Just a humble cover of a true OPM legend—Teeth!

Vocals handled by Toper Bernal

Galit Sa Mundo (Teeth Cover)

Written in 2009, this track carries the weight of a fracture that didn’t come from sound—but from silence. It marks the moment when loyalty met its undoing, and creativity was left to wander without a home. The riffs were born in a room that no longer exists, the lyrics shaped by hands that once built together but now reach alone.

This is not a song about revenge. It’s a requiem for trust, a reflection on what’s lost when ego outweighs art. Somewhere between betrayal and rebirth, this piece found its voice. And though the names are gone, the damage remains—etched into every note, every scream, every echo.

For those who’ve been cast out but kept creating. For the ones who know what it means to be replaced, not because they failed—but because they were feared.

Special thanks to Ken Quidem of Needle Syndrome Tattoo for the Artwork
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Grip

Just an ordinary teen surviving the NWOAHM era—ears ringing, brain buzzing, chasing riffs that stuck like glue. This track comes from my former band, a redemption crew formed after I got “Mustain’d” from my college group in Manila. It’s a song about sticking together through the mess—no matter how ugly, loud, or downright sh*tty things get.

Stone

Untamed is a sonic outburst from the quiet corners—where impulse meets introspection and riffs refuse to behave. Written, played, and recorded solo, it channels the raw energy of a bedroom musician wrestling with chaos, clarity, and caffeine. There’s no polish here—just instinct, distortion, and the kind of honesty that doesn’t ask for permission.

It’s a track about holding your ground when everything’s slipping. About staying loud when the world wants quiet. About being messy, flawed, and fully alive.

Untamed

Sweet Karma is a nearly 20-year-old composition—written in the shadow of betrayal, disgrace, and lost innocence. It’s about finding strange comfort in the aftermath, when the dust settles and the lessons sting just enough to make you feel alive. A reflection on youth, consequence, and the quiet satisfaction of surviving it all.

Sweet Karma

September arrived heavy.

The music drifts slow and gloomy, carrying a weight that feels hard to shake. It’s messy, unpolished, but it holds the mood of the season — dark, quiet, and a little uneasy.

More like a feeling turned into sound than a finished song.

“I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.” — Gerard Manley Hopkins 

Guitar: Ibanez RGA42 (w/ Seymour Duncan Blackouts)
Bass: Ibanez Sound Gear SR300E
Instrument Cable: GearDrop Ph
Audio Interface: Focusrite Scarlett 8i6
DAW: Mixcraft 10
Guitar Efx plugin: Line6 Helix Native
Drum track: EZ Drummer 3
Reference monitor: M-Audio BX8

Original image not mine (c/o https://unsplash.com - Mariusz slonski LycNz)
Movie audio clips from 'Saw II' (c/o https://www.moviesoundclips.net/)

September Feels

Inspired by the haunting moment in The Walking Dead when Daryl finds Merle turned—pure, unfiltered sorrow.

In Between The Walking Dead

Written in October 2025, during a time when sickness swept through the metro like an uninvited guest. This track reflects that feeling—of something creeping in without permission. It’s messy, defiant, and unapologetic.

Sometimes, you just gotta fight back. Hard.

The Uninvited (October Fever!)

A sudden shift.
No map, no warning—just the need to move.
I learned fast, hands dirty, heart louder than doubt.
What began as survival cracked open something else:
a door to a world I didn’t know I was ready for.
This track carries that pulse—of change, grit, and the quiet thrill of becoming.

Value Added

This track was originally uploaded (just the music!) to my old YouTube channel (Auraldrift Studio Ph) before it got hacked and terminated into oblivion. Now it’s back—with the same gritty guitar tone, same chaotic energy, and a brand-new mix that’s edited with all the finesse of a caffeinated raccoon.

Massive thanks to Pas. Joel for the vocals and lyrics that brought this piece to life.

Serenity

One human. Too many instruments. All original music, brewed in a bedroom with questionable acoustics and even more questionable life choices. Expect riffs, moods, and the occasional “what was I thinking” moment—served raw, weird, and slightly overcaffeinated.

No band. No budget. Just vibes.

Serenity

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