Waves of Fire is the debut album from Tidefire, blending roots reggae with island rhythms, conscious lyrics, and uplifting anthems. From the rebel call of Fire on the Horizon and Waves Don’t Bow to the sun-soaked vibes of Island Life and Sail Away, each track carries a message of freedom, unity, and joy. With deep grooves, soulful harmonies, and a spirit born of the Caribbean, this record is made for both reflection and celebration.

12-Escape into Harmony

02-Dance on the Sand

08-Blessings Overflow

04-Babylon's Fall

01-Fire on the Horizon

06-Walk Righteous

10-Azure Escapes

05-Rise Up Zion

11-Sail Away

"8" — the next evolution in the 8-second song format. 
Short. Loud. Revolutionary. 
From Yuzima Philip, the artist behind Street Corner Creep and Green Light, featured on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. #NoiseForTheAges

This track was born out of exhaustion, watching the same power structures rebrand themselves and sell division like it’s a subscription plan. It’s not about politics anymore; it’s about the illusion of choice. I wanted to capture that sickly circus vibe, the rage they feed us, the games they play, and the hypnotic rhythm that keeps us scrolling while they take everything not nailed down.

Beneath the aggression is a plea to wake up, to see beyond the red vs. blue theater and remember who’s actually holding the wallet.

A digital revolution anthem for the overstimulated and the overcharged. It’s the soundtrack of a generation screaming refusing to play the game anymore. It’s not about burning everything down; it’s about seeing through the smoke and choosing to build something real.

Lyrics:

This is not left or right. It is a leash.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

They sell you teams like jerseys on a rack,
blue tie, red tie, same hand on your back.
They feed you outrage, sear it black,
then count the clicks while they skim the stack.
Your fear’s a faucet, they twist when they please,
your hope’s a token for corporate fees.
They carve up the map so the truth can’t vote,
then televise shock while they auction the boat.
I hear the cue line whisper pick your foe,
while they pick your plate and the price of the show.
They love your fight when it’s face to face,
every neighborhood war keeps them safe in first place.

Turn off the circus, tune into the bleed,
who profits from the panic that we feed.
Hear the pulse under static and smoke —
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.

Two hands, one wallet, same pocket, they got it.
Promises printed, signatures rotted.
We fight for crumbs while they auction the oven.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Two flags, one sponsor, ad-break mantra.
Rights on layaway, dreams on the slaughter.
They sell you your chains with a premium cover.
Wake up, wake up, wake up.

They headline bites but the byline bends,
a billionaire whisper in the copy they send.
Choose your change, but the donors choose first,
so headlines loop the same old curse.
Lobbyists write where the carpet is deep,
then sell your outrage cheap.
They package rage till the truth wears thin,
so you miss the off-shore vault and the poisoned spin.
Call it freedom while you sign the lease,
call it order when they sell you peace.
Call it growth with a flatline wage,
call it progress while they privatize days.

Two hands, one wallet, same pocket, they got it.
Spin that culture war, watch sponsors profit.
We fight for crumbs while they auction the oven.
Eyes open. Eyes open. Eyes open.
Two flags, one sponsor, ad-break mantra.
Lines on the ballot drawn by a banker.
They sell you your chains with a premium cover.
Eyes open. Eyes open. Eyes open.

Three senators own stock in your outrage,
five more bought the ads that set the stage.
If your neighbor is the villain, someone rich just bought a yacht,
named it Tax Break Two and forgot they got caught.
See through. See through. See through.

We burn the script, write truth in the ashes,
bailing out the boat while they drill through the hatches.
Two hands, one wallet, not theirs, not ours,
it’s the cost of forgetting who holds the scars.
Break out. Break out. Break out.
Two flags, one sponsor, ad-break mantra,
we flip the ledger, plant seeds in the cinders.
Break out. Break out. Break out.
Two hands, one wallet, same pocket, they got it,
we cut the cords, let the floor get honest.
Break out. Break out. Break out.

Not left. Not right. Just dirt under one sun.
Hands still calloused, but the work is not done.
Break out. Break out. Break out.

Two Hands, One Wallet

“Shut It Down” by MK432Hz feat. Mic Righteous is a raw, high-frequency anthem painted in red — the colour of truth, rebellion, and awakening. Blending conscious lyricism with 432Hz-tuned energy, the track hits deep with a message about standing up, breaking cycles, and washing away the lies with bold strokes of red paint. It’s not just music — it’s a statement.

Shut it down feat. Mic Righteous

EDGE OF DESTRUCTION — a tribute to the 1965 protest-folk shockwave
A modern protest anthem that tips its hat to the stark urgency of mid-’60s folk-rock while speaking straight to now. Edge of Destruction echoes the raw, close-mic intensity and ticking-clock tension of classic protest recordings—acoustic guitar up front, harmonica replies, tambourine on 2 & 4, rim-snare that blooms into a full, crowd-charged chorus. It’s not nostalgia; it’s a flare in the night.

What it’s about
Authoritarian drift and democratic erosion. Wars abroad and violence at home. Book bans, surveillance, and silencing. Rent spikes, empty cupboards, and a burning planet. Disinformation that drowns the signal. The refrain says it plain: “Over and Over and Over Again.” This is a song for anyone who’s tired of being told “we’re okay” when the clocks say otherwise.

Listen for
Arrangement arc: sparse intro → lean verses → pre-chorus lift → punchy chorus → tom-heartbeat breakdown → double-chorus release → harmonica fade.

Hook moments: the crowd-style chant on “Over and Over and Over Again” and the closing credo.

Credits
Barking Justice Music — words & performance
Production: Barking Justice  Music Productions
Key: E minor · Tempo: ~116 BPM · Guitars, harmonica, bass, drums, tambourine

This track pays homage to Barry McGuire and to the spirit and production aesthetic of mid-’60s protest music while remaining fully original—no melodies, lyrics, or samples from any prior recordings are used.

The Edge of Destruction

White Jesus in a Red Hat

Flinch, Then Ignite:  https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/shiitakeproducts/flinch-then-ignite

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.

From flower child to frontline. I write protest anthems that call out injustice, awaken courage, and remember the country we once believed in. Barking Justice Music is my rebellion.

DJ, Tunrtablist, producer, sound healing, gong baths, ney & spirit flute

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