El mal reptante

Bulletbelt have been striking fear into New Zealand audiences since 2009. The Wellington based band craft tunes that draw from black metal’s vicious realms, with traditional metal, torrents of thrash, and biting secondwave punk all added in, to sharpen the razor. 

1 October 2014 sees them unleash Rise Of The Banshee, their second full length album, with new vocalist Jolene Tempest. Recorded in Wellington at STL Audio on their vintage SSL 4000G console, and featuring the artwork of Scarecrowoven. 

On the debut track from Rise Of The Banshee, 'Murderer's Collar', website No Clean Singing stated "Punk stomp and black metal acid and heavy metal swagger, gun-shot drumming and gut-shot riffing, risk of serious neck strain, catchy as chlamydia." 
- www.nocleansinging.com 

Bulletbelt are, 
Ross Mallon – guitar 
Steven Francis – drums 
Tim Mekalick – bass 
Jolene Tempest - vocals 
Evan Short – guitar
credits
released October 1, 2014 

Recorded at STL Audio 
Mastered at The Boiler Room 
Artwork by Scarecrowoven

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Lyrics:

Got another victim in your sights 
Target of the human kind gonna die tonight 
Shoot to kill don't hesitate take all 
Trigger finger set to pull the hammer now to fall 


Never escape from the reaper 
It hits like a bolt from the blue 
Never be safe in the world we live with 
A sniper comin' after you 


For a price he'll blow his man away 
Terminate by detonation dynamites ok 
Murder eye's imobilise in pain 
Stalk you either night or day and dig your early grave 


Never escape from the reaper it hits like a bolt from the blue 
Never be safe in the world we live with 
A sniper comin' after you 
A sniper comin' after you 
A snipers gunning after you 
A sniper comin' after you 
That snipers gonna get ya 


A sign of the times war games at play 
The criminal mind set to eradicate 
And watch out for the badge man 

Military tactics in control 
Sophisticated weaponry operating unexposed 
Slaughtering artillery takes fire 
Down the barrel of the gun 
Instantly your life expire's 

Never escape from the reaper 
Hits like a bolt from the blue 
Never be safe in the world we live with 
A sniper comin after you 
A sniper comin' after you 
A snipers gunning after you 
A sniper coming after you 
That snipers gonna get you

Bulletbelt - Sniper (Black n' Roll/Thrash Metal)

Ginger Joe southern roots
A man carries a burden that he needs to relief
Put out his gun and a gold rain falls Beneath the bridge ten suspicius shades linger
Lost in smoke they woke up wet and warm Run, run, Ginger Joe run...
Searching for shelter Joe enters to a bar Ask for a cold beer then...
he remembers he’s without cash
He says: “Hey man I don’t have money but I can jam”
“Either way you have to pay” the barkeep said
CHORUS
Pulls out his Harmonica
A silver glaze lights the place
Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe
Took a bite of ginger
Charge him up he’s all over that place Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe!
Down the stage with the crowd at his feet
The barkeep shouts “All the drinks on me” Drinking between women Joe stares at the door
Now the gangsters are ready to roll!
Joe! Joe! Joe! Joe!
What Joe doesn’t know is his notes an army builted
Now the gangsters are bang up, bruised and pissed
Full pockets and a little bit drunk Ginger Joe party with women from that day on!
CHORUS
Notes on fire! Blow Ginger Joe
Chicks on fire, blow Ginger Joe
Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe
Blow Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe, Ginger Joe!!!

Tractopussy

Ginger Joe

GINGER JOE

Bad Girl southern roots
They say she’s perverse, with deadly looks She can trick a man’s head easily
A lady fatale
When she kiss is unreal, with looks that kill Untouchable and naughty
She taste like a bottle, a bottle of Jack Hypnotizing curves, her carees hurts Can’t believe she was real
She’s a living trap
Her scent speeds me up, like any drug A man-eater, a home wrecker
She’s a living trap
CHORUS
She’s a bad girl! Naughty girl! (x2)
I was looking for her, then she found me When we start we couldn’t stop
A lady fatale
I was wanting her, she violate me
I feel a burst in my pants She empty the bottle dry
CHORUS CHORUS

Bad Girl

BAD GIRL

Adictos a las Curvas southern roots
Necesito licor, pues ya no tengo tu amor
Es una noche especial, tu no me vas a llamar
Baby baby me voy a tirar, la casa por la ventana
No necesito de nenas ¡no! Porque en mi casa me espera Manuela
CORO
Somos adictos a las curvas Placeres y licor
Más chicas para esta mesa ¡Bienvenidos al descontrol! (x2)
Y la estamos pasando bien, a Manuela yo le di un break
Mis amigos querían sardina, pues nos fuimos ¡pa’ La Piscina! Comimos bagre y sapo gourmet, chupamos cola y pola también Mientras comía pensaba en ti y me contaron tu trabajas allí
CORO
CORO
Somos adictos a las curvas Más chicas para esta mesa

Adictos a las curvas

ADICTOS A LAS CURVAS

Esencia metal

Music

Asesino

Banda: Sathaxia (2014)
Tema: Prosopagnosia
CD: TORMENTA MENTAL 
Año: OCT 2016 
Grabado en:  (2016) 
Mezcla & Master: Solitude Records. -2018-
Bogotá - Colombia.
APOYA:

SATHAXIA:
DANILO POVEDA - BAJO
JOHAN MALDONADO - GUITARRA 
DANIEL BARRAGAN - BETERIA
JAVIER ANDRES MARIN -GUITARRA- VOZ (2018)
YEISON LÓPEZ -VOZ (2016)
SOLITUDE RECORDS 
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SATHAXIA 
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