrhythmic disarray and layered dissonance.

🎧 For fans of: Meshuggah • Vildhjarta • Car Bomb • Frontierer
🎛️ Genre: Math Metal / Djent / Experimental Progressive

“All of us have multiple realities — both of them, all of them, none of them.”

#Djent #MathMetal #ProgressiveMetal #Experimental #HeavyMusic #ConceptMetal #SchrodingersGod #ModernMetal #PhilosophyInSound #Polyrhythm

Shrödinger’s GOD

Six Feet of Prairie

Rammstein original - Ich will

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

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