Hang out in the atmosphere with me?

Syd on writing, vocals, guitar, production, mixing; Hank on second guitar and production, mixing.

Check out the video at: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVdKOcdPwlY

Cosmic Delusion (Acoustic)

"Porta-Pocalypse" is a hilariously intense nu-metal anthem that channels the hard-hitting aggression of Y2K grunge metal into a tongue-in-cheek ballad. It recounts the misadventure of a biker trapped in a porta-potty at a KMFDM concert, only to be mistakenly relocated to the nearby Lilith Fair by a vendor's truck. This track captures the chaotic energy of 90s alt-metal while delivering an unforgettable and absurd comedic narrative. 
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Welcome to ⚒️Daddy⛓️, a parody concept album that plunges headfirst into a sonic dystopia where Y2K radio metal, Matrix-esque industrial goth, and noise-punk collide with tongue-in-cheek nods to country western ballads.

Daddy is a wild ride through a Mad Max-style wasteland, where hard rock clashes with haunting 80s and 90s goth techno beats, wrapped in a post-apocalyptic, cinematic thrash-core shell that's perfectly punctuated by reflective Country Western ballads that will make you want to pull up a chair and crack open a can of ice cold lager.

Daddy tells the story of a man who believes he is the "Lone Biker of the Apocalypse." A vengeful spirit on two wheels, his pain is bottled up, burning with the fury of a thousand suns. His journey is a fever dream of open roads, twisted metal, chrome exhaust pipes. It's a relentless, internalized rage that only can be unleashed through the power of thrashing guitars, bending metal, and guttural screams.

Like a gothpunk Fury Road meets the absurdity of the Coen Brothers' Raising Arizona villian, with a touch of David Lynch's Lost Highway. Daddy takes listeners through desolate wastelands, occasionally stopping at seedy roadside bars, where weary bikers swap stories over live performances that resemble Ween covering late-90s nu metal country ballads
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Daddy is a thrashing, pulsing, surging cinematic ode to a life lived on the edges of emotional reality. The tracks paint a vivid picture of Daddy on his motorcycle, chains rattling, leather vest pins shining in the relentless sun, a cigar clenched between his teeth. The heat of the desert tarmac is burnt into his soul. He knows only violence, rage, and the feeling of metal on metal as he tears through the wasteland.

Sit down. Saddle up. Grab an ice cold beer. Daddy’s taking you on a ride you won’t forget.

Daddy EP

Porta-Pocalypse

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New tracks tagged #Lilith Fair