20 minutes of industrial and oscillator improv, for advanced meditators ￼￼

Spectral Drift

carved from wires and dead air - and frustration of loosing 1500+ hrs of views on my youtube channel. 

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JUNGLE! IS HIS NAME

It was such a pleasure to be part of one of the best parties i have ever attended in my life. 

Nothing but imperfection is perfect, have fun weird people. Much love for @Z-Dimension.
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Au plasir!

Musique bizarre pour des gens bizarres, rien n'est parfait -Live @Z-Dimension || Varusha South 2025

Just kind of a trial run on this song. I made it last year and wanted to upload it. 

Retro Moves #1

Dumpster cassette rescued from an adult video store. Weird, filthy, catchy pop anthem restored for the brave.

Peep Show Teef

Energetic creepy-funk loop with distorted bass, syncopated claps, and glitchy rhythm. Perfect for Halloween edits, meme clips, or dancing videos. Catchy, weird, and fun.

Creepy Dancing Anubis - Full Track 🕺 Feel free to use this sound! 🎧

Ever wondered what happens when indie rock panic meets post-punk denial and jangle-pop optimism?

Well… this track answers it:

👉 A person literally baking a cake during a fire alarm.

The whole world outside is going full “Doom & Gloom: Live Edition” —
sirens crying, neighbours screaming, smoke creeping under the door —
and our hero is standing there like:

“Yeah yeah, apocalypse, whatever — the crust needs two more minutes.”

This song is basically the spiritual successor of:

“This is fine.”

“I’ll panic later, I’m busy.”

“If the roof falls, at least the frosting slaps.”

It’s the anthem for anyone who has ever ignored a real problem
because something in the oven was at a critical emotional moment.

Expect:
🥁 jangle guitars that sound like your smoke detector having an existential crisis
🎸 indie-rock riffs that slap harder than the collapsing ceiling
🔥 post-punk energy that whispers: “buddy… you’re not okay, but the cake is”
🍰 and a level of chaotic calmness that should not legally be allowed

If the world ever burns again (give it 48 hours),
blast this track, grab a whisk,
and remember:

WORRY NEVER BAKED A THING.

Lyrics:

While the world was burning,
I was checking the oven light.
Everybody ran outside,
I just wanted the crust right.
Sirens screaming in the streets,
and I'm measuring flour like it’s peace.
Smoke is leaking under every door,
but hey — the batter needs a little more.

Maybe I should worry,
but worry never baked a thing.
Maybe I should hurry,
but hurry never made it sing.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might drop, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

The smoke turned into dancing ghosts,
cheering for the butter I added most.
Someone knocked and yelled: “Get out!”
But the batter rose — so I stayed devout.
There’s chaos on the news tonight,
but I’m beating eggs like I’m ready to fight.
Ash is falling like confetti rain,
and I’m greasing the pan to stay sane.

Maybe it looks foolish,
but foolish keeps me whole.
If life’s a burning building,
I’ll frost it with control.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the kitchen shaking like it means me harm.
All the neighbours shout that I should escape,
but the timer’s ticking — sorry, no break.
If the world goes down, I’ll still stay calm,
mixing sugar in a natural charm.
Yeah, the roof might fall, but the taste’s divine —
let the flames go crazy, the cake’s still mine.

Let the ashes fall, let the headlines scream —
I’ll stir the chaos into whipped-cream dreams.
If everything crumbles and nothing survives,
I’ll still bake sweetness into bitter lives.

So I’m baking a cake in a fire alarm,
with the world collapsing like it means me harm.
Everyone’s running but I stay in place —
there’s magic rising in this metal case.
If the night goes dark, I’ll still stay warm —
in a kitchen storm, in a sugar-storm.
Yeah, the city can crumble, the sirens can whine —
I’ll be here baking —
the cake is mine.

Baking a Cake in a Fire Alarm

💩 Flush It Records – Where the underground overflows.

We ain’t just one genre—we’re a full-blown sewer pipe of sound. From raunchy rap to outlaw country, metal sludge to reggae haze, punk rock brawls to hip-hop hysteria, Flush It Records is the filthy buffet you didn’t ask for—but can’t stop listening to.

🎤 Satirical AI bangers, dive-bar anthems, stoner jams, toilet humor classics, and unfiltered fire from the weirdest corners of every genre. Our artists don’t chase trends—they piss on ‘em.

🚽 We don’t polish turds—we weaponize them.
🧻 Wipe away the mainstream—Flush It’s floodin’ the system.
🔥 Country, rap, reggae, rock, comedy, metal… if it’s loud, raw, and wrong—we’re on it.

Follow us. Stream the chaos.
💀 Welcome to the throne room.

Check out our YouTube Channel! https://www.youtube.com/@FlushitRecords

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