In a world of blurred lines and twisted truths, The Fine Print is a raw, unflinching look at the spiritual contracts that bind us and the divine loophole that sets us free. This is not faith for the faint of heart. It's a journey through the grit of human failing, the lies of a gilded culture, and the brutal reality of a spiritual war fought in boardrooms, courtrooms, and the quiet corners of the soul.
From the southern-rock swagger of a divine heist on the cross to the hip-hop prophecy of a returning King, The Fine Print blends blues, rock, and raw testimony into a singular, powerful statement. It challenges the listener to read past the headlines of doubt and deception and discover the unbreakable promises written in the blood of Christ. This is an album about what happens when grace finds you in the wreckage, and faith is no longer a crutch, but a weapon.

WORDS

Heist of Christ

American Heaven

Go Ask Job

Just Cause HE SAID SO

4orgiven

The Haze

Tired of dragging old baggage into a brand new summer? "Eviction Notice (To Our Demons)" is your windows-down, messy, all-in anthem for anyone starting over—together. With crunchy guitars, punchy drums, shimmering synths, and tag-team vocals, this nu-metal/alt-metal banger captures the chaos of real life, romance, ADHD-fueled energy, and the wild hope that comes from building something new (and weird) with your person. It’s raw, witty, anthemic, and perfect for anyone who’s ever swept out the past to make room for real love.
Hit play, roll down the windows, and scream it out—this is how you make a future, one honest mess at a time.

Lyrics:

We moved in, full of hope and half a U-Haul of unresolved issues… but we got snacks.

Clearing out rooms, dust clouds in the sun,
Found a box labeled “Why Bother?”—tossed it, felt like we’d won.
Stacking up the baggage, but we laugh as we sort—
Making space for my kids, building forts in our hearts.
Shoes in the closet that don’t fit anyone,
Ghosts in the attic, but they’re just here for fun.
Every empty shelf is one step more free—
We’re making this ours, one mess at a time, you and me.

We never signed a lease for the shadows in here,
But we toast to the chaos and air out the fear.
It’s not “us vs. them”—it’s “us vs. what lingers,”
We sweep, we trip, we give the ghosts the middle fingers.

Windows down, tomorrow’s wide open,
Two hearts, one home, all our hope in motion.
Dreams on the table—yours, mine, becoming ours,
Stacked with distractions, but we’re shooting for the stars.
We build, we break, we stumble, we try—
Moving forward even when we fall behind.
Every setback, every mess—still on the team,
Turning two lives into one big, loud dream.

Black mold jokes and a fridge full of “someday,”
His old mail, my weird dreams—both on display.
Shared the bed with anxiety, invited laughter in too—
Building a future from “I’m sorry” and “me too.”
Found our rhythm in the squeaks and the stumbles,
Sometimes we mop up tears, sometimes just the crumbles.
The past leaves a mark, but it can’t hold the pen—
This story’s ours now, again and again.

We keep the lights on for every breakdown and win,
If the past wants rent, it can text—not move in.
Roommates with our weirdness, lovers in spite—
If the ghosts need closure, we’ll let them haunt tonight.

tear up the blueprints, build it our way
laughing in the halls where the shadows stay
we don’t owe perfection, just honesty and grace
this is our mess, our time, our place

Windows down, chasing that open sky,
You and me—one life, letting the old ghosts fly.
Every five steps back, we still move ahead,
Dreams on the walls, love where we tread.
It’s not spotless, it’s not always bright—
But it’s ours, and it feels right.
Two weirdos with baggage, hope in the seams—
Building a future out of tangled dreams.

Finally… it’s just us in here.
... And that’s enough.



Eviction Notice (To Our Demons)

In the echo of blue

Mistaken 2025

This Moment 2025

I built Shiitake Products because the world needed a home for beautiful nonsense and soul-splitting truth.

- Sometimes that looks like a dancefloor meltdown at 2am.
- Sometimes it’s a button that says “Mildly Okay Human.”
- Sometimes it’s a whispered hymn to grief.

It’s all real. It’s all me. This is my multiverse—and you’re invited.

Here, AI collides with human emotion to create music that actually means something.
From dark trap bangers to cinematic alt-rock anthems, from emo-folk confessionals to glitch-satire ballads—every track is a story, a mood, a moment.
Not built for algorithms.
Built to feel.

🎧 Genres? Trap. EDM. Alt-rock. Rap-rock. Folk. Comedy. Chaos.

🧠 Themes? Rage. Love. ADHD spirals. Existential dread. Healing. Heartbreak. Hope.

🎯 Mission? To punch through the noise—and hit something real.


🔥 Want your story turned into a song? I do that.

🎁 Every listen helps fund more sonic experiments, more weird merch, and more beautiful noise.

🔗 Links:
🎶 Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/7Hk4B9nLJs5XwqQEqOdMaU
🍎 Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/shiitake-products/1766960367
☕ Support / Custom Songs: ko-fi.com/shiitakeproducts
🌐 More chaos: shiitakeproducts.com

⚠️ Marketers & "design bros" beware: I will waste your time on purpose.

I’m not here to impress—I’m here to tell the truth the only way I know how.

New York-based band Liquid Picasso showcases the fusion among the innovations of modern rock with melodic vocal harmonies and spacey rock guitar sounds. Most notably, the band recently released its second full-length album under collaboration with accomplished Times Square producer Don Casale (Don Casale Studios), known for his previous studio work with prodigious Grammy Award-winning artist Iron Butterfly on In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida.

New tracks tagged #Modern Rock